When I entered Lin Jia's room, sweat formed on my forehead.

Would Lin Jia suddenly come back?

What would happen if I got caught?

Would she kill me?

......

I was restless and uneasy.

After peeping on Lin Jia for so long, I knew she wouldn't come back while at work, but I couldn't help feeling nervous.

When I closed the door, my clothes were almost soaked in cold sweat.

As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a pungent, thick fragrance mixed with the scent of blood.

After one round in Lin Jia's room, I found a strange box and a notebook by the door.

Holding my breath, I cautiously opened the box.

There were anesthetic sprays, anesthetic injections, strong sleeping pills, sulfuric acid, and many small glass bottles filled with various colored liquids marked with strange symbols...

Next to these bottles was a key labeled "Chen Yu."

I took out my own key and compared it... They were exactly the same!

"What on earth does she want?" In shock, I looked at the notebook beside the box.

Perhaps there would be answers in the notebook.

When I opened the notebook, a chill crept up my spine.

The notebook was densely packed with records of different murder methods, accompanied by photos.

Dissection, dismemberment, cooking...

Each victim had the same name—Chen Yu.

I suppressed the fear in my heart and looked at the last entry. The date was yesterday, and the victim was the corpse I had seen on the surveillance footage.

I counted, there were a total of 35 records.

That means, Lin Jia had killed me, 35 times.