A profound chill enveloped the young woman as she peered deeper into the large house, which looked abnormally empty. Only a few pieces of furniture were sparsely arranged, giving the impression that it wasn't a residence meant for living. Then, her gaze locked onto a single object...

It was the old gramophone, standing starkly in the center of the room. But dominating the void was the dagger—its sharp point still firmly embedded in the music player! The sight froze Ploysuay in place, the blood in her veins turning to ice. The blade weakly reflected the sliver of sunlight filtering through, and the memory of Narajkul holding that same knife the previous night immediately flooded her mind.

Ploysuay clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling the scream lodged in her throat. Her eyes were wide with terror. She slowly backed away from the window, knowing that everything in this house was far too dangerous to risk her presence any further.

Thud!

Ploysuay jumped violently upon hearing something drop inside the house. She quickly crouched down, scanning her surroundings with extreme paranoia. The sound vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared. Cautiously, she rose and peered through the curtain gap again, curiosity warring with fear.

She caught a glimpse of Narajkul’s back as he quickly walked past, a large suitcase in his hand. Where was he going? And what terrifying secret was hidden inside that bag? What should she do if he was planning something sinister?

Her eyes darted around, her mind racing with unease. If he truly was a threat, she needed concrete evidence to incriminate him. The only way to find the truth was to follow and gather proof herself.

She pulled her phone from her dress pocket, glanced toward the receding figure of the man, and began to follow the edge of his house slowly, constantly checking her surroundings. She stopped at his entrance—a set of wide-open double wooden doors.

Ploysuay cautiously peeked into the spacious, high-ceilinged house. A faint, clean scent wafted out from the open doorway. Suddenly, her eyes caught something lying on the floor.

Driven by her resolve, the young woman deliberately stepped across the threshold and into his domain. She stopped at the object, then quickly knelt to pick up a white handkerchief. But then she nearly collapsed in shock: The cloth was stained with dried, unmistakable blood.