Chapter 6

Chapter 6

It was already past midnight.

Several users were currently bashing the user Good Person Peaceful Life.

He probably hadn’t realized it yet, but while everyone else was busy analyzing the case, he was the only one praising the perpetrator.

It would be one thing if the criminal were some sort of vigilante or someone challenging authority, but he was just a piece of trash who tortured and murdered young girls.

This naturally made people uncomfortable.

Yet, the man was tireless, actually getting into arguments with others to defend his pathetic ego.

That was when a user named Scissorhands popped up and started speaking in his favor.

Scissorhands: [Actually, I think the original poster hasn’t looked into the details of the previous case. The way the killer cleaned the crime scene was textbook level.]

This gave Good Person Peaceful Life a point to latch onto immediately.

Good Person Peaceful Life: [People who haven’t even studied the case thoroughly dare to come here and post as a Profiler.]

Scissorhands began to talk at length about the details of the case, sounding like a devoted fan of the specifics.

Good Person Peaceful Life: [That’s why I believe his IQ is very high. He’s a criminal genius.]

There he went again, getting carried away.

I was almost moved to laughter; he really was so easy to please.

But Scissorhands was my alt account.

Scissorhands: [I wouldn’t go as far as calling him a criminal genius. The police couldn’t catch him back then because the technology was outdated and they were hampered by procedural limitations.]

Scissorhands: [In reality, he’s just trash.]

Then, I switched through ten different alt accounts to agree with Scissorhands, joined by a few other random users.

The screen was flooded with comments:

[Trash.]

[Keep the line going. Trash.]

After a while, Good Person Peaceful Life sent a private message to Scissorhands.

Good Person Peaceful Life: [Do you have any idea who you’re offending?]

I smiled slightly.

His “satisfaction” had been interrupted, and he was becoming manic again.

This would very likely lead to him killing again.

So, I sent him a photo.

It was a photo of myself wearing a short skirt on Anning Street today, with the street’s signature milk tea shop in the background.

My straight-laced brother is good at photographing corpses, but his photography of living people is mediocre.

But it didn’t matter; as long as the skirt was short enough.

Scissorhands:

[Didn’t you say he was amazing? Yet girls are still hanging around the murder scene just the same. No matter what he does, the women he hates will never take him seriously.

[After all, they saw through him long ago-he only dares to go after the young, pale, and thin.

[Right, trash?]

Good Person Peaceful Life didn’t respond for a long time.

A moment later, he went offline.