Chapter 11.2
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What do people call it?
Yes, shock.
Having lost consciousness, I continued to see changing pictures in front of my eyes. Girl, beggar from the slums, just the moment when ‘I’ die.
“What a beautiful hair color. Let’s start with the left hand.”
The woman came up and whispered to me.
No… I was scared. I even screamed in my sleep. Although my left arm was cut off, I remained conscious.
The woman continued and aimed at my right leg… Blood was spreading everywhere. I’d rather ask for help, otherwise I will die soon.
“No, help!”
The door opened, someone entered.
“Another redhead girl? But what a beauty.”
A man in a long black coat.
With a cold smile on his lips.
It was Collen.
“Sorry, I’ll finish it quickly and call a doctor.”
He whispered to me. The next moment, my eyes widened in surprise.
An arrow came from nowhere. And she went through Collen’s back. That was the end of it. It was all going to happen tonight.
‘Yes, that’s clear. This was the last episode I read.’
After reading the book, I died. I fainted while reading this book and was taken to the operating room. From where I haven’t returned.
The pieces of the puzzle formed a picture.
‘Yes, that’s it.’
My image in the hospital room echoes the fantasy in my dreams. Sick 15-year-old girl. The book that fell out of my hand.
Everything.
‘I can’t see the cover of the book…’
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“Sister, look closely, I’m making the first cut.”
When I opened my eyes, a large hand was on my forehead.
Collen’s hand. I felt devastated.
“Duke?”
“Are you okay?”
Soon Collen removed his hand and put down a cold towel.
“Have you come to your senses?”
Jade, who was sitting on a chair in the room, got up and walked over to me.
“What’s happened?”
“You fainted.”
“Ah…”
I woke up. It was already night. Zion gently wiped my forehead and said:
“You kept talking in your sleep.”
“I’m sorry.”
My heart thumped. Did I tell them something unnecessary? Jade took the initiative to explain:
“You asked for help and muttered that you are in pain. Has this happened to you before?”
“No.”
“Tell me everything as it is.”
I shook my head.
“I just had a nightmare. A very bad dream.”
Zion looked me in the eye and spoke to Jade softly.
“Master Jade, you have to go to bed now.”
“I know.”
Jade tossed him briefly, and didn’t even move. I felt that Jade was secretly concerned about me.
My head was empty.
Then there was a knock on the door. Zion opened the door. It was evident that the servant had given the documents to Zion.
‘That document…!’
Then he walked over to Collen by my bed.
“The Requested Investigation Data has arrived.”
“Already? It’s faster than I thought.”
There were only three sheets of paper. Obviously, if the memories I’ve seen are correct, then…
‘This is a report of redheaded women who died of heart attacks…’
In the book, Collen didn’t receive these documents in my room, it was supposed to be his office.
Zion sent a request to the police and the detectives guild. The answer came unusually quickly, in just a few hours.
‘Everything was supposed to happen tonight.’
Besides, I had just told Collen about the fortune teller before I remembered everything.
‘So you’re saying Collen will be hurt if she goes to see the fortune teller tonight?’
My throat was tight.
Now Collen will be able to find evidence simply by looking at the documents.
It was a step away from disclosure.
But when I pushed him to the fortune teller, at that moment I had not yet seen the second part of my memories.
‘All women who died of a heart attack were prescribed a ‘potion’ in the fortune-teller’s shop.’
It was a medicine that made their face very attractive to men. Of course, this was a blatant lie.
The body temperature rose, the cheeks turned red, and the skin became smooth. But this was only a temporary effect.
The fortune-teller deceived them. The medicine they drank was a delayed-release poison.
Collen shouldn’t go there tonight.
What was about to happen didn’t end with my severed limb.
‘Collen will be seriously injured.’