Chapter 40 Chapter Thirty-Nine

Leah lives in a townhouse in Kentish Town. Although the square meter is smaller than the house on Maitland Road, it is more than enough for one person.When I opened the door and went in, I wondered if there would be any tenants in her house?Or overnight guests?But I know I'm worrying too much.She has stated that she lives alone.Miles said she lived in a spacious, empty mansion.How can she afford it?Where do these people get their money from?Eighty percent of the parents are rich.But it doesn't matter.I have other things to think about. I look around her porch.I must find something heavy.Estelle is not like Ingrid.De.Soto.She was tall and strong, perhaps even stronger than me.But with a weight it can knock anyone down.

Leah is getting ready to move.The painting was taken down and leaned against the wall where it will hang at the Maitland Road home.There is a terrace at the back of the house.I opened two drawers and found a bread knife.It can be disfigured after death.But I haven't found a suitable weight yet, so I have to turn back and walk into the living room.A rug was rolled up.On the coffee table is a strip of paper titled Memorandum, below which is a list of things to do, with each item neatly ticked off.Leah is amazing. I found what I was looking for on the mantelpiece.There is a symbolic statue there, which is actually a hollow rock, and the hollow hole is a bronze statuette.I feel the weight in my palm, feeling its cold, rough exterior.so perfect.

I went back to the porch, sat down on the steps, put the bread knife on the steps, and waited with the statue, switching hands from time to time.I could feel my heart beating faster, in my chest, in my arms, in my legs, throbbing through my eardrums.As long as I take a decisive action to root out possible traitors, I will be free. I have no idea of ​​the passage of time, but the sound of footsteps outside the house and the silhouette of a person on the other side of the frosted glass appeared sooner than I expected.I stepped forward, raising the statue with my right hand.They're supposed to ring the doorbell, and I'll open the door with my left hand from the back; that way, Estelle won't be able to see me.She would step inside, close the door, and I would strike.

But the doorbell didn't ring.I heard a fumble, and then the sound of a key being inserted into the lock.I was dumbfounded.Can't think, can't move.After the door opened, Leah walked in.She closed the door and turned to see me, almost comically startled.Her eyes widened. David, she said, what? She couldn't even think of an appropriate question to ask me. I started talking nonsense.I found your keys, I said, and brought them here. As soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that these words made no sense at all, and I couldn't stand the test of thinking for a moment. Lia talked to me blankly as if in a dream.I have a backup key, as if she'll have to explain it to me when she gets home, but what are you doing here?Why?

Then she saw the statue.She could never finish the sentence.I hit with all the strength of my rage, who told Leah to come here for no reason, and ruin my good work; and blame life, the world, who taught them to be so messy and complicated.There was a crunch of granite, hitting one side of her temple impartially.Her legs gave way, and she fell to the side, scraping the wall along the way.She fell to the ground, her legs shaking non-stop.I bent down and grabbed her throat with my gloved hand to stop the trembling in her legs, which seemed like an act of compassion.I reached for the bread knife and slashed her face like I was going to do to Estelle.That's when I realized for the first time how beautiful she was.

In that split second, I started thinking in the most ludicrous ways possible.My thoughts are both clear and fuzzy.I seemed to be looking down at myself from the air, standing in front of this woman whose face was bleeding from a knife wound.A murderer who murders and disfigures a woman is considered a madman.considered mentally ill.But this is not true.I'm not that kind of person. I can't figure out how to do it is the best policy.Should I wait for Estelle to come and go as planned?I take the murder knife into consideration.no.I put it down gently.Look around.Is there anything to take with you?What did I bring again?I can't remember.Should the murderous knife be taken away or left behind?I picked it up again, ran into the kitchen, and cleaned it under the tap.I tore off some kitchen roll paper, wrapped it around the blade of the knife, threw the knife and the paper into a plastic shopping bag, and rolled it up.Am I missing something?

