chapter35：Footless Fear

Just at this moment, a woman's scream came from Room 202, followed immediately by the sound of a man smashing things with a sharp weapon. Amy was suddenly startled in her heart, but she quickly calmed down, holding her breath and listening carefully to the movement in the room.

Suddenly, an old woman appeared out of nowhere. Amy took a closer look and found that it was the old woman who had been walking a small dog downstairs before. The appearance of the old woman made Amy feel very kind. The old woman looked at Amy and asked softly, "Girl, there is so much noise in this room. Are you thinking of calling the police?" Amy looked at the old woman, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes, and replied in a low voice, "Grandma, I do want to call the police. Something serious might be happening inside." The old woman frowned slightly and asked again, "Girl, you should know that once you call the police, it may change the future direction. Are you still going to do it?" Amy gritted her teeth, and her eyes became firm. She said, "Grandma, I know there may be changes, but I can't just stand by and do nothing when there may be danger inside. I must do this." The old woman listened and smiled. There seemed to be a lot of meaning hidden in that smile.

As soon as Amy regained her senses, she heard a tinkling sound above her head. When she looked over again, the radio was still quietly placed in the cardboard box. And the woman's scream in Room 202 came again. Amy no longer hesitated and quickly took out her mobile phone to call the police.

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At the same time, on Tom's side, he was sitting around the dinner table with his family. The TV was broadcasting a news report: "Recently, a large number of female college students have been brutally killed one after another. These cases have a horrifying common point, that is, all the victims have lost their feet." Tom's stepsister Kelly heard this news, her eyes flickering a little. She ate her meal guiltily, secretly worrying in her heart that this matter might be related to the bearded uncle she knew. Jack, on the other hand, was full of an expression of hatred for evil. He couldn't help but complain loudly, "This murderer is simply insane and cruel. If he is caught, he must be severely punished by the law!" Only Steve just calmly watched the news and sighed softly, as if he had seen through the complex and unknown situation behind it. Tom frowned, his eyes fixed tightly on the news, thinking in his heart: This case seems very unusual.

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Not long after Amy called the police, she received an urgent call from her colleague. As soon as she picked up the phone, she saw her colleague Jack coming up from the security door downstairs. When Jack saw her, he was still holding his mobile phone in his hand. He made a "shh" gesture and said in a low voice, "Amy, don't make a sound. Don't alert the man upstairs." Amy nodded, and then they quietly came to Room 202. Jack stood at the door, straightened his clothes a little, and then pretended to be a deliveryman and rang the doorbell.

The voice of the lame man came from inside the room, "Who is it?" Jack pinched his throat and said, "Hello, it's your takeout." The man opened the door and saw Jack. Just as he was about to get angry, Jack suddenly showed his FB1 detective ID and said seriously, "Sir, we received an alarm. There may have been a violent incident here. Please come with us." The man's eyes widened immediately and he shouted that he was wronged, "I didn't do anything. Why are you arresting me?" At this time, the woman in the room also came out, and her right arm was bleeding. Seeing this scene, Jack was even more suspicious that this man was related to the footless cases. But the woman protected the man and explained, "Officer, you are mistaken. We were just arguing. He didn't hurt me." Jack frowned and said seriously, "Madam, you are injured. This is not something that can be caused by a simple quarrel. Please cooperate with our investigation and come back to the FB1 office with us." The man was still struggling, shouting continuously, "I'm wronged. I'm really wronged!" Jack was unmoved. He put handcuffs on the man and led them downstairs. Amy followed behind, full of doubts in her heart. Was this man related to the footless cases? Everything seemed to become even more confusing.

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Tom was just a junior high school student, but fortunately, Steve's family took good care of him. Even so, Tom always had the idea of sharing the family's pressure in his heart. So he decided to go out to do part - time work (PT) at night to earn some money to support his family.

The night was like a huge black curtain, tightly covering the entire community. The moonlight was struggling among the layers of clouds, as if being wantonly pulled by an invisible big hand, and could only intermittently shed a few strands of cold light. That light seemed to be frozen by this darkness, exuding a sense of chill. The evening breeze blew past, bringing a little coolness, like a pair of cold hands, gently stirring the leaves. The rustling of the leaves was like the night whispering mysterious stories.

Tom rode his bicycle slowly through the community. He passed by one building corridor after another. Under the dim and dull light, those corridors looked spooky, like the gaping mouths of giant beasts lurking in the darkness, ready to swallow passers - by whole at any time. However, Tom's mood was still relatively comfortable at this time. The cool evening breeze gently brushed his face, like a gentle caress, making him temporarily forget the fatigue of the day. "There's not much work today. I should be able to finish early." Tom muttered softly, as if cheering himself on.

When he passed a pitch - black alley, the surrounding darkness was as thick as ink that couldn't be diluted, as if it was going to devour everything in the world. Tom inadvertently glanced into the depths of the alley and vaguely felt that there seemed to be something lying there. His heart trembled suddenly, and an indescribable sense of unease flooded his heart like a tide. "What is that?" Tom murmured involuntarily. He stopped his bicycle, hesitated a little, and finally walked towards the depths of the alley. With each step he took, he could clearly feel his heart beating faster, as if an invisible hand was tightly clutching his heart. The ground under his feet was pitted and uneven, and he almost tripped several times, but his eyes were always fixed on that blurry black shadow.

When he finally got close and saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but take a sharp breath. A young woman was lying there. Her feet had been brutally cut off, and blood was spreading wantonly on the ground, forming a large and shocking dark red pool of blood. The woman's face was as white as paper, her lips were trembling slightly all the time, and her eyes were full of horror, but at the same time, they also showed a strong desire to survive. She still had a faint breath. When she saw Tom approaching, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes instantly. "Help... save me..." The woman's voice was as weak as a candle flame about to go out in the wind, and it reached Tom's ears intermittently.

Tom was so frightened by this sudden tragic scene that he trembled all over, but he was kind - hearted by nature and still instinctively wanted to approach to help this pitiful woman. He had just taken a step forward when suddenly, his head seemed to be hit by a swift bolt of lightning, and a dizzying and intense pain hit him. He felt his vision start to become blurry, and everything around him seemed to be spinning and twisting crazily. "This... what's going on?" Tom moaned in pain. But he knew in his heart that this was not the time to be confused about this. He gritted his teeth and endured the intense pain, and his trembling hand took out his mobile phone from his pocket. His eyes tried hard to focus on the screen, and it took him a great effort to press the emergency call button. "Hello... here... there is a woman here. Her feet have been cut off. Come... come and save her quickly..." Tom's voice was very hoarse because of pain and nervousness. The calm voice of the police came from the other end of the phone, "Little friend, don't panic first. Tell us your location." Tom pulled himself together and said the address as clearly as possible. After hanging up the phone, he could no longer hold on and slowly slumped to the ground, but his eyes never left the injured woman, his heart full of doubts and fears.