THE MURDERER
After ramming the knife for a couple more times, the killer realized that something was wrong.
Pondering over it for a moment, the stranger grabbed the white sheet and pulled it away. The white sheet fluttered in the dark room and slid from the bed.
The killer stepped back; flabbergasted that the patient was nowhere in the bed, rather got a long hugging pillow.
At that moment, the lights in the room were suddenly turned on, almost blinding the killer.
"I was expecting a common face that I knew of, but it seemed like my calculation was wrong," a voice lamented. "Damn I lost the bet."
"Since I have won, you have to cook chicken, mushroom, shrimp fried rice for thirty days, Noah," a cheerful voice stated.
"I understand." Noah resigned to his fate.
"So then, who is this guy?" Mu Feng pointed at the killer who was wearing a doctor's uniform.