According to the evidence currently collected by the police, I committed suicide by jumping into the river.
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Our college was located halfway up the mountain, and there was a fast-flowing river at the foot of the mountain. No one went there.
The police found my shoes by the river.
The water flowed swiftly, so my body had not been found yet.
According to Mateo's statement to the police, I broke up with him after we argued on the night of June 10th. I was in a very bad mood and sent him a message before I died, saying, "Mateo, we're done."
Because these places were quite remote without surveillance cameras, the police could only rely on witness testimony and physical evidence to make deductions.
It was temporarily identified as a suicide case.
But only I knew that I neither went to any riverside on the night of June 10th nor sent any damn message to Mateo.
But if I went to the police now and told them everything I knew, they might think I was mentally ill.
So the best way now was to find strong evidence.
Undoubtedly, it was my body!
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If I didn't see it wrong that night, my body was in Mateo's house.
Today was a working day, and Mateo would go to work during the day.
It was not too late to rush over.
After thanking the police, I intended to go to Mateo's place.
At this moment, I suddenly heard several police officers discussing something. "Has the serial murder case been solved? I heard that five women have been killed."
I shook my head. The world wasn't peaceful lately.
When I arrived at Mateo's place, I couldn't help but feel relieved.
I was a scatterbrain, so I deliberately prepared a spare key for this house and hid it under the doormat.
Even Mateo didn't know about this.
I arrived at the house in the afternoon.
However, the odd thing was that I saw the murderer dragging my body towards the meat grinder that day, but there was nothing in the room.
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How did he manage to take away such a big machine without leaving a trace?
And there was not a single trace in the whole room.
At this moment, the sound of the door lock turning came from the door.
I didn't have time to think.
The next second, I hid in the nearby wardrobe.
Through the crack, I could see that Mateo was back home.
Mateo suddenly looked at me, his eyes devoid of emotion. "Violet."
My eyes dilated a little.
Did he discover me?
The next moment, I realized that he was looking at the photo hanging next to the wardrobe.