As Wu Jiaxin was thinking, a "dong" sound suddenly rang out.
The sound startled her.
She heard it, the sound coming from under the bed.
It was as if something had fallen.
The sound made her even more nervous.
Before, it was just a suspicion, but now there was an eighty percent chance the killer was hiding under the bed.
Wu Jiaxin lay on the bed and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
She turned to her right, her data cable tightly wound around her fist.
She found the right position, ready to punch him the moment he rushed out.
After lying on her right side for a while, no one emerged.
It was too agonizing; she feared she wouldn't be able to endure it and would break down mentally.
She wanted to get out of bed but was hesitant, afraid that if she did, she would expose her back, and the killer would hit her with a club.
Wu Jiaxin took a deep breath, sat up in bed, and carefully moved to the foot of the bed. She turned on her phone's video recording function and slowly extended it.
With the bedsheet providing cover, she thought she wouldn't be discovered.
Thinking this, Wu Jiaxin's courage grew a little.
After a three-second pause, she quickly retracted her phone.
She pressed pause, saved, and then opened the recording again.
Through the phone's perspective, although it was only three seconds, she still saw it.
A man in black was lying flat on his face, wearing black latex gloves, and his body began to shift to the right.
The white cloth clutched tightly in his hand was unusually conspicuous.
He was coming out.
Perhaps the object that had fallen earlier had alerted him.
At this speed, she probably wouldn't be able to wait for the police to arrive.
Thinking this, Wu Jiaxin gritted her teeth, her desire to fight him growing stronger.
Wu Jiaxin didn't want to wait for death, so she picked up the quilt.
Wu Jiaxin deliberately made a slight snoring sound. If it could make the beast relax, that would be the best.
She slowly stood up, holding the quilt. As she stood, a hand reached out from under the bed and pressed onto the mattress.
Seeing this hand, Wu Jiaxin suppressed the fear in her heart.
Waiting for the black-clad man's baseball cap to appear, Wu Jiaxin remained still.
When she saw the black-clad man's forehead exposed, Wu Jiaxin grabbed the quilt and forcefully covered him.
Wu Jiaxin could see a look of surprise in the black-clad man's eyes.
Clearly, he hadn't expected her to be awake and instead was alertly attacking him with the quilt.
After covering his head, Wu Jiaxin kicked the black-clad man's forehead hard with her foot. A curse escaped the man's lips.
She didn't rush forward, knowing that men were much stronger than women.
If she charged at him to fight, she would have no chance of winning, especially since he had a weapon.
She had no weapon on her at all.
Jumping off the bed, Wu Jiaxin quickly ran towards the door.
She reached the door and grabbed the handle.
As she opened the door, she glanced back. The black-clad man had already thrown off the quilt.
His fierce eyes stared at her, and he quickly rushed towards her.
He raised his hand as if to grab her hair.
With a "bang," the last glass cup in the house shattered.
The sound made the black-clad man pause, and Wu Jiaxin grabbed the door and rushed out.
As she rushed out, she quickly slammed the door shut.
Barefoot, she ran desperately down the stairs.
"There's a thief, catch the thief!" Wu Jiaxin shouted as she ran.
If she had shouted "murderer," even if someone heard, they would be afraid of the murderer and wouldn't dare to help her.
Shouting "thief," a thief was much less dangerous than a murderer.
She thought frantically, but no one appeared.
Footsteps could be heard from above.
The footsteps were getting closer, and she could see that there was only one floor left before he caught up to her.
Thinking quickly, she ran to the storage room on the first floor and squeezed herself in.
Holding her mouth and nose tightly, she remained motionless.
She watched the black-clad man run quickly down the stairs and straight outside.
Wu Jiaxin dared not make a sound. After staying in the storage room for three to four minutes,
She saw a man in a police uniform walking upstairs.
Wu Jiaxin's heart leaped with joy, and a sense of security filled her.
She quickly walked out of the storage room through the side passage.
Seeing the police reach the second floor, Wu Jiaxin leaned on the railing and walked.
"I found the killer who murdered my sister! I found him! Just a moment!" Wu Jiaxin said, her voice trembling with emotion, tears almost streaming down her face as she went upstairs.
The police stopped and turned to look at Wu Jiaxin.
"He just ran down from here, hurry and chase him!" Wu Jiaxin urged.
"Miss, don't worry, I didn't see anyone when I came over," the police officer said seriously.
Wu Jiaxin: "Impossible, he clearly ran downstairs just now, I wouldn't mistake that."
"I wouldn't lie to you, I really didn't see anyone on my way here."
"Maybe he ran through a side path. I can't catch him now."
"Let's go upstairs first and investigate the situation. If there are fingerprints in the room, it will be better for evidence collection."
Wu Jiaxin thought for a moment and nodded. The killer could open her door, so perhaps it was someone from the old district.
If they couldn't find him on the way, the evidence at home might be destroyed.
Thinking this, Wu Jiaxin quickened her pace upstairs, urging the police to hurry.
They reached the sixth floor, and her room door was not closed.
The killer had opened the door and rushed in, so he certainly wouldn't have had time to close it behind her.
"The killer was under the bed just now," Wu Jiaxin pointed under the bed.
"Mm," the police officer squatted down, took a look, and asked, "Tell me what you know."
Wu Jiaxin picked up her phone and opened her WeChat Moments: "My sister liked photography. She usually practiced by taking pictures of food."
"On July 1st, she posted her last WeChat Moment, and you could see a pair of shoes."
"My sister wasn't killed outside; she was killed inside."
"Also, in many of my sister's food photos, his shoes appeared multiple times."
"This proves that the killer stayed under the bed more than once or twice."
The police officer grunted and said, "Let me deduce."
He walked to the door, closed it, and slid the bolt into place.
"This killer drugged your sister from behind, dragged her to the bathroom, and hit her on the back of the head with a hammer."
"Your sister was tough; it took four blows to kill her. He cleaned up the blood in the bathroom and dragged your sister under the bed."
"Then he cleaned up the bloodstains in the room, and then he crawled under the bed, held your sister, and watched you come home from school together."
"You called your sister three times when you got home. The soup in the pot almost burned dry. You added water twice. You called your sister, but she didn't answer. You waited in the house for about half an hour. Seeing that your sister hadn't returned, you went out."
"At 10:47, you came back to sleep."
"Actually, the killer and your sister were under the bed watching you the whole time."
Wu Jiaxin was instantly enveloped in a wave of fear, making it difficult for her to breathe.
The "police" officer placed his hand on his chest and tore off the two badges that said "police."
They were replaced with "security guard."
"Heh heh," a cold, mocking laugh came from his lips.
He pulled out the back of his shirt and took out a hammer from his back.
"I like to peep. Watching others from the shadows makes me very excited. Especially seeing you unable to find your sister, that panic and helplessness, it makes me even more excited."
"Honestly, I didn't really want to kill your sister, but she discovered me. Without that feeling of peeping, what's the point?"
"She's a really good sister, she almost sent out the news that I wasn't going home."
"Haha, it's a shame it was just a little bit short."