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The night was heavy with dark clouds, the moon faint and the stars sparse, as if the entire world were shrouded in a veil of darkness that pressed down so hard it was hard to breathe.
Just as I was about to dial 110 from the phone booth, a sudden wave of helplessness washed over me.
My hand hovered in mid-air, trembling slightly. Did I truly have the courage to bear this responsibility in the face of that blank memory?
Suddenly, I recalled the dusty heart-shaped sign outside the health room, along with its slogan: "Heartfelt Counseling, Students Are Welcome to Share Their Worries." Perhaps I should first seek out the psychologist in the health room and have a good talk to untangle my thoughts.
As I hesitated, the long wail of a police siren suddenly pierced the silent night, growing louder as it approached, unmistakably heading my way.
It couldn't be! I hadn't turned myself in yet; why were the police coming for me?
Thinking of A Zhao's house nearby, panic surged within me, and I quickly fled toward it. My steps were frantic and hurried, my heart pounding in my chest as if it might burst free.
The back door of A Zhao's house was located down a deep alley; surely the police wouldn't find me there so quickly.
"A Zhao! A Zhao!" I shouted desperately, pounding on his door with both hands, my voice sharp with urgency.
The door opened a crack, and I swiftly squeezed through the gap into the house, my movements quick yet awkward.
"Come upstairs with me..." A Zhao's face was pale and somewhat sinister. His gaze was cold and hollow, as if he had transformed into a different person.
"A Zhao, I..." I followed him closely without missing a step. Seeing his expression startled me; my feet instinctively hesitated for a moment as an ominous premonition surged within me.
He pulled me down onto a wooden chair and suddenly asked, "Weren't you going to turn yourself in?" His voice was icy and mocking, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly in an almost imperceptible smirk.
"A Zhao, I'm sorry. I just can't admit my mistakes..." I lowered my head, unable to meet his eyes, my voice barely above a whisper like a mosquito buzzing.
"Error? You killed someone; that's a crime!" A Zhao glared at me fiercely, his fists clenched tightly, his body leaning slightly forward, the muscles in his face twisted with anger.
"But I have no memory of it. I turned myself in... How am I supposed to explain this to the police?" I was once again fabricating excuses for myself, my gaze wandering restlessly as my hands nervously rubbed against my legs.
"You used ether stolen from the chemistry lab to knock Lingzi out, then dragged her to a construction site near the school and finally dismembered her before throwing her into the school's sewage pit," A Zhao said coldly, his eyes devoid of warmth, as if recounting an event that had nothing to do with him.
I looked at A Zhao in terror, my eyes wide open, my mouth slightly agape, involuntarily shrinking back, my hands gripping the armrests of the chair so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Why, why did A Zhao know such details...
Seeing the confusion on my face, A Zhao suddenly smiled coldly. "Because the one who killed Lingzi is me!" His laughter echoed in the silent room, sending chills down my spine.
"Or rather, another A Zhao residing within me."
A cruel light suddenly shot from A Zhao's eyes, as if he had transformed into a completely different person. "I hate her; I hate all rich people! They mock me, ignore me, look down on me... What's worse is that I have to greet them with a smile and endure the humiliation they once inflicted upon me, turning a blind eye to their ugly faces while selflessly helping them for the sake of reputation and so-called friendship. I endure because I have more important things to do—I want revenge!" His voice grew louder, his emotions more intense, and his expression became grotesque with rage.
"A Zhao, what about the three student disappearances over the past year..." A chill suddenly ran down my spine; every hair on my body stood on end as my voice trembled slightly.
"Yes, it was me. All of this is my revenge!" A Zhao laughed maniacally, his laughter twisted and echoing in the room, making it even more chilling.
"No one will suspect me; I am their friend. But I know that if this continues, it will eventually leave traces. I always kill in one area; it's hard to succeed every time. If I fail even once, all my painstaking disguises will be ruined. If these cases remain unsolved for too long, they will eventually lead back to me. So I need someone to take the fall for me—I've chosen you, Xiao Liang. You've been ostracized since childhood, and after your family's tragedy, your mental state must be quite unstable. Your classmates think your behavior might evolve into that of a psychopathic killer; adults will believe it too. Besides, you have motives to kill each one of them. Ha! These spoiled brats who think they're untouchable—who hasn't bullied you? Especially Lingzi; you have the strongest motive to kill her."
"So you deliberately stayed silent when mentioning Lingzi to make me panic on my own? And the library..." I looked at A Zhao weakly, filled with despair and anger.
"The bookmark in that book was also placed there by me on purpose—to ensure you would find that page yourself. Of course, if you hadn't found it, I would have shown it to you."
"So you exploited my trust in you and used those around me against me..." Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as they threatened to spill over.
"A Zhao, was even your friendship with me fake...? Then I truly have no friends in this world."
"Dammit—" I held back my tears and shouted, "But A Zhao, even if your friendship is fake, you will always be the best friend in my heart. I, I..."
"Then just turn yourself in to the police—" A Zhao yelled at me, his eyes filled with mockery, a hint of disdain curling at the corners of his mouth.
From the moment I stepped out of that door, I silently made a decision in my heart.
I would forget him completely, forget everything about A Zhao.
But it wasn't long before I heard the news of A Zhao's suicide.
He had been shouting "Turn yourself in, turn yourself in," but it wasn’t directed at me; it was for himself.
He revealed the truth to me, hoping I would give him the courage to confess, yet I let him down.
I was his only friend, but once again, I cowardly avoided the truth, unwilling to acknowledge my friend's sins and failing to fulfill my promise of redemption for A Zhao.
In the end, he chose death to escape this fate.
When I received the news, I stood there in a daze, my gaze vacant, tears silently streaming down my face, my heart filled with guilt and regret.
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