Psychocriminalist Chapter 2

Tonight, Derek came home very late.

Because yesterday, I had challenged the police by posting a "murder announcement" online.

The content read:

"I'm the perpetrator of the 1/27 murder case. Tomorrow night at 8 PM, meet me at the east entrance of Seaside Park. N"

(The first case was discovered on January 27th, hence the name "1/27 Murder Case.")

After posting yesterday, within just five minutes, it hit the top trending topic, briefly causing the server to crash with a 404 error.

Of course, the comments were full of skeptics—after all, the internet is anonymous and IP addresses can be faked.

"This is obviously fake. Anyone could post this."

"This is disrupting online order, right? This joke went too far."

"Must be some kid on vacation. Parents, please supervise your children."

...

"This can't be real, can it?! Shocking!"

"This serial killer is interesting."

Reading the comments on my computer, I nearly died laughing.

These netizens were something else.

Online spectators were buzzing, while I remained silent behind the scenes.

Only the police knew this post was definitely real.

Because every one of my victims had an "N" carved into their left wrist.

But the police had never released any related information—only internal personnel knew about it.

The police were afraid of copycat crimes, so they hadn't disclosed this detail.

About half an hour after the post went up, I received a call from Derek.

"Chloe, there's a new development in the 1/27 case, so I won't be coming home tonight."

"Okay, don't work too hard~ I'll miss you."

"Okay, remember to lock the door."

"Okay, goodnight."

Shortly after, my doorbell rang.

It was already very late. I opened the door.

And there stood my seventh "victim."