I have a date with the devil

Chapter 37

The murder of the Chinese girl in mid-October has not yet been solved, and now there is a new case, no doubt in the calm lake again stirred up a thousand waves.

A few roommates in the living room also coincidentally stopped playing, staring nervously at the TV.

Ye Miao's face is slightly white, fingers gently trembling.

It turns out, she did not blink, the video of the ghostly figure without half of the body, is really the great disaster of Fujiwara leaving the body of the living soul, after that, less than twenty-four hours apart, the real bad luck came to her head ......

On the TV screen, the police spokesman made it clear in a serious and clear manner that behind these two cases, stood the same vicious serial psychopathic killer, and perhaps even more than one person.

The actual fact is that the actual person is the same person, and it is not excluded that the later person is imitating the crime, trying to put the crime on the previous killer. However, before solving the case, the police will have a lot of unpublished details of the case, the mere imitation of the perpetrator is difficult to replicate every detail 100%, as long as the comparison of the scene will be able to see the difference. The police said so, there must be certainty that the same person is committing the crime.

And both victims disappeared after leaving their homes. K, a Chinese-American girl, disappeared on her way out to a party. When her body was found, her cell phone and clothes were long gone. Without this key evidence, the police were unable to retrieve her text messages and browser history, and could only check her phone records, which prevented them from fully exploring her social circle. It also posed some difficulties in drawing a portrait of the killer.

The Japanese girl Q, on the other hand, was killed on a day off in the evening when she was out alone. Whether it was improvised or deliberate, a girl living alone can be called out late at night, even if it is not her acquaintance, there is a high probability that it is someone she knows, in order to exchange her unsuspectingly left the house.

The problem comes in that the lives of the two deceased did not intersect in the slightest. What ties them together may not be the same killer. Add to that the vicious acts of controlling, killing, splitting, cooking and creating fake takeaways, which would be very difficult for one person alone to accomplish.

At the end, the police spokesman also reminded the public to lock their doors and windows after the sun goes down, not to go to remote places alone in the near future, not to pick up or eat any takeaway from unknown sources, etc.

After the news broadcast, the WeChat group of Chinese students that Ye Miao had added had exploded.

[[link][link] You guys, look, there's another victim.]

[I saw it, I was eating out and the TV in the restaurant was broadcasting this news.]]

I noticed that the victims of both murders were Asian girls, so I'm thinking about it.

It's definitely not a coincidence. The detective I used to read wrote that most serial killers have some kind of common trait or a hidden connection with some kind of psychological need of the killer.

The killer may be a racist who targets Asians, and probably adds a line of hatred for women.

His methods are really not ordinary cruel. It's so horrible, I can't imagine how the victim felt in the last few minutes of her life!

When is the killer going to be caught? If he really likes to pick on Asian women, won't we be in danger?

[Damn, you're scaring me.

Anyway, everyone be safe and don't go home too late. Especially for girls, it's best to travel in pairs, not afraid of one, but just in case.

......

The first thing you need to do is to look at your phone, and when you're not paying attention, your elbow hits the cup on the cooking table.

"Bam", the cup was knocked over and tipped on its side on the counter. The hot coffee that was holding it flowed out with a crash, dripping into the sink and nearly scalding her.

Ye Miao hastily drew some paper towels and wiped it up haphazardly.

At that moment, a pale hand reached out from behind her and held the cup upright. A familiar voice sounded above her head: "Why are you so careless, no burns, right?"

Berial had come downstairs at some point, walked into the kitchen and came up behind her.

He seemed to have just finished taking a shower, his black hair was still slightly damp, and a refreshingly cool aroma permeated his collar, the same as the smell of her body wash.

The confused and chaotic emotions seem to have found an outlet, Ye Miao gently grabbed his left arm, his upper body close to him, tilting his head, as if a confused little animal asking for security from a trusted companion: "Berial, do you remember, I said I saw something that looked very much like Fujiwara in the video of the Halloween show ...... I saw the news just now, and it turns out that Fujiwara she was really killed."

Now that I think about it, the two police officers came to the school today to take Suzumura, I think they wanted him to assist in identifying the body.

Berial was cleaning the coffee on the countertop, heard the action slightly pause, side head, red eyes thoughtfully look at her: "Feel scared?"

Ye Miao bit her lip and nodded her head in front of his discerning eyes.

"Okay, I get it."

Ye Miao was bewildered.

What did he know?

Berial threw the wet paper towel that had absorbed the coffee stain into the trash can, unscrewed the faucet, rinsed her cup, and then, poured her a new cup of hot milk.

In the glass, snow-white milk bubbles burst in the air, and the water vapor was heavy with a faintly sweet aroma.

"Don't drink coffee before bed, it's easier to fall asleep with hot milk." Berial said, poured himself a cup of milk as well, gesturing for her to follow: "Come on, go upstairs."

