My boyfriend was having vigorous sex with my best friend on the bed. I hid under the bed, secretly recording everything. Suddenly, my friend's moans turned into screams. The bed began shaking violently, and blood poured onto the floor like a waterfall. Then, her bloody head rolled down, her wide-open eyes staring straight at me. I was scared out of my wits. "What's happening? My boyfriend just killed someone?" I came here today to catch them cheating. I never expected to witness a murder scene. On the bed, my boyfriend was laughing eerily. The sound of the knife stabbing into flesh was still clearly audible. I covered my mouth forcefully, making myself stay silent. Tears streamed down my face. "Why would he kill someone?" A few minutes later, my boyfriend Xander stopped moving. He seemed tired from all the stabbing. He lay on the blood-soaked bed and lit a cigarette. Just then, my phone's SnapChat notification suddenly went off. My heart sank. I clutched my phone desperately. But he seemed to hear the vibration. "Hmm?" He made a puzzled sound. I felt the bed move. He seemed to be lifting the covers, searching for the source of the sound. I almost cried out. I frantically switched my phone to silent mode. The second I pressed silent, Xander's call came through. "Ring... ring..." The hollow ringtone lasted about a minute. When I didn't answer, he hung up and sent me a voice message on SnapChat. "Babe, are you asleep? I'm working late tonight, so I won't come home to sleep." After that, I saw his feet slip into slippers and step onto the floor. The floor was covered with my friend's blood. As Xander walked, he left a trail of bloody footprints. He seemed to be searching for something in the room. Suddenly, he coughed violently twice. I flinched, so tense I forgot to breathe. My friend Lily's bloody head was right in front of me, staring at me. Blood was still spurting from her severed neck, her face frozen in shock and terror. Xander walked around naked in circles, but didn't seem to find anything. He went to the kitchen, got a cleaver, and walked back to the bed. His large feet were right in front of me. Then he began dismembering the body, chopping down with the knife like he was cutting vegetables. By accident, he kicked Lily's head. The bloody head rolled under the bed, almost face to face with me. I covered my mouth tightly, trembling all over. The overwhelming smell of blood made me want to vomit. But somehow I found the courage to push her head outward. Just as Xander was walking forward, he kicked Lily's head like a soccer ball, sending it flying. Xander froze and stopped what he was doing. The cleaver in his hand kept dripping blood. I prayed silently in my mind: "Don't look under the bed. Don't look under the bed." Xander stood still for a few seconds, then walked forward to pick up the head. I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he hadn't discovered me yet. My brain raced, thinking about how to escape. My friend's apartment was on the tenth floor. Jumping out the window definitely wasn't an option. It seemed I could only escape after Xander finished disposing of the body and left. But could I last that long? Blood kept spreading under the bed. I twisted my body and moved further in to avoid the blood that was about to reach my mouth. Xander returned to the bed and chopped for a while. Suddenly, Lily's hand fell to the floor. My heart almost stopped. If he bent down to pick it up, he would definitely see me. Xander hesitated, then slowly bent down to reach for the hand. I closed my eyes in fear, covering my mouth to keep myself from screaming, praying to heaven for a miracle. The next second, there was a knock at the door.
