"Don't worry. I have no interest in your murder. I just want to know who smashed David's computer. Who is the classmate you mentioned? " I asked David's stepmother as I looked at her.

"No. I can't say that person." David's stepmother seemed to remember something terrifying. Her pretty face turned pale as she shook her head.

"Can't say? Then I have no choice. I'm calling the police now." I finished and picked up my phone.

"No, don't call the police." David's stepmother rushed over quickly, trying to snatch the phone from my hand. But she was immediately pulled away by Jennifer. Jennifer said rudely, "You murderer, what phone are you trying to snatch?"

David's stepmother, who was made flustered by Jennifer's accusation of being a murderer, collapsed on the ground and began to sob. What she said was nothing more than how bad her husband was to her, and David was extremely indifferent to her.

"I'm not interested in your nonsense. Tell me who the person who came to see you just now was." I said directly. Just now, she accidentally said a sentence, 'You are here again.' This is enough to prove that someone has been to see her before.

"No, no one came to see me. You are the first ones." David's stepmother said.

"Don't lie to me. Tell me who this person is. Is he or she our classmate?" I hurriedly said to her. If my guess is correct, it must be this person who smashed David's computer and took David's diary away.

Even if he or she isn't the mastermind behind all this, there must be a great relationship with the mastermind. By doing this, he or she is definitely destroying the evidence.

"No, really not." David's stepmother still denied it.

"Then call the police," I said angrily. Then Jennifer hurriedly opened her phone and was about to call the police. David's stepmother couldn't hold back anymore. She cried and said, "Okay, you win. I'll tell you."

"Who is he or she!?" I shouted hurriedly. If I could get the news of that person in the class from her, I could find a breakthrough.

"I don't know his or her name either. He or she is very thin. Wearing a mask, she told me that she seemed to be David's friend." David's stepmother said hurriedly.

"Is that all? Is it a man or a woman?" I asked again. Just with this information, it's impossible to infer who this person is. After all, there are still so many people in our class now.

"It should be a girl, with short hair," David's stepmother said again.

"A girl?" I frowned slightly. I began to recall in my mind. But soon I gave up. Because there are so many girls in the class, and I don't know how many of them have short hair. Who knows who it could be?

"By the way, I also heard one thing." David's stepmother hurriedly recalled, but just as she was about to speak, my pupils shrank slightly because on her fair neck, a red line began to spread slowly. Just like a poisonous snake, the red line spread rapidly. Devouring her life.

David's stepmother felt severe pain in her neck. She was surprised and wanted to lower her head to see how her neck was. But at this moment, the red line on her neck had already spread around, and the deep red blood had begun to flow out. Then her neck suddenly broke apart.

Blood gushed out instantly. The surrounding sofas and walls were all dyed a terrifying red. Even I had a lot of blood on me. The scene was simply crazy.

At this time, David's stepmother's head actually fell directly to the ground. With the sound of sliding, her head rolled and rolled on the ground. It actually landed at my feet. And her headless body twitched once and then collapsed to the ground with no more movement.

Looking at David's stepmother's head at my feet and the terrifying face stained with blood, my face was full of horror. And Jennifer was even more scared and retreated crazily. Her body directly fell to the ground.

"She's dead. She's dead!" Jennifer, out of control mentally, sat on the ground, and my face was equally frightened. Looking at the human head at my feet, my legs simply couldn't move.

"Pull me. Let's go quickly." I hurriedly reached out my hand. I was so scared that I was at a loss. Although I have seen death many times, being this close is the first time.

This made me extremely horrified. I have never felt that death is so close at hand. Jennifer hurriedly pulled my arm, and then the two of us almost fled out of the villa.

But when we walked out of the villa, we were stopped by a group of police. These police officers held riot guns and pointed at us, shouting, "Stop. Raise your hands."

"We won't resist." I hurriedly raised my hand, and Jennifer also raised her hand quickly.

Then we were taken to the police car like prisoners. Soon, Jennifer and I were interrogated separately.

"Did you kill David's stepmother?" A police officer asked.

"It has nothing to do with me," I said casually.

