Chapter 10

The old man suggested taking a shortcut because the weather was too bad, and the sooner they got to the police station, the sooner they'd be safe.

The shortcut was to turn into a deep, dark alley where all the streetlights were broken, pitch black.

As they hesitated, the phone cut off.

I saw my sister freeze there again, not coming back to her senses for a long time.

"Sis? Sis? Did something happen again?" I asked, both worried and scared.

The wind outside was still howling, but it had lessened somewhat, and the rain was gradually stopping.

Perhaps the typhoon was about to pass.

My sister woke up as if from a big dream and started dialing the phone frantically.

She tried four or five times in a row, but couldn't get through.

My sister's eyes were full of despair.

"It's over, everything's over."

"What exactly happened?" I was concerned about my sister's state, and also curious about what happened next.

My sister's voice was weak, but her logic was very clear.

At that time, the phone was actively hung up by the old man, who turned it off before giving it back to my sister, saying it wasn't safe to use phones during a thunderstorm.

Then, the three of them took the shortcut, turning into that pitch-black alley.

The small road was full of potholes, and my sister's shoes and socks were already soaked through.

The three of them continued deeper, as if walking into the throat of a giant beast.

At this point, the old man's pace became slower and slower.

My sister had a bad feeling, always feeling that something was about to happen.

She instinctively turned on her phone, ready to call for help at any time, while the old man had completely stopped walking.

Another bolt of lightning struck, and the old man's usual kindness was gone, replaced by a sinister expression.

"Give me the phone." The old man's voice was eerie and terrifying, as if coming from hell.

My sister was about to run away, but the old man snatched the phone first, then smashed it hard on the ground, shattering it to pieces.

It turned out that when the old man turned off the phone earlier, he intentionally cut off the connection with the future.

This way, what was supposed to happen in the past wouldn't change.

And naturally, no one could stop the crime he was about to commit.

The old man's sudden change of face caught my sister and Nora off guard.

He pulled out red ropes from his pocket and tightly bound my sister's hands and feet.

Later, after repeatedly recalling, my sister realized that those ropes weren't originally red, they were covered in dried blood.

It was the blood of the girls who had been raped and murdered before!