The mood in the comment area slowly started to change.
The post’s attention also rose wildly.
Some people urgently tagged the online police, asking them to search for every useful clue.
Some people willingly formed a “bone-search team,” hoping that the poor girl could be buried properly as soon as possible.
Among all kinds of discussion, only Draco seemed completely out of place.
Time after time, stubbornly, he left comments under the murderer’s post.
[Savannah, stop acting. I know it is you.]
[We have all grown up now. These small tricks of yours cannot fool me.]
[You were the one who left me back then. No matter what, I will never forgive you again!]
[And also, I am about to marry Ravena.]
[I hope you will not go to such extremes anymore to try to pull us apart.]
Watching this long chain of comments, I could nearly picture his annoyed face.
Draco believed that I wanted to reopen our history and bring back old emotions with him.
That was why he thought I had purposely hidden myself as a murderer to post online and draw his notice.
But what he failed to understand was that I……am the twenty-third corpse.
On the far mountain road, the noise of police sirens had already sounded.