“As the brightest business prodigy of the Langley family and the most cherished heir of Brendan,


    Ethan had, through your father''s introductions,e to know many children with rare diseases. He


    established a charity foundation, invested in the construction of medical facilities, and provided


    ample funds to support their exploration and research...


    Damian, as the initiator, clicked with your parents and the elite, including Ethan, raising toasts and


    sharingughs. Then their rtionship took a turn to the brink of copse... The car crash that year


    was intentional, and I suspect that Ethan and your parents must have uncovered some


    unspeakable, dreadful secret.”


    And now, those who have died, more or less, were all in the know of some secrets. Someone is


    cleaning up the battlefield.


    "Five years ago, a new type of psychiatric drug emerged in the southern district. No one knew who


    developed it. Upon hitting the market, it shattered countless families, spreading disease, fear,


    violence... It was a feast of dopamine and endorphin spikes." Colin pointed to the top right corner.


    "Phoebe... What''s terrifying isn''t just the serial killings, but the vast, unfathomable web behind it. I''ve


    kept you in the dark... because I didn''t want you to get entangled again, I wanted you to live on like


    an ordinary person."


    Colin''s voice was trembling.


    I looked at the center of the entire backdrop wall, where there was a photo of ''Phoebe''.


    Colin had taken so many photos of me after my amnesia. It seemed like he had never left, always


    there protecting me.


    Tears scalding, my gaze fell on a photo at the entrance of our high school.


    I faintly remember that day, those bullies who tormented me suddenly disappeared, and in the alley,


    someone cried murder.


    I heard, a boy got stabbed in a fight.


    Was it Colin?


    He was always there, protecting me.


    "After I lost my memory, you never chose to make me remember you, instead, you silently followed


    and protected me. Was it to let me lead an ordinary life, to escape this web, right?" I asked him, my


    voice choked.


    Colin didn''t answer. He had always wanted to protect me. He tried in many ways.


    But he never managed to get me out.


    "But we''re all just bugs stuck in this web. How can we escape without burning it down?" I


    whispered, my voice growing firmer.


    Since Colin has chosen to tell me these things, it''s time... time for us to face it together, to


    investigate together.


    To catch the true mastermind and find all the truth.


    To expose all the darkness and filth to the light of day.


    "Phoebe... you''re right. We''ve tried to escape, but we couldn’t. Instead of being helpless bugs in this


    web, we should fight back." Colin hugged me tightly, his body shaking.


    "This time... I will protect you properly," Colin whispered. "I will."


    "Colin, you''ve guessed the real culprit behind the serial killings and the bizarre deaths of the


    psychiatric hospital doctors over the years, haven''t you?" I looked at Colin.


    With all his years of observing and investigating, I guessed... he must have figured out who the


    murderer was, justcking substantial evidence.


    Colin averted his gaze, obviously avoiding the topic.


    Who could it be, that made it so hard for him to speak?


    Looking at the wall full of photos and clues, it wasn''t difficult to suspect that Colin was deliberately


    covering for the serial killer.


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    "Fanny died, and you had worked out who would be the next victim before the second death, but


    you didn''t tell the police. Colin, do you hate them, or are you covering for the murderer? What made


    you decide to help the policeter? Was it my death?"


    I was getting a little agitated. Could it be that Colin didn''t expect the murderer to kill even Phoebe?


    And so, Colin felt guilty, tormented, mad...


    Colin remained silent, clenching his fists.


    It took a while before he spoke. "Phoebe, it''s not important... please don''t ask anymore."


    "Not important?" I frowned at Colin, suddenly feeling a chill.


    My death is not important? Colin''s most crucial person on this wall of clues is Damian.


    The one he wants to dethrone is Damian, while my death, just a minor diversion, an insignificant


    deviation, is not important?