Fatal Mystery Boxes(4)

I looked at her indifferently and dragged her into the washroom. Just as I was about to use the strong acid, she opened her eyes.

My whole body trembled, and the acid in my hand fell to the ground.

Cynthia stared at me with her eyes wide open. She looked very weak. As she struggled, her wound split open and started bleeding.

She stretched out her hand to me and opened her pale lips. "Help."

I was stunned and didn't know what to do. I watched her face turn pale quickly and then she fainted.

During this period, I suffered a lot. I didn't save her and did not kill her until she completely died, I breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, I felt relaxed.

She was dead, but I didn't kill her. I just watched her die.

After that, I asked Ned, "Is someone dead today?"

He sent a message: Benson Taylor.

I hesitated for an instant. I sent a message: Shall we continue?

Ned answered: There is no other way. We have to continue.