Xander's movements froze instantly. He stayed in that bent position for a long time without moving. "Knock, knock, knock." The knocking came again, followed by loud shouting from outside: "I'm back. Open the door!" I recognized that voice. It was Lily's boyfriend, Harrison. Xander hesitated for a moment, coughed twice, then straightened up and moved toward the door. He put on clean clothes, held the knife behind his back, and stopped at the door. My heart twisted into a knot. If Harrison came in and fought with Xander, maybe I could escape in the chaos. Thinking this, I moved my body closer to the edge of the bed, ready to run at any moment. Xander hesitated for a while, then opened the door. "Why isn't it done yet?" Harrison sounded slightly angry. My heart sank. Harrison actually knew about their affair. From the looks of it, the two of them had already planned this together. Xander smoked his cigarette without saying anything. Only then did Harrison notice the blood on Xander's body and the nauseating smell of blood in the air. His face turned pale. "What did you do?" Xander smiled eerily. "Isn't it obvious?" "You killed her?" Harrison was stunned. He rushed forward and grabbed Xander by the collar. "You said we were just playing around. Why did you kill her?" "I thought you didn't care whether she lived or died." Xander looked completely calm, as if killing someone was a perfectly ordinary thing for him. Harrison collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. Xander's eyes were cold, but his lips curved into a smile. "Help me dispose of her. If the police find out, you won't escape either." Harrison got angry too and shouted: "Bullshit! You're the one who killed her. I don't know anything. Don't drag me into this." Xander suddenly attacked, grabbed him by the collar, and put the knife to his throat. "Let me rephrase that. Help me dispose of her, or I'll kill you right now." Harrison finally got scared. His lips trembled and he couldn't speak. He just nodded forcefully. Xander let go of him and tilted his head slightly, signaling him to start. Harrison walked trembling to the bed. Even though he was mentally prepared, when he saw the horrible state of Lily's body, he still threw up. "Useless." Xander watched him coldly, picked up two thighs, and turned to go into the kitchen. I crouched under the bed, watching Harrison chop up the body while vomiting. Suddenly, one of Lily's severed limbs fell to the floor. Harrison bent down and suddenly froze. He saw me hiding under the bed. My eyes trembled. I held up one finger and made a shushing gesture. Harrison instinctively looked toward the kitchen without saying anything. His mouth moved slightly. I could read what he said. "Run. Call the police." I shuddered and nodded heavily. Xander was still chopping forcefully in the kitchen, completely unaware of what was happening on my side. I slowly crawled out from under the bed and walked barefoot across the blood-covered floor. I moved slowly toward the door. The bed was only a few dozen steps from the door, but to me now, it felt like crossing an endless distance. As I walked, I kept my eyes on the kitchen, afraid Xander would suddenly turn around and see me. Perhaps because the sound of Xander chopping was too loud, and Harrison deliberately made noise, I successfully escaped out the door. In the hallway, a cold wind blew past, making me shiver. Only then did I realize my clothes were completely soaked with sweat. I could wring water out of them. I wanted to run, but my legs went weak and I collapsed to the floor. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I felt the doorknob behind me move slightly. The intense desire to survive triggered my greatest strength. I crawled and scrambled upstairs. Lily and I lived in the same building. She was on the tenth floor, I was on the eighteenth. When I bought my apartment, Lily advised me not to buy the eighteenth floor because it was unlucky. But I wasn't superstitious. The eighteenth floor was also very cheap, so I bought it anyway. I ran from the eleventh floor to the eighteenth floor in one breath. When I reached my door, I fumbled to unlock the smart lock, rushed inside, and finally felt a bit safer. I slapped myself hard to confirm that everything I just saw wasn't a nightmare. In my memory, Xander was a gentle-natured man, a standard good guy who would rather suffer himself than let others suffer. I really couldn't connect him with a psychotic murderer. And from his behavior, this was very likely not the first person he'd killed.
