A Hymn of Sorrow in the Dark Night: Awakening from a Broken Love

I quickly closed the curtains.

It was only then that I realized that my back was soaked in cold sweat.

He saw me!

I trembled and called the police with my phone.

Fifteen minutes!

Just wait for another fifteen minutes and the police would come.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

I hid in the corner, not daring to make a sound.

The man outside the door started singing a nursery rhyme. "A girl carries a doll and walks to the garden to see the cherry blossoms. She cries and calls for her mother."

It was this nursery rhyme again!

It was exactly the same as the nursery rhyme I heard before I died!

Did he want to kill me again?

I was going crazy, unable to preserve my sanity.

I couldn't help but call Mateo.

What did this man want to do?

Wasn't killing me once enough?

At this moment, the call connected.

"Rosalie? Why are you calling me?" Mateo's deep voice came from the other side.

I froze.

The man outside the door was still singing that nursery rhyme.

I asked uncertainly, "Mateo, where are you?"

"Me? I'm on my way home, about to enter the apartment."

Upon hearing this, I dashed to the window and looked down to see Mateo.

He also looked up at me.

Our eyes met, and he smiled.

In the dark night, his smile was particularly eerie.

At this moment, the man outside the door broke off in his song.

The next second, I heard the sound of an axe cutting through the air.

Just when I felt hopeless, I saw the police through the window.

...

After the police came up, I told them everything that had just happened.

There were no surveillance cameras in this old neighborhood I lived in.

So the police immediately contacted Mateo. Some of them went to his house while others went to my house.

But the result surprised me.

The police said that everything was normal at Mateo's house.

There was no meat grinder at all, and no woman's body was found.

And the neighbors nearby didn't hear any strange noises.

There were no traces at my doorstep either.

It seemed like everything just now was my imagination.

At this time, Mateo came with the police.

Mateo looked at me with some concern and said, "I'm sorry, officer. This is my girlfriend's sister. She has poor mental health and is on medication. Recently, my girlfriend had an accident, and she might have been under stress and had hallucinations. Sorry to trouble you."

The police followed Mateo's gaze and looked at the medicine on the table.

Indeed, they were medications for treating mental illnesses.

The police left quickly.

There were only me and Mateo left in the room.

"Mateo, do you believe that Violet committed suicide?"

I looked into Mateo's eyes, trying to find any trace of guilt in them.

The next second, Mateo avoided my gaze.

"Rosalie, I know you don't want to accept it, but Violet is already dead, and I am very sad."

My heart sank.

Sure enough, Mateo was guilty.

Whenever he felt guilty, he would instinctively shift his gaze.

Although there were medications for treating mental illness on the table and the police didn't find anything suspicious, I just didn't believe that all of this was just my imagination.

I would never forget what happened on the evening of June 10th.

Even now, I could still remember how much it hurt when the axe struck me.

How could this kind of feeling be fake?

I would definitely make the murderer pay the price.

With that in mind, I glanced at Mateo and asked, "Where were you on the evening of June 10th?"

In the next second, Mateo suddenly looked at me.

Our eyes met.

I could clearly see the coldness in Mateo's eyes.

"Rosalie, Violet committed suicide."

"Yeah, I know."

I watched Mateo leave and laughed mockingly.

Look, this was the man I had been in love with for three years.

I looked at the empty room and walked to the door.

I was still so sure that something happened outside the door just now.

Just now, the sound came from the door.

If the man at the door was not Mateo, then who was he?

I walked back and forth at the door and accidentally stepped on the garbage in the corner.

At this moment, a black spot in the garbage suddenly caught my attention.

It was a very small microphone.

The sound just now was likely to come from here.

Otherwise, the police would have noticed someone hiding in this building.

I tightly clenched the microphone in my hand.

Mateo, what is your purpose?

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