After William Clark finished saying this, he glanced at the empty bed. He knew exactly what kind of person his classmate and roommate was—could someone like that really kill his own girlfriend, then cook, dismember, and dump her body?

Absolutely impossible!

And considering he hadn’t shown up for class in several days,

The result,

Was actually already becoming quite obvious.

Chapter Eight: The Evil Ritual

After calling Henry Grant, William Clark asked David Miller directly, “Do you still remember where Henry Brooks’s rental apartment is?”

David Miller seemed to sense that something was wrong and hesitated instinctively, but under William Clark’s gaze, he nodded. “I do. I helped him move in last time.”

William Clark was usually a bit of a loner, so when Henry Brooks moved out, he only mentioned it to William Clark, who just nodded, and Henry Brooks didn’t feel comfortable asking him to help move his things.

“Get up. Something must have happened to Henry Brooks.”

“What happened?” David Miller hurriedly started getting dressed in a panic.

William Clark frowned, picked up his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and finally found Henry Brooks’s number. He immediately called:

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off. Please try again later…”

Powered off.

William Clark exhaled. Normally, a young person these days would almost never have their phone turned off. Combined with his earlier suspicions, it seemed Henry Brooks was really in grave danger. Who knew what fate awaited Henry Brooks—would he end up like his girlfriend, cooked, chopped into thousands of pieces, and scattered in the corners of the campus, or would it be something else?

After David Miller finished getting dressed, William Clark ran out of the dormitory building with him. Outside, a team of police officers had already arrived, and they looked to be of a fairly high rank. Henry Grant was among them.

When Henry Grant saw William Clark, he immediately pointed and said:

“That’s him. His name is William Clark. He provided the victim’s identity and other information.”

This scene made William Clark feel a bit of a toothache; for a moment, it was as if Henry Grant was shouting: That’s him, his name is William Clark, he’s already killed several people in the club.

Fortunately, even though the club was loosely managed and its four members were free-spirited, all of them came from well-off families and had bright futures, so there was no chance of a desperate, do-or-die situation. Besides, in every incident, everyone was more or less involved—no one’s hands were clean.

A police officer with a weathered face walked over and stared at William Clark. “So you’re saying the victim had a live-in boyfriend, and they lived off campus?”

“Yes. The victim’s live-in boyfriend was my former roommate. The empty bed in my dorm is his. He shouldn’t be the killer—he’s not capable of something like this. Besides, he hasn’t been to class in three days.”

“How did you recognize the victim?” the weathered officer asked again.

“Chief Baker, he and I found the head together, so he saw it,” Henry Grant interjected at this point.

Chief Baker nodded. He seemed to treat Henry Grant with particular friendliness. Apparently, even though Henry Grant was usually lackadaisical at work, his family connections were strong—only his brother-in-law dared to discipline him.

“Xiao Sun, take some people to check out their rental apartment. I’ll stay here and continue organizing the search for the rest of the body.”

“Yes, sir!”

Captain Harris immediately nodded, then walked up to William Clark and asked, “Do you know where their rental apartment is?”

“Yes, I can take you there.”

“Good. You, you, you, and you—come with me.” Captain Harris also pointed at Henry Grant.

A group of seven or eight people immediately left the school in two police cars. This trip was just to check things out. If something had really happened at the rental apartment, more people and professionals would definitely be sent over.

In the car, William Clark sat with Henry Grant. William Clark asked in a low voice, “Did the surveillance footage show anything?”

Logically, if the perpetrator dared to dump a body on campus—and not just one or two pieces, but hundreds, found in flowerbeds, classrooms, restrooms, and so on—how could such frequent, widespread dumping not leave any clues on the surveillance cameras?

But Henry Grant sighed and said with a wry smile, “It’s like seeing a ghost. A team was sent to check the surveillance footage early on, but nothing unusual was found. The body parts were dumped less than 24 hours ago, maybe even more recently, but there’s nothing out of the ordinary on the cameras. There’s even a study room that no one entered from yesterday to today, but two pieces of flesh were found inside.”

Hearing this, William Clark suddenly fell silent. If the surveillance cameras hadn’t caught a single clue, then things were truly too bizarre.

All of a sudden, William Clark remembered his experience from yesterday and couldn’t help but glance at the car’s radio. Fortunately, that voice didn’t sound again.

Now, William Clark was filled with a kind of dread toward that radio—a primal human fear of the unknown, of the supernatural.