When My Death Became Proof Of Your Greatest Mistake

A murderer who had escaped for many years suddenly shared a post online, revealing himself.

He said he was sick with a terminal illness and didn’t have much time remaining.

He wanted to say sorry to the last young girl who had died painfully at his hands.

“Only the last young girl was a kind person.”

“At that time, I was tricked and wrongly hurt an innocent person. I feel very sorry.”

“I hope that after everyone sees this post, you can help me look for her body.”

“So that she can be buried properly, and rest quietly as soon as possible.”

The post did not draw much attention, and everyone showed doubt.

Some said the one who posted wanted to go viral and had lost his mind.

Some cursed him for being shameless just to get views.

Only Draco Conrad replied with a single line. “Savannah Duarte, stop acting. I know it is you.”

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So many years had gone by, but Draco’s profile picture had never been replaced.

It was still the picture I had taken of him back then.

Only his username had been changed into a paired name with Ravena Spears.

It looked like over these years, their relationship had been quite steady.

While I felt emotional, several more mocking and sarcastic comments showed up below.

The murderer, with no way out, started to explain in the replies.

“I’m truly not lying. The last person I ended was a young woman.”

“She looked very young, only around her early twenties.”

“She was getting ready to marry, but because of a harsh turn of fate, she died by my hands.”

“Ah, thinking about it now, I feel truly sorry.”

“I should not have believed rumors and, because of a small mix-up, hurt such a blameless life.”

To make everyone trust him, he listed the date and place of the killing, along with the full process.

He smashed the other person’s legs, leaving her unable to run away.

How he made her suffer the pain of dying through countless small cuts.

“It was winter at that time. It was very cold, and the ground was frozen hard.”

“That place was an empty field where nobody went. If you go check now, you should still find it.”

“I am close to death and have no strength left. I can only leave this matter to everyone.”

“I understand that my own death would not matter. I only wish that she could rest calmly as soon as possible.”

Such a full and clear account of the crime was clearly the strongest proof.

The mood in the comment area slowly started to change.

The post’s attention also rose wildly.

Some people urgently tagged the online police, asking them to search for every useful clue.

Some people willingly formed a “bone-search team,” hoping that the poor girl could be buried properly as soon as possible.

Among all kinds of discussion, only Draco seemed completely out of place.

Time after time, stubbornly, he left comments under the murderer’s post.

[Savannah, stop acting. I know it is you.]

[We have all grown up now. These small tricks of yours cannot fool me.]

[You were the one who left me back then. No matter what, I will never forgive you again!]

[And also, I am about to marry Ravena.]

[I hope you will not go to such extremes anymore to try to pull us apart.]

Watching this long chain of comments, I could nearly picture his annoyed face.

Draco believed that I wanted to reopen our history and bring back old emotions with him.

That was why he thought I had purposely hidden myself as a murderer to post online and draw his notice.

But what he failed to understand was that I……am the twenty-third corpse.

On the far mountain road, the noise of police sirens had already sounded.

Within a crowd of dark shapes, I spotted Draco immediately.

Three years without meeting him, he had become slimmer and talked less.

And his movements had grown even calmer and more controlled.

While he carefully guided his team to head into the hills to search, he pulled out his phone and called my number.

All this time, his lips kept muttering complaints.