Chapter 6
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I gazed at Luke with hopeful eyes, instinctively leaning closer to him.
Instead of answering my question, Luke began recounting something from three years ago.
"Three years ago, on Halloween night, I was working on my novel but got stuck while writing the scene where the murderer kills someone, so I decided to take a walk to find some inspiration."
I longed to ask him about my sister's whereabouts, but remembering the rumors about Luke being stubborn and a bit neurotic, I hesitated. I didn't want to interrupt him and risk annoying him.
If that happened, I wouldn't get any answers about my sister or the truth from three years ago.
So, I quickly took out my notebook and recorder, ready to capture whatever Luke had to say.
"Mr. Norman, and then what happened?"
He looked at me with an intense gaze.
"Then, I saw Frank in an alley, cutting up a woman's body with a knife."
His eyes were locked on mine.
It felt as if the woman he described was me.
A chill ran down my spine, and I instinctively shifted away from Luke.
"So, did you run away at that time, Mr. Norman?"
"No."
I was taken aback and asked, "Why didn't you run away? Weren't you scared, Mr. Norman?"
Luke stood up to grab a book from the nearby shelf and placed it on the table in front of me.
The title read Crimson Moonlight.
"The alley was dark and silent, with only the sound of the knife slicing through flesh."
Luke sat on the sofa across from me, an eerie obsession clouding his face.
"At that moment, a bright moonbeam pierced through, and the vivid red of the blood stood out against the pure white moonlight. It was truly stunning! In an instant, I was flooded with inspiration and came up with an incredible plot for my novel."
I immediately followed up with a question, eager for more detail. "Then, did he notice you?"
Luke nodded. "Yes, I was so immersed in my thoughts that I unconsciously spoke out loud, startling Frank."
He continued, "And he saw me."
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