In the cold light of the bathroom, the corpse was pale and glaring.

I stared fixedly at the screen, cold sweat pouring, my heart seemingly about to leap out of my chest.

Just two hours ago, this corpse was still a living person.

He wore a mask and a hat, with "036" tattooed on his left hand, following behind Lin Jia into the house.

"Dressed like this, he's probably a boyfriend who avoids the light,"

I thought bitterly at the time.

Little did I know, the moment Lin Jia closed the door, she pulled out a syringe and plunged it into the man's neck.

Blood splattered onto Lin Jia's face, and she didn't even blink.

"Holy shit!" I almost exclaimed, quickly covering my mouth.

I dared not make a sound, only separated from her by a wall.

This was an old house, not soundproof. If I made a sound, she would discover me.

The man collapsed to the ground, convulsing as the liquid entered him, until he fell silent.

Lin Jia dragged the man into the bathtub, her movements extremely skilled, making me wonder just how many times she had done this.

"What is she planning to do?"

My heartbeat accelerated.

The innocent and pure girl I remembered turned out to be such a devil. My scalp couldn't help but tingle.

However, Lin Jia's next actions completely interrupted my wild thoughts.

She slowly removed the man's mask, revealing a familiar face.

Seeing that face, my breath hitched, shocked to my feet.

Due to my sudden movement, I knocked over a picture frame on the table.

In the frame was a photo from before: single eyelids, high nose bridge, fair skin, thin lips.

The same as the corpse in the bathtub.

Even the teardrop mole under the left eye was identical.

Could there really be someone in this world who looks exactly the same?

If not...

Then who is he?