When the police arrived, I was already dead.
I guess the cause of my death should be excessive bleeding.
But fortunately, the wounds all over my body no longer hurt.
I know that Uriah's paintings are his life. I am willing to die for his paintings, as long as he is willing to forgive me and forgive mom.
"Sister?"
A momentary look of astonishment flashed across Uriah's face.
I wonder which sister he thought of in that moment.
Just when I thought he would realize it was me, there was a crisp shout at the door.
"Uriah!"
It was his biological sister, Iris Knight.
A look of surprise flashed across his face, and his shoulders relaxed as if a burden had been lifted.
He walked quickly to Iris's side and saw the gauze and band-aids on her body, his eyes filled with deep concern.
"Silly girl, these paintings are nothing compared to your safety. Don't do such foolish things again in the future. I will feel heartbroken."
Iris pressed her arm with the gauze, smiled faintly, and her pale lips were very convincing.
"Uriah, I'm not silly. I know how important these paintings are to you. I'm willing to do anything for you!"
"Iris, you are so good that I don't know what to say."
Uriah hugged Iris excitedly.
He promised her, "Saving my paintings is saving my life. I, Uriah Knight, swear that I will put you in the most important position in my life!"
"And no one can replace you, no one can surpass you!"
Iris leaned against her brother's arms, with a victorious smile on her lips.
And I, floating in mid-air, shouted anxiously.
"It's not her, it's not her, Uriah!"
Uriah closed his eyes and held Iris even tighter.
They went to the police station.
I watched helplessly as Iris lied to Uriah and said she was going to make a statement, then turned around and hid in the restroom.
She really acted like her.
As the owner of the gallery, Uriah naturally had to go and make a statement.
He and Ryle have known each other for a long time, so Ryle knows some basic information about him.
Ryle said, "The killer's methods are extremely cruel, and he knows your gallery inside out. It's obviously targeted at you."
"He has a strong anti-investigation awareness, leaving almost no traces at the scene, making the investigation difficult."
"I want to ask you, do you have anyone in mind?"
Uriah furrowed tightly.
He didn't know what he suddenly thought of, and snorted coldly.