A few days ago, I noticed something was wrong with him. I found a strand of pink hair on his clothes. This hair color was rare, and Lily had just dyed her hair this color recently. At first, I didn't want to believe it. Xander loved me very much. The only times I'd seen him angry were all because of me. Although Lily was promiscuous and had bad character, Xander's quiet, taciturn type wasn't her taste. I really didn't want to believe the two of them would get together. But soon, reality dealt me a harsh blow. While Xander was sleeping, I secretly checked his phone. At first, I didn't find anything wrong, but soon I discovered his phone had a second space. In that space, not only was it full of pornographic apps and images, there was also an account specifically for contacting Lily. Those images were extremely horrifying and graphic. They were all pictures of girls being violently abused, covered in injuries. There were even some severed limbs and bodies cut in half. All those girls had blonde hair. I also had blonde hair. I never imagined that beneath his gentle exterior, his sexual preferences were so disgusting. Besides that, there were chat records with Lily. "Honey, come to my place tomorrow. I'll be waiting." "Don't worry. I can give you an experience Harrison can't." Below that was a nude photo. Xander had replied with a suggestive emoji. I was furious and tears streamed down my face. I really never thought my best friend would seduce my boyfriend. So today I deliberately got off work early and hid under the bed to catch them in the act. But I never expected Xander would directly kill Lily. Why did he kill Lily? Lily's boyfriend clearly knew about their relationship. Why didn't he stop it? My mind was in complete chaos. I helplessly pulled at my hair. After the brief moment of shock, I suddenly came to my senses. The urgent matter was to call the police, otherwise Harrison would be in danger too. I picked up my phone with trembling hands. The phone case was already stained red with blood. "Hello? How can I help you?" The call connected. A gentle female voice came from the other end. I was overjoyed and was about to speak. Almost at the same time, the smart lock at the door made an unlocking sound. "Beep. Fingerprint verified. Unlocked!" I instantly froze in place, my face full of terror. "Hello?" I hung up immediately. Xander was already standing in front of me. "Babe, you're still awake? Who were you just calling?" "No one. Nothing." My face was pale and I trembled all over. He had already changed into clean clothes. Still that refined face, looking at me gently. He was completely different from the person at the murder scene. "Babe, why is there blood on you?" Only then did he notice the blood on my clothes. He looked slightly surprised. I bit my teeth hard to keep myself from crying out. "I fell off my bike." He stared at me with a complex expression. "So you were the one who escaped just now." I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. My body went weak and I almost collapsed to the floor. Xander stepped forward and caught me. "Sorry, babe. I scared you." His face turned slightly red. He actually showed a guilty expression like a child. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." I struggled free forcefully and stepped back several paces. "Why did you kill someone?" He looked at me calmly. "Babe, as your best friend, she actually took the initiative to seduce me. Doesn't she deserve to die?" I was stunned. "Just because of that? You killed her?" He nodded and tried to put his arm around my shoulder again, but I dodged away. He had to give up. "As your best friend, she hurt you like this. I couldn't tolerate it. She had to die." I stared at him. This face was so familiar, yet so strange. His reason was really absurd and laughable. "Hypocrite. Then why did you still sleep with her?" He stopped talking and just lowered his head. "I'm sorry, babe. But you have to believe me. I really did this for your own good." I suddenly thought of something and stared at him wide-eyed. "What about Harrison?" "Dead." "No. I have to call the police." I looked panicked. I grabbed my phone to call the police, but Xander snatched it away. A flash of ferocity crossed his eyes. I trembled all over and stepped back two paces, afraid he would go crazy and kill me too. Fortunately, that murderous look only flashed for a moment. He gripped both my shoulders with his hands and looked at me sincerely. "Babe, just pretend you didn't see anything today. I'll handle everything." "Can we just keep living like we did before?" I trembled and nodded. No matter what, I could only pretend to be obedient now if I wanted any hope of escape. Seeing that I'd forgiven him, Xander looked very happy. He coughed twice, hugged me tightly, then took out a necklace from his pocket and put it around my neck. "Babe, tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. This is my gift to you. I was going to give it to you tomorrow." He smiled at me. I looked down and touched the necklace, trembling slightly. "Babe, I won't let anyone who wants to hurt you get away with it." I didn't speak. Instead, I glanced at the kettle nearby. He let go of me with a gentle expression on his face. "Look at you, covered in that animal's blood. Go wash up." I murmured softly in agreement. When he wasn't paying attention, I grabbed the kettle from the table and smashed it against his head. He let out a muffled groan and stumbled back two steps. Blood immediately flowed from his head, his eyes full of surprise. I didn't look back. I opened the door and ran as fast as I could. Xander sighed and wiped the blood from his head. "Why? Why won't you just listen?"
