Chapter 736 Probe

Chapter 736 Probe

Victor's eyes shifted. To verify this, he changed the subject, "Want to watch me work?"

The woman nodded.

Then Victor led her to his workbench and pulled out a sharp dagger. The blade slowly approached the cat's corpse.

Seeing this, the woman's breathing quickened.

She even seemed a bit excited.

As the cat's belly was cut open, revealing its organs, the woman showed no signs of disgust or discomfort.

Instead, she looked expectant.

Seeing this, Victor could basically confirm she wasn't normal.

She was probably like that taxi driver—a potential psycho.

However, Victor was puzzled. Were there really this many psychos in society?

He'd never encountered any before.

It seemed that only after coming to Azure Bay had things become increasingly abnormal.

Now it seemed he understood why the woman had been watching him and said she liked him.

She probably sensed that he was also different from normal people.

Maybe she enjoyed watching bloody scenes, which is why she said she liked him.

Victor thought carefully. If he looked at it from an ordinary person's perspective, he seemed even more abnormal than her.

Thinking this, he felt speechless.

Fine, I'm a psycho. I know that.

"Is the reason you work at that shop to observe me?"

The woman nodded again.

"Have you killed anyone?" Victor asked bluntly.

The woman shook her head. Her expression showed no disgust.

"Help me with something tonight. You'll get to see life bloom. Are you willing?"

The woman's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously.

"Good. Tonight, follow my instructions completely. Don't say a word. Understand?"

The woman nodded hard.

Night.

Victor went out. He was thinking.

As a driver, he would definitely know this city well. And now the streets and alleys basically all had cameras. If they didn't want violations and fines, they would naturally have a few fixed alleys without surveillance where they'd briefly stop.

In other words, wherever taxis gathered, you could basically confirm there were no cameras.

And if you added the requirement of being close to the police station, there weren't many options.

But he still found a few locations.

Then a lone woman walked in, going from one alley to another.

Meeting that driver was itself a matter of probability—it couldn't happen on the first try.

Of course, this area had the highest probability.

Why?

Because this area had Victor, a psycho serial killer. So for a rookie student wanting to imitate him, this taxi driver would naturally prefer to operate right under Victor's nose.

Because Victor had more experience, the places he chose were naturally carefully selected.

Therefore, there was a high probability of meeting him tonight.

As time passed, after 11 PM, there were basically no people outside.

Winter was coming, it was cold, so nightlife wasn't as lively as in summer.

Soon, Victor, following from a distance, saw a man dressed all in black, even his face covered, following behind the woman.

Victor smiled coldly. Sure enough, the excellent student was no longer satisfied with selecting defective products like homeless people for his creations.

He was progressing, upgrading.

There were no cameras here, few people around, dim streetlights—a perfect murder location.

As expected, the man didn't disappoint him. His right hand pulled out a hammer and he chased after the woman.

Seeing this, Victor shouted, "You thief!"

Victor rushed over.

The woman should have quickly fled when he shouted.

However, she actually turned around and watched the man with interest.

By this time, the man's hammer was already falling.

When the man saw the woman, there was surprise in his eyes, but it was too late.

The hammer struck heavily on her chest.

The woman couldn't help but cry out in pain.

At this moment Victor arrived in time and said urgently to the woman, "Call the police!"

The driver clearly froze when he heard this.

The reason he dared to strike even after hearing Victor's voice was because he knew Victor's secret.

He was certain that even if he killed someone, Victor would help him dispose of the body.

After all, compared to Victor's crimes, his killing someone could only be considered child's play.

The driver looked at Victor in disbelief.

"You!"

Victor smiled coldly and grappled with him, while reminding the woman again to call the police.

This place wasn't too far from the police station—also part of Victor's analysis of the driver's expected crime scene.

Imagine this: a psycho who had held back for over twenty years finally experienced the thrill of killing and wasn't caught by police.

So for his next crime, would he choose to stay away from the police station or get closer?

Naturally closer, because that's more thrilling!

The woman snapped out of it and started calling the police.

Seeing this, Victor pressed down on the driver and whispered, "Thank you."

But the driver had only one thought in his mind: how dare he call the police?

"How dare you call the police? Aren't you afraid the cops will catch you?"

Victor looked at him. Originally he didn't want to explain anything.

But suddenly a strong emotional desire surged within him.

When watching movies and TV shows before, he always thought villains talked too much. Why not just finish off the hero? Why ramble on and on, only to get counter-killed in the end? Too stupid.

But now he understood.

It wasn't that villains were stupid—everyone would do the same.

Imagine this: you've plotted revenge against someone for years or even decades to complete it, just to give them a fatal blow at the end?

Wouldn't you talk about your journey?

Then watch their expression of sudden realization or regret—that's how you achieve psychological balance.

Best to let them die with eyes wide open.

And Victor finally had a chance to escape suspicion in the 921 murder case. How could he not be excited?

"Relax, don't be nervous. Many things can't be explained in a sentence or two. I'll just say the result: seeing you made me see a chance to completely escape suspicion. Can you understand that?"

"Actually, I can guess your journey. Someone like you, looking thirty-something, poor and struggling, accomplished nothing. But at this time you met a woman who moved your heart. You wanted to get close but felt inferior. And you also discovered the woman was watching me, but I'm not good-looking, so you knew—I have money."

"And the woman you liked turned out to be just a vain, materialistic woman. You were jealous of me."

"You secretly observed me. You found I cared a lot about a diary—every so often, my gaze would drift toward where the diary was. So you wanted to steal the diary. You wanted to see me anxious."

"You wanted the woman you fell for at first sight to see that I'd be anxious too, that I'm just an ordinary person, just one with money."

"You tried to use this method, hoping the woman would notice you. What a pitiful guy. But you didn't expect that you'd accidentally discover my biggest secret."

"Your psychotic desires were completely triggered. You were like a child discovering a new world, hungrily learning and imitating everything about me."

"Maybe you were even thinking that when you became just like me, you'd get her attention, right?"