Mateo looked at me with some concern and said, "I'm sorry, officer. This is my girlfriend's sister. She has poor mental health and is on medication. Recently, my girlfriend had an accident, and she might have been under stress and had hallucinations. Sorry to trouble you."

The police followed Mateo's gaze and looked at the medicine on the table.

Indeed, they were medications for treating mental illnesses.

The police left quickly.

There were only me and Mateo left in the room.

"Mateo, do you believe that Violet committed suicide?"

I looked into Mateo's eyes, trying to find any trace of guilt in them.

The next second, Mateo avoided my gaze.

"Rosalie, I know you don't want to accept it, but Violet is already dead, and I am very sad."

My heart sank.

Sure enough, Mateo was guilty.

Whenever he felt guilty, he would instinctively shift his gaze.

Although there were medications for treating mental illness on the table and the police didn't find anything suspicious, I just didn't believe that all of this was just my imagination.

I would never forget what happened on the evening of June 10th.

Even now, I could still remember how much it hurt when the axe struck me.

How could this kind of feeling be fake?

I would definitely make the murderer pay the price.

With that in mind, I glanced at Mateo and asked, "Where were you on the evening of June 10th?"

In the next second, Mateo suddenly looked at me.

Our eyes met.

I could clearly see the coldness in Mateo's eyes.

"Rosalie, Violet committed suicide."

"Yeah, I know."

I watched Mateo leave and laughed mockingly.

Look, this was the man I had been in love with for three years.

I looked at the empty room and walked to the door.

I was still so sure that something happened outside the door just now.

Just now, the sound came from the door.

If the man at the door was not Mateo, then who was he?

I walked back and forth at the door and accidentally stepped on the garbage in the corner.

At this moment, a black spot in the garbage suddenly caught my attention.

It was a very small microphone.

The sound just now was likely to come from here.

Otherwise, the police would have noticed someone hiding in this building.

I tightly clenched the microphone in my hand.

Mateo, what is your purpose?

...

I must find evidence now.

I had to prove that Mateo killed me.

As soon as it was light, I went to the police station as Violet's sister to find out how the case was going.