Ye Miao blinked, suddenly having the illusion that she was being taken care of by him as a child.

It seems that Berial is worried that she will lose sleep because of fear, so he wants to use this method to make her sleep better, right?

Although ...... today's news of Fujiwara's death reminded her once again of that ghostly face covered with corpse spots, in fact, drinking hot milk may not really help her sleep at ease, and there is a high probability that she will still lose sleep. But she still appreciates Berial's heart.

Ye Miao also followed him upstairs.

The door to Berial's room was not locked with a key, but because he had two glasses of milk in his hand, he did not have his hand to open the door. After Ye Miao opened the door for him, he didn't return the milk to her, but took both cups into his room and put them on his desk.

Ye Miao: "?"

Seeing that she hadn't reacted, Berial walked back to her and asked with some amusement, "Why are you still stationed at the door, go lock the door and bring the pillow over, you'll sleep on my side today."

Ye Miao stuttered for a moment: "I sleep in your room?"

"Well, it's still the same as last time, you sleep on the bed." Berial moved his neck, turned his head sideways, and looked into his room, the light reflected in the room outlined his sharply defined jaw: "But my pillowcase was washed yesterday and not yet dried, now there's only one pillow to use. You'll have to bring your own pillow here."

From beginning to end, his attitude is very frank, so frank that Ye Miao does not feel that there is anything wrong with this.

The last time was a sudden situation, she was scared out of her mind and ran to his room to take refuge there is no excuse. This time, Ye Miao asked herself, although she was afraid, but not so afraid that she had to sleep with him in a room to do.

However, the warmth and comfort of staying by his side is too comfortable. Just as someone who can never knock on a passerby's door on a cold winter night can't refuse a fireplace that is open only to him, Ye Miao found that her first reaction was far more happiness than hesitation when he invited her.

Berial was such a considerate and kind person, willing to give up his bed just because she said she was afraid. Ye Miao blushed a little, but still looked at him and expressed her gratitude: "Thank you, I'll trouble you tonight then."

"Your business is no trouble to me." Berial's red eyes looked deeply at her, "Didn't we say at the beginning that we would take care of each other?"

Ye Miao was counting on her fingers, "But I feel that since I came to St. Montanka, it's always been you who has been taking care of me."

"Huh." Berial didn't deny it, and laughed pleasantly twice, with snow-white sharp little tiger teeth appearing, meaningfully saying, "Then in the future, you must remember to repay me properly."

"That's for sure."

Ye Miao went back to her room, carried her pillow to his room, and peacefully hogged his bed.

If she slept in her own room, she would probably spend her insomnia by brushing up on social media.

Tonight, I don't know if it was because of the magic of the sweet hot milk or because Berial was her lucky star, but she slept surprisingly well. With the late sleeper Berial moving around the room reading a book, she quickly drifted off to sleep without a single wake-up call or heart palpitation, and woke up at dawn.

When she woke up, a thought flashed through her chaotic mind.

If she could always share a room with Berial, the darkness would no longer be a nightmare for her, right?

The next day, Ye Miao returned to school and found the atmosphere in the classroom quite solemn, so everyone must have known the news of Fujiwara's murder.

Suzumura had taken a leave of absence and did not come to class. Ye Miao sympathized with him - even for ordinary people, the sudden sight of a broken body would leave a deep shadow, let alone he had to identify over and over again whether it was his girlfriend.

In the afternoon, Ye Miao still had to take a minor class. But she is actually not much in the mood to listen to the class today, a bit distracted when the teacher's words from the podium suddenly caught her attention.

"During that particular period of history, the power of religious discourse was far higher than that of the king. In addition to the mainstream denominations that worshiped God, a Satanic sect was born that honored Satan - Satanism. Its adherents taught that 'good and evil are distinguished by each man's own thoughts' and did not honor God, but inherited the belief of Satan - follow the ego, I am God, emphasizing individualism, egoism... ...This caused great controversy at the time, and all of this was reflected in the literary creations of the time."

Ye Miao slowly lifted his head and looked at his teacher.

Seeming to see that the crowd was somewhat curious about this topic, the teacher pushed his glasses and said a few more words, "Like the truth that things come in different categories, in its long history, Satanism has also given birth to numerous different branches. However, not every branch is recognized by other branches. Rumor has it that some extremely insane members in the Middle Ages would privately hold evil black masses and even heartless human sacrifices. They believed that the evil act of killing was the highest offering to Satan, by which they could express their respect to the maximum and gain His power. However, this kind of sacrifice with no regard for human decency is destined to be eliminated by mainstream society, and several of the most famous branches of Satanism are also very disgusted with these extremists, for example, this branch of the Lever Satanists advocates that people should be in charge of their own bodies and souls ...... In modern society, human sacrifice is a serious violation of the law, so This small group of people, rightly so, should have long since disappeared."