Part8.18: Chris

AT eleven o'clock in the evening when he finished taking a shower and treating his wound, he also cleaned all the clutter and dirt in the whole house before he rested. As well as the sleeping Yancheng, he temporarily placed it in a place where no one could see it. Especially the knives and chainsaw he used to cut off Yancheng's leg.

The next day, he was just cooking breakfast when he heard the doorbell ring. Breathing heavily, he was blown to nothing when he bravely tormented the people outside the gate. Three familiar people appeared to him when it opened the gate for them.

"Good morning, Mr. Sarmiento. We received a call and text from this unknown number." A policeman's introduction. It even shows the content of the message.

He swallowed and simply clenched his fist when he saw that the address of the house was there in the second sentence. At that moment he couldn't help but feel the heat in his head, he knew who asked the police for help.

He smiled at the police before he spoke. "