[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

Amanda Lego sat on the bed anxiously, it was night now, but she dared not turn off the light to sleep.As long as she was in the dark, she couldn't help but think of those tortured days.

She could even hear the sound of blood dripping, and every time she saw the needle mark on her arm, she felt infinite fear.As if that place is never going to be good and will stay there forever.And she stayed there all the time.

Amanda has resigned from her job as a bartender, and she even wants to leave London to work in another city.And she did plan for it.

She calmed down, stood up, walked to the desk and turned on the computer.She needs to find out what better career is suitable for her, and now she can't sleep.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.Amanda frowned, she thought she had heard wrong, so she didn't care.But soon, the knock on the door rang again, and the sound became a little louder.

Amanda was a little panicked. She immediately ran to the kitchen to get a fruit knife. She didn't think anyone would come to see her now.

When she looked out of the peephole, all she saw was darkness.Amanda locked the door, a single woman living alone with elderly parents living in the country.

"Amanda, Amanda." A familiar voice came from outside the door. When Amanda looked again, she only saw her friends who were drunk and knocking on the door, "Open the door."

Amanda remembered that she had indeed received an invitation to their party earlier in the day, but declined due to her poor condition.Unexpectedly, they came to the door by themselves now.

After inviting the friends to talk for nearly half an hour, Amanda sent them away in a happy mood.Amanda stood at the door and watched them stagger out, round the corner and down the stairs.

She kept smiling, and when she was about to close the door, she was stopped.

"Amanda." A man came around the corner.Of course Amanda knew him, her own savior, she was always grateful, thinking about when to thank him properly.

The sensor light went off, and Amanda could only hear the man's footsteps in the darkness.

"I'm Ryan Quill." The man stood in front of her, smiling politely, "I'm sorry for bothering me, may I go in?"

"Yes, of course." Amanda nodded, but she seemed a little shy because her friends came over just now, and she hadn't tidied up her house yet, "It might be a bit messy here."

Ryan looked at Amanda's back, and his smile disappeared. He took out something from his pocket, walked quickly behind Amanda, and put the cloth over Amanda's mouth and nose.Amanda began to struggle, but was restrained by Ryan, and within a minute, she fell into a coma.

Amanda fell to the ground, making a sound on the floor.The sensor light outside came on, and Margot walked in. She closed the door gently without making a sound.She put her bag on the ground and looked down at Amanda with cold eyes.Then he handed Ryan a pair of disposable gloves and put them on himself.

"You're too careless." Margo was a little annoyed, "If someone else finds out, we'll be finished."

"No, Margot." Ryan said with a smile, he always maintained a lower-level attitude, "We will be fine. Just like you and Richard before."

Margo stopped her mouth, clenched her teeth, and commanded: "Move her to the chair."

Just like what Ryan saw in the cabin before, in that way, he tied the poor woman to the chair.Because of the coma, Amanda's head drooped.

"Her neighbors may call the police." Margo said while looking for something in her bag. "The police will arrest us."

"You're too anxious, Margot." Ryan stood in front of Amanda, stretched out his hand and squeezed her chin to examine carefully, "The family living below went on a trip a week ago. Her neighbor , but an addict lost in drugs, no one will listen to his gossip."

Margo took out the needle and the blood bag, and just like she had done long ago, she stuck the needle into Amanda's still-healed wound.The other part was connected to the blood bag, blood gushed out impatiently, and Margo threw the blood bag on the ground casually.

"You are really a monster." Margot looked at Ryan and said, "Just like my brother."

A child who inherits the blood of a serial murderer is always so frightening.

And so is Margo.Her father was a hunter.Since she was a child, her father couldn't understand her elder brother's indecisive appearance, so she was specially trained. She is a very good hunter, but she still has kindness and kindness in her heart.

As expected, her father was the person who understood her best, and he knew her crux at a glance. Therefore, in an "accident", Margot killed someone, a living child.

"Do you want to be put in jail and humiliated by others?" her father asked.At that time, Margot was less than 15 years old. She looked at her blood-stained hands in horror, shook her head tremblingly, "Help me" she heard herself say, "Help me."

And her father naturally helped her. Together, they dismembered the boy's body and made his body a secret forever.Then Margot suddenly understood why there was a little boy in the deep forest, all because of her father.

The father caught the little boy, locked him in the cellar, deep in the forest, and let him escape on purpose, directing Margot to kill him.

Knowing this, Margot could no longer forgive herself as a murderer, but she still insisted on living and living freely.And in this way, one lie after another must be used to complete the original one.

Later, she really became an excellent hunter, and after that, her father died.

How did father die?Margot didn't know, she only knew that after returning from school that day, she saw her brother hugging his father's body, his white shirt was stained with blood.Then she understood that brother has never been cowardly, he just likes to keep everything in his heart.

And this is like inheriting one after another.

Margo looked to Lane, the kid who also killed his father.

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"I don't." Ryan raised his eyebrows, looked at Sherlock who was already familiar with him on the sofa next to him, and the slightly restless Dr. Watson, smiled, and asked, "Teaorcoffee?"

"Tea." Sherlock said a little coldly, he raised his eyes and looked at Ryan who got up, "Why do you feel guilty, this is not the first time you killed someone, isn't it?"

Ryan froze there, his back facing Sherlock, but he never spoke.

Then he turned around and smiled at Sherlock: "You are a very clever detective, Sherlock, you can always find details that others can't find. This makes me admire, you are right, it took so long I've only killed one person since."

Ryan shrugged and said, "But that person is not this woman."

And Sherlock seemed to see through everything, showing a triumphant smile, his eyes were sharp, and he hardly gave Ryan any chance to refute: "Your father. You killed him, judging from the cocoon on your hand , you have been hunting for a long time, but not recently. For about a year, you have no specific occupation now, but have a regular partner, male. You are seeing a psychiatrist, but obviously it is not helping , your boyfriend is also a little neurotic, but these are secondary. You are looking for love, love from your family. That's why you are so desperate to keep your aunt, because you only have one relative left. Your mother died , according to reasoning, it should be your father who killed her."

Ryan couldn't maintain his smile, his face turned cold, and he couldn't say anything.

"It's time for you to leave, Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson. I'm leaving London soon, and I hope you enjoy your stay in London." Ryan's mouth curled up stiffly, "There's no tea or coffee here, here, Nothing at all."

When Sherlock and Watson finally left, Ryan slumped on the sofa a little weakly, so he hated dealing with these people. Hannibal is one, and Sherlock is one. They can easily master a person.

However, thinking about Hannibal's bad taste, Ryan smiled, and it would be great to find a time for Sherlock and Hannibal to meet.He was looking forward to seeing Hannibal lose his horse in front of Sherlock, but this might not happen.

It's almost twelve o'clock now, and midnight is always so hard.Ryan wasn't sleepy yet, he was exhausted from the events of the day, but he hadn't forgotten to call his Will.

Thinking about it this way, Will didn't seem to call recently.

Thinking about it, Ryan's cell phone rang, and it was Will.

The voice over there was a little trembling, and Ryan could almost imagine what kind of state Will was in.

"What's going on, babe." Ryan's voice was extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.But yes, Will was startled.

"...Ikillsomebody." He said on the other end of the phone, "Ikillher."

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Heck, it seems kind of dark ;-)

Completed, 3000 words

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