Free Web NovelChapter 583: Chapter 583: The Dual-Body Murderer_1
Two quarters of an hour later, Rose Iron Prison.
"Really?" Aiden confirmed, his eyes wide open, with Deborah.
"It’s true! The divination result is that female officer!" Deborah gasped for breath as she got off the carriage, having practically jogged all the way here since she was brought over.
Aiden and Tony, who were also waiting in the office, exchanged glances.
"How could this happen?" Tony murmured in a low voice, "Was the speculation... wrong?"
"Where is she now?" Deborah asked urgently, "To catch the double identity killer, we must protect her in secret!"
"Tomorrow is the full moon, she’s a werewolf, and she asked for a day off. She has already left work and has been out for a while," Aiden said with a grave expression, "We need to go to her home right away!"
"Calm down a bit, even if the killer turns into Captain Veronica tonight, she might not necessarily act today, right?" Tony paused to think, then said, "Tomorrow is the night of the full moon."
At this point, Aiden shook his head. "No, if he knows that Veronica is a werewolf, he probably won’t be foolish enough to trouble her on the night of the full moon. The full moon night can enhance dark magic, but it can also strengthen the power of werewolves! The personnel department has her registered address, we must find Veronica immediately!"
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Meanwhile, at Veronica’s apartment.
"Veronica, weren’t you going to buy some stuff? Did you forget something?" The landlady, chatting at the door, looked at Veronica in surprise as she walked slowly towards her.
"Oh dear, I realized I forgot my purse after stepping out," Veronica said with a somewhat embarrassed smile.
"Be more careful, don’t end up like me; I forgot my keys last time and couldn’t even get into my house," the landlady laughed heartily.
Veronica nodded with a smile, walked into the apartment, and immediately her expression changed.
Despite being a werewolf, she lived peacefully among ordinary people and even became a police officer, conducting herself with propriety... She integrated well into society and, it seems, had a rather lucky life experience.
"It’s truly sickening!"
"Veronica" suddenly bared her mouth in a sinister smile.
She walked along the corridor of the apartment, imagining what emotions the true owner of the face she was now using experienced going to and from work each day.
Though she mostly worked night shifts, she would put on a bit of makeup before work, quite attentively at that; she must have a man she liked... freewёbnoνel.com
After work, she would go to the market nearby to buy a bit of groceries, just enough for one meal. She would cook for herself, liking to eat meaty dishes, not drinking alcohol but enjoying fresh milk and sodas in glass bottles. Occasionally after shopping, she would go to a newsstand on another street, where she had subscriptions to numerous magazines, including novels, comics, and fashion magazines...
She immersed herself into the role like an actor getting into character, imagining the other woman’s daily routines and experiences.
She could clearly sense this person’s enthusiasm for such a peaceful life—just like the women who had died by her hand before. freewebnøvel.coɱ
This was something "she herself" lacked.
She was the double identity murderer.
A week before the killing, she would study the prey’s life track, track them, briefly interact with them, and hire someone to chat them up to observe their reactions.
After fully understanding her targets, she would take on their appearance on the last day, acting as them, imagining their lives and feelings before... killing them.
The night of the full moon was a good opportunity to perform dark magic; she could use necromancy to turn her victims into zombies, left to wander around the places they frequented in life.
Watching from a distance as those once lively in that place roamed as the living dead, it was as if she had personally stripped away the meaning of that person’s existence in the world, making them into an empty existence like herself, and this brought her pleasure.
Yes, people are born without any meaning to their existence, aren’t they? You are no different from me!
Why do these people persist in such meaningless ordinary lives? Why is she the only one who feels utterly devoid of fulfillment in this human world?
She was born with malice towards this world.
Now standing in front of the door to the apartment suite, she looked left and right and then uttered an incantation.
The divine speech of order, the authority of "the law"!
"Announcing privilege..." she began, "any form of obstruction to my passage is prohibited!"
The door clicked unlocked and opened automatically before her.
A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Just wait here for the prey to walk right into the trap.
...
"This is the address, room 104."
"Warden, haven’t you been to her house?" Tony asked.
"Why would I have been to her house?" Aiden didn’t quite understand why Tony would ask such a question.
"But she’s been to your house, I thought..." Tony said softly.
"What!?" Deborah, who was accompanying them, exclaimed in surprise.
"Now is not the time for idle chat, hurry up!" Aiden strode toward the entrance of the apartment building.
At the entrance, they were stopped by an elderly woman who appeared to be the lady landlord, "Who are you?"
"I am here to see Miss Wolfie from 104, we’re her colleagues," Aiden politely replied with a smile.
"Veronica? It’s the first time I see her having friends over." The lady nodded with a smile but then turned serious, "Just don’t make too much noise in the room, the soundproofing is good but the people next door can still hear..."
"Of course, of course..." Aiden was a bit overwhelmed by her rambling and just wanted to get inside the apartment to find the person urgently.
That’s when he heard the landlady add, "You came just in time, she just went out and came back because she forgot her wallet. Eh, it’s been fifteen minutes, why hasn’t she come out yet... hey young man?"
Under the incredulous gaze of the old lady, Aiden suddenly dashed into the apartment, followed closely by Deborah.
"Sorry, we’re in a bit of a rush to see her!" Tony apologized to the lady landlord as he rushed after them.
Aiden ran up to the door of room 104, reached for the doorknob, and found it was locked.
His eyebrows drew together tightly as he immediately made up his mind and took a few steps back.
"Mr. Aiden, what are you about to do?" Deborah, seeing his actions, was a bit startled.
"For this kind of door, just kick it open!" Aiden said in a low voice.
"Calm down, I can open this door!" Deborah advised, "This will attract normal people, and if a battle breaks out..."
Aiden calmed down a bit, realizing he was being too impulsive.
Deborah glanced at Aiden and felt a complex emotion—this policewoman could actually make Aiden so worried.
She spoke the divine speech, announcing the rule: "Announcing the rule, this door shall not obstruct passage."
The door unlocked again and opened automatically.
Aiden immediately pulled the door open and entered, drawing his gun at the same time.
As he entered the room, he froze.
The room was in total disarray; furniture overturned, and fragments of miscellaneous items and broken dishes were scattered everywhere.
Here, there was no one.
