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

I must find evidence now.

I had to prove that Mateo killed me.

As soon as it was light, I went to the police station as Violet's sister to find out how the case was going.

According to the evidence currently collected by the police, I committed suicide by jumping into the river.

...

Our college was located halfway up the mountain, and there was a fast-flowing river at the foot of the mountain. No one went there.

The police found my shoes by the river.

The water flowed swiftly, so my body had not been found yet.

According to Mateo's statement to the police, I broke up with him after we argued on the night of June 10th. I was in a very bad mood and sent him a message before I died, saying, "Mateo, we're done."

Because these places were quite remote without surveillance cameras, the police could only rely on witness testimony and physical evidence to make deductions.

It was temporarily identified as a suicide case.

But only I knew that I neither went to any riverside on the night of June 10th nor sent any damn message to Mateo.

But if I went to the police now and told them everything I knew, they might think I was mentally ill.

So the best way now was to find strong evidence.

Undoubtedly, it was my body!

...

If I didn't see it wrong that night, my body was in Mateo's house.

Today was a working day, and Mateo would go to work during the day.

It was not too late to rush over.

After thanking the police, I intended to go to Mateo's place.

At this moment, I suddenly heard several police officers discussing something. "Has the serial murder case been solved? I heard that five women have been killed."

I shook my head. The world wasn't peaceful lately.

When I arrived at Mateo's place, I couldn't help but feel relieved.

I was a scatterbrain, so I deliberately prepared a spare key for this house and hid it under the doormat.

Even Mateo didn't know about this.

I arrived at the house in the afternoon.

However, the odd thing was that I saw the murderer dragging my body towards the meat grinder that day, but there was nothing in the room.

...

How did he manage to take away such a big machine without leaving a trace?

And there was not a single trace in the whole room.

At this moment, the sound of the door lock turning came from the door.

I didn't have time to think.

The next second, I hid in the nearby wardrobe.

Through the crack, I could see that Mateo was back home.

Mateo suddenly looked at me, his eyes devoid of emotion. "Violet."

My eyes dilated a little.

Did he discover me?

The next moment, I realized that he was looking at the photo hanging next to the wardrobe.

It was a photo of me and Mateo.

Thinking of the sweet moment I took photos with Mateo, I felt bitter at heart.

We once loved each other so much.

But now I was desperately searching for evidence to prove that he killed me.

It was really pitiful and sad.

At this moment, Mateo touched the photo on the wall affectionately, but his tone was icy. "Violet, do you know how happy I am that you're dead? You insisted on breaking up with me even though I promised I would change. But what about you? You were as stubborn as your uncle. Now you're dead, and everything from the past will never be discovered. People still think I love you deeply."

Speaking of this, Mateo laughed frantically. "By the way, Violet, you know what? Your uncle thinks I miss you and can't accept your death. He's been investigating your case like crazy. To compensate me, he even asked his leader to promote me. Isn't it funny? Ha ha ha."

I scowled at his smug face and wished I could slap him twice. But I also felt pathetic. I had been in love with this scumbag for so many years.

In fact, when I found out that Mateo was cheating on me, I knew why he didn't want to break up with me.

After graduating, Mateo joined a famous private company.

After two years of hard work, he achieved some success.

But he wasn't good enough to join that private company in the first place.

He was able to get in and do well largely because the general manager of that private company was my uncle.

If my uncle knew about Mateo cheating on me and breaking up with me, he would fire him.

...

In the end, Mateo actually couldn't bear to leave that job.

So when I found out about his cheating, I insisted on breaking up with him no matter how many times he apologized.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Mateo instantly put on a sad face.

He combed his hair casually and answered the door.

In the next second, I heard a voice coming from the door.

It was a male voice.

He said he was a police officer.