Chapter 9 Ask Your Classmate

This time, I died in a pile of garbage.

The Fake Police Officer seized my head and smashed it into the ground.

Blood ran out of my ear. Soon I heard my skull crack.

Before I died, I forced out that question. "Who told you about my family..."

Maybe it was the first time he had seen prey still hungry for answers at the edge of death. The Fake Police Officer squatted down.

A terrifying breath sprayed against my ear.

"Then you'll have to ask your own good classmate."

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