"Also, in the attic of David's house, we found a corpse. It was David's father's corpse. What grudge do you have with David? Why did you kill so many people?" This police officer roared. This was a middle-aged man, full of dignity. But at this moment, my expression was indifferent. I didn't even look at him.

"I said I didn't kill anyone. She died by herself. It has nothing to do with me." I said calmly.

"I'm telling you, you are now a major suspect in this crime." This police officer retorted sharply.

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"Do as you please." I finished and closed my eyes. But in my heart, I was extremely panicked. What should I do? How can I get rid of the suspicion?

This is my first time in the police station, and it's as a murderer. Although David's stepmother's death really has nothing to do with me. But I'm still panicked from the bottom of my heart.

However, on the surface, I remained calm and said, "I've said it. I came to ask about the situation. As for their deaths, they have nothing to do with me."

"Nothing to do with it? Does the fact that David's stepmother's neck was chopped off have nothing to do with you either?" This police officer sneered and said.

"Yes," I said helplessly. I don't know how to explain to the police. As for the matter of the curse, it's completely meaningless. Many classmates have said it before, but the police didn't take it seriously at all.

"Then I'm sorry. You might have to stay here for a while." This police officer said.

"No, you can't do this," I shouted hurriedly. If I were detained here and couldn't return to the class, I would be doomed. You know, the voting game in the class hasn't ended yet.

"Sorry, this is an order from the superior." This police officer said triumphantly. Then he turned and left. Only I was left sitting on the chair with handcuffs, my face pale.

"No, it can't go on like this. I'll be finished like this." I looked at the handcuffs in my hand and said. But it's simply impossible to escape from prison because there are police everywhere around.

Helplessly slumped on the chair, I waited anxiously. My legs were trembling and I felt cold all over. After a while, this police officer suddenly came over. Looking at me angrily, he said coldly, "You can leave."

"You said I can leave?" I pointed at myself blankly and said. Logically speaking, as a murderer who is so suspicious, how could I leave so easily?

"The forensic identification result is out. David's stepmother's death has nothing to do with you. As for the corpse on the ceiling, it has been dead for several days. Alright. You can go." This police officer waved his hand impatiently, his face full of regret. No wonder. Judging from his expression and dress, I knew that he must be a frustrated small police officer. He thought he had caught the murderer, but I cleared my suspicion.

Although I was puzzled in my heart, I still walked out. The police beside me helped me unlock the handcuffs. I didn't complain about anything. I just picked up my clothes and was about to leave.

Although I was very puzzled in my heart, even if I was not a suspect, the police had the right to detain me for twenty-four hours. But they didn't do that. Someone must have helped me. But who exactly helped me?

I was secretly puzzled in my heart, but didn't say anything. I just walked out of the hall. In the hall, Jennifer was waiting for me. There was some resentment on his face, but when he saw me, his eyes were full of excitement.

"Boss, you're finally out. You scared me to death. I thought you were going to be detained." Jennifer said hurriedly.

I nodded and didn't say anything. Although I was very puzzled in my heart, I didn't say it. Taking Jennifer with me, we walked out of the police station like this.

But when we walked out of the hall, I happened to notice the photos of martyrs on the wall. Then my whole face changed greatly. Pulling Jennifer's hand, I hurried out.

"What's wrong? Boss?" Jennifer asked strangely.

"Shut up and walk faster!" I glared at him, and then hurriedly hailed a taxi. Taking Jennifer, I hurriedly left the police station.

The taxi took us to the school gate soon. It was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was setting. Pulling Jennifer, I got out of the taxi and finally took a breath.

"What's wrong, boss? Why are you so scared?" Jennifer couldn't help asking.

"Fortunately, we walked out." I let out a sigh of relief, then glared at him and said coldly, "There's something strange about the police station we just entered."

"Strange? It's very normal. There's nothing strange." Jennifer shook his head and said.

"That's right. At first, I also thought there was nothing strange. The police around weren't evil spirits either. But until we left, I discovered the anomaly." I said calmly.

"Anomaly? What anomaly?" Jennifer couldn't help asking.

"I found many photos of martyrs on the wall. These people were all police officers who sacrificed during their missions. And among these photos, I found the photo of the police officer who was interrogating me just now." I said with a pained expression.