"Is there blood on your hands?"

"No." Pamela shook her head and said, "But I knelt in the middle of them, so there was blood on my legs and skirt."

"Then what?"

"My mother came in." Pamela took a deep breath and said, "I made a bold decision."

"You knocked her unconscious, then framed their two deaths on her head, and also exposed the fact that she abused you. Two corpses and one criminal, but you escaped unscathed."

Pamela nodded slowly.

"Wonderful, miss."

"Actually, it's not the first time." Pamela took another deep breath and said, "It seems like this isn't the first time."

"'like'?"

"In my impression, before my parents took me and moved away in a hurry, I also lost a memory."

"Where?"

"At home." Pamela frowned slightly and said, "Someone broke in, I saw him, the middle scene disappeared, and then my parents took me to move."

"Very well, look into my eyes, miss."

Schiller stood up, walked a little in front of Pamela, bent down and turned his head. Pamela mustered up the courage to raise her eyes to meet him.

Schiller's eyes were slightly focused for a moment, but then quickly dispersed, and he also frowned.

"Am I a natural-born killer?" Pamela asked, her eyes following Schiller's back as he walked around the bed to the window and said, "Like you, would you be excited and satisfied by this?"

"you are not."

Schiller gave an answer that shocked Pamela.

"Why?" Pamela still couldn't help asking.

During the period of contact with Schiller, she learned some things about this circle, including indifference, contempt, murder, and excitement. These are the basic emotional characteristics of a typical serial killer.

She was even mentally prepared for this.

"You're not." Schiller repeated again. When he turned around, the windows behind him also gave him a layer of cold light.

Pamela saw his gray eyes glowing faintly in the darkness of the backlight, like a beast in a cave, and she heard Schiller's voice echoing in the room.

"You're not...because we won't forget."
Chapter completed!