A vague fragment of the plan floats through my mind.Melanie.My alibi.I need an alibi, especially now.I stared blindly at myself, my thoughts uselessly scrambled, and then I saw a pale dark blue cardboard box lined with pink tissue paper on the hall table.It was the high-end underwear that Leah bought for herself.I grabbed the carton and held it close to my chest, and took one last look at Leah, who was staring blankly at me.Is it my imagination, or is she really curling her lip in contempt?I kicked her and stepped out through the front door.Estelle could arrive any minute, but I'm in no mood to stay and watch her right now.I have to run away.Is there blood on your clothes?I forced myself to look closely.I didn't see it.It's right to flash people.slowly.Use walking, don't run.

I pushed the door, but it wouldn't close.Something is there, blocking the door.Needless to say, she knew it was Leah.It seems that my sword is old. My forehead was covered with sweat and it felt like needle pricks. I also felt dizzy and slightly nauseated, so when I walked to Regent's Park, I sat on the entrance bench and rested for a few minutes.A group of elementary school children who had just got off the bus swarmed past, chatting excitedly.Probably to the zoo.I watched them pass me by, holding hands and shaking bento boxes along the way.Suddenly, tears welled up and hurt my eyes.

I try to recall what happened.Did I leave anything incriminating?No, there shouldn't be.Did I do anything else?No.It wasn't my fault that Leah came home temporarily.She said she was going to work, didn't she?How would I know she changed her mind?stupid stupid stupid.I feel like the migraine is going to start again.It's really a house leak and it rains all night.In the beginning, I had to be cruel to Leah because of reality, and now I have a damn headache, which prevents me from thinking properly.I got up from the bench, squinted at the sunlight hitting me, and crossed the street into a pharmacy to buy some headache medicine and a bottle of water.I gulped down the pills and splashed the rest of the water on my face.While waiting for the pain to subside, I tried to breathe calmly.time is limited.

It didn't take me long to get to Melanie's gallery.Laura was with a middle-aged man whose eyeballs bulged like he was about to be strangled by a funny scarf around his neck. David.Laura looked at me with undisguised disgust.She wore a ruffled blouse and a skirt with a big bow at the waist like a Christmas package. Hi Laura.I try to force a smile, feeling my lips pull back over my teeth.My head was pounding.Is Xiaomei here? She is in the back room.In fact, she is very busy Thanks.I know what to do. I squeezed past the two of them and walked into the back room, where I saw Xiaomei sitting in front of the computer.She frowned slightly and pursed her lips, but when she saw me she jumped up, brushed her hair, and smiled anxiously.I didn't expect

hush.I said.I put the carton on the small table, then walked towards her, wrapped my arms around her, and planted a kiss directly on her lips.I really want to throw up now.Feeling nauseous, clammy, hot all over.I stared somewhere over her shoulder.I've been thinking about you.I let go of her and talked to her about love. Oh David!She stared at me intently, bit her lip, and brushed the hair that fell on my forehead, making me hold back.I have been worried about you.she says. There is no need to worry.You see, I was supposed to be at work this morning, but I ran off to do the shopping.you see.I handed her the carton. Her eyes widened.Lolita lingerie shop?She said, where do you go to buy something for me?Oops, it must have cost you a lot of money. Because you are worth it.I said. She lifted the lid, gasped slightly, and took out a black lace pajamas.That one was definitely not her style. wow, this like or not?etc.I can't let you know the price!I leaned forward, ripped off the receipt stuck to the outside of the carton, and crumpled it in the palm of my hand.It definitely gives me away.When she sees it, she will find that the pajamas are not bought today at all. like or not?No one has ever given me a gift like this. I hope not.You are my girlfriend. She hugged me again, but I broke free.I should go, I said, I've been in enough trouble for being late for work. You mean, you came all this way just to give me a gift, and now you're going back? I want to see you, I said, can we meet later? Oh, wow, she said overjoyed, wow.Davy, thank you.To be honest, I was really surprised.I can not believe it.And I thought you didn't love me anymore. I leave the gallery.There is one more thing to do.I passed a few shops, then walked into a patisserie I had noticed earlier.There are fruit cakes, birthday cakes, cakes decorated with teddy bears and cartoon characters.The sizzling sugar and bright colors make me gag.I opted for a rich, sweet chocolate cake with chocolate flakes sprinkled on top; chocolate on chocolate.Just right for a celebration.