Fang Man's death might well be the pain of my lifetime.
I dreamed of slaughtering the person who had caused her death.
Now I knew who that person was: the First Case Offender in Seven Deaths for a Life.
He was the man who had met me outside the villa.
Why did it have to be him!
Why did his actions make so little sense? He had helped me once, yet he had also been vicious enough to hire someone to run down and kill the woman I loved.
Who the hell was he!
I had come across this man several times in my investigation, and I had seen him twice in hallucinations, yet I could never see his face.
I had to find this man. I would dig him out. I had to slaughter that bastard with my own hands!
"Du Yuwei, can you let me see his face? I'm begging you."
I stared at the diary and, for the first time, asked this ghost for help. "He's also one of the murderers who killed your parents. Tell me who he is, and I'll kill him. I can avenge your parents for you."
But no more writing appeared in the diary. Even the words that had just appeared suddenly vanished.
The last page was still blank, as though nothing had ever been written on it.
I waited for ages, but the diary never updated, nor did any more images appear in my mind.
I sighed and closed the diary.
Just then, a stiff hand landed on my right shoulder without warning.
That hand was rigid and utterly icy, like a dead person's hand.
I shuddered violently. My scalp nearly exploded, and my heart leaped into my throat.
In the dim candlelight, a shadow fell across the wall, right beside