After escaping out the door, I knew I couldn't run far before Xander caught me. Then I might truly be in mortal danger. I ran to the seventeenth floor and knocked on the door of apartment 1703. An university professor lived in 1703. His last name was Foster. I didn't know his first name. I always called him Professor Foster. This man had only recently moved in. He was in his thirties with a refined temperament. I had a good impression of him. "Professor Foster! Professor Foster! Are you home? Xander is trying to kill me!" I pounded on the door forcefully, shouting in terror. Footsteps came from the stairwell. I knew Xander had caught up. There was still no movement from inside the room. I began crying softly in fear. "Babe, come home with me. This is your last chance." Xander's grim face emerged from the darkness like a demon crawling out of hell, approaching me step by step. Just when I was about to despair, the door opened. A pair of hands pulled me into the room and slammed the door shut. The tension of surviving a disaster made my chest feel tight. A pair of hands wrapped around my shoulders. With Professor Foster's comfort, I slowly calmed down. As if I'd found support, I hugged him tightly and cried out loud. Professor Foster's body clearly stiffened. I could feel his breathing quicken. After a moment of hesitation, he hugged me back. After crying for about five minutes, I gradually calmed down and let go of him somewhat embarrassedly. "I'm sorry, Professor Foster. I..." Professor Foster adjusted his glasses and interrupted my apology. When he saw the blood on my clothes, he was clearly stunned for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. "Miss Emma, what happened? Did you fight with Xander?" I looked terrified and shook my head. "Xander is a murderer. He killed my best friend and her boyfriend. I think he wants to kill me now." Professor Foster listened in stunned amazement and thought for a moment. "You're not joking?" "I'm not joking. It's true. I saw it with my own eyes." I frantically searched my pockets, wanting to call the police. Only then did I realize my phone was still in Xander's hands. "Professor Foster, call the police quickly. If he gets in here, it'll be over." Professor Foster nodded, stood up, and dialed 911, telling the police about the current situation. After hanging up, he leaned against the table and stared at me with a strange expression. I was about to say something when violent knocking came from outside the door. "Babe, stop this. Come home with me." Xander's voice came from outside. "Xander, I've already called the police. Go turn yourself in." I replied trembling. Xander was silent for a moment, then pounded on the door forcefully. With the sound of gradually receding footsteps, he seemed to have left. I breathed a sigh of relief and nearly collapsed onto the sofa. Professor Foster was still staring at me. That look was very strange, full of suspicion and doubt. "Emma, calm down. What exactly happened?" I told Professor Foster everything that happened today in detail. His expression shifted between light and dark, gradually becoming serious. "Emma, do you know about the West District Predator?" I froze for a moment. My eyes changed slightly. I slowly nodded. "The West District Predator is a serial rapist and murderer who brutally raped and killed five women over six years." "This person has extremely strong anti-investigation awareness. I once had the privilege of participating in a special team tracking him... I know a lot of inside information." After speaking, he lowered his head. "Without exception, all the girls the West District Predator targeted had blonde hair. This killer seems to have a special preference for blonde girls." "And you happen to have blonde hair too. Plus those photos you found on Xander's phone..." An unusual light flashed in Professor Foster's eyes. "I'm certain that Xander is the West District Predator who committed those serial rape and murder cases!" I was stunned. For a moment, I couldn't believe it. I'd been married to Xander for four years. During those four years, he'd always treated me well and never lost his temper with me. Could it be that I'd been his kept prey all along? No wonder he was so practiced when killing Lily. I sat on the floor, painfully pulling at my hair. If I hadn't discovered this today, in a while I would have ended up like those other girls. Professor Foster sighed and patted my shoulder. "Don't be afraid. You're still safe for now. I've called the police. They'll be here soon." I looked at him blankly and nodded. Professor Foster boiled water and made me a cup of tea. The tea was exceptionally fragrant and refreshing. It also eased my fearful and anxious heart a little. "Professor Foster, thank you." I looked at him and smiled gently. He seemed a bit shy. He coughed lightly, his cheeks turning slightly red. "It's nothing. I couldn't just leave you to die." After drinking the tea, I checked the time. It had been almost an hour since we called the police. Why hadn't the police arrived yet? Professor Foster saw my confusion and comforted me: "Don't worry. The police should be here soon." He stood up with a slight smile. "You've been through so much. You must be exhausted. Get some sleep first." I hesitated, but I was indeed mentally exhausted, so I agreed. He walked to the closet to get me a blanket. How strange. He clearly lived alone, so why did he have a pink blanket? Fatigue washed over me. I yawned deeply, and my eyelids began to droop. Suddenly there was a loud noise. I was startled and looked in that direction. It turned out Professor Foster had accidentally knocked over a box while getting the blanket. I walked over, wanting to help him pick it up. "No need. I'll do it myself." Professor Foster's voice rose two octaves. He bent down to try to stop me. But I had already opened the box. My eyes widened instantly.
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