Chapter 1
When the police arrived, I had already dismembered my wife and hacked off my son's legs.
I sat amidst a pool of blood, casually carving up my wife.
The gruesome murder of my wife shocked the entire nation. Everyone condemned me as a monster, yet I couldn't be immediately sentenced to death.
Because I had hidden my one-year-old grandson. No one knew if he was dead or alive.
Under intense police interrogation, I demanded a nationwide live broadcast.
“Dad... why? Why did you do this?”
My son, Milo Hayes, dragged his severed legs, struggling to crawl towards me. Just then, I brought the axe down, severing my wife's head.
Blood splattered into his wide-open mouth, and he let out a horrifying shriek.
Tonight was supposed to be my thirtieth wedding anniversary with my wife. Milo had meticulously decorated the mansion, even replacing the carpets with new ones.
The decorative flowers on the walls hadn't even wilted, but the pristine white carpet was already completely drenched in blood.
At the peak of her happiness, I plunged a knife into her abdomen. Twenty consecutive stabs. Until her last breath, her beautiful eyes tragically questioned me, “Why?”
When the police stormed into the mansion, I had already chopped my wife into unrecognizable pieces. Even my salt-and-pepper hair was dyed crimson, dripping with blood.
A dozen guns were pointed at me. I calmly lowered the axe and obediently extended my hands, letting them cuff me.
From the moment I committed the murders, I had no intention of hiding anything. The mansion's front door was wide open, blood spilling onto the street.
The area around the mansion was sparsely populated, but not entirely empty. I saw my neighbor dart past the entrance, but I didn't stop them.
BANG! The fluorescent lights flickered on, their harsh glare stinging my eyes.
“Name.”
“Victor Hayes.”
“Why did you kill them?”
“...”
Detective Miller, the officer interrogating me, stared with undisguised disgust. “Please take our questions seriously. We have gathered overwhelming evidence for your murder charges. The case is closed. Your struggle is futile!”
I remained silent, eyes closed, leaning back in the chair. It had been years since I felt this relaxed. The police's intense questioning sounded like a lullaby to me; I was actually starting to feel drowsy.
He asked several more questions, but I offered no reply. Not until he finally asked, “Where have you hidden your one-year-old grandson, Leo Hayes?”
I opened my eyes and grinned maliciously. “Guess?”
Detective Miller's face darkened, absolutely furious. I had no doubt that if it weren't for laws prohibiting torture, he would have lunged at me.
“Victor, do you have any heart?! That's your beloved grandson! You've raised him since birth! The child is so young, he knows nothing, he's done nothing wrong!”
See? I've committed murder, yet these cops can only cycle through their interrogation tactics, unable to inflict any real harm.
I wasn't in a hurry at all. I just watched the officers hustle in and out with stacks of files, knowing they'd never find my grandson.
As a renowned philanthropist in the city, the news of me murdering my wife and mutilating my son instantly dominated the headlines.
No one dared believe I could commit such a monstrous act. To outsiders, I was a devoted husband, a loving father.
My social media was filled with snippets of my wife and child, and I frequently donated to charities supporting people with disabilities.
But the truth was, I did it. I didn't even spare a one-year-old child.
Online communities started digging deep into my past, searching for any signs of cruelty.
I feigned ignorance of all this, still refusing to answer the police's questions.
Just as our stalemate continued, a young, energetic officer burst into the room.
“Detective Miller, urgent news!”
Detective Miller took the paper. After a single glance, his expression turned grave, and he sharply met my gaze.
“You're not Victor Hayes. Who are you?!”
I sneered. After interrogating me for so long, they finally figured it out.