Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen

I looked around the empty road, but there was nothing. I slowed down and looked around on top of the bridge.A car was coming toward me—not a refrigerated van, but an ordinary Mercury Marquis, unremarkable with battered fenders. I drove the car off the bridge.The road forks under the bridge and leads to two residential areas.Behind the gas station on the left are rows of condominiums and ordinary apartments arranged in a circular arc; on the right is the residential area, where the houses are small but high-grade. There was no movement on either side of the road. No lights, no vehicles, no pedestrians.

I walked slowly through the village.It was empty inside.This guy was gone, he was on an island with only one straight and he dumped me. How on earth did he do it? I circled back, pulled over on the side of the road, closed my eyes and thought.There was still a glimmer of hope in my heart, and I wanted to see if I could find any clues.It turned out to be nothing but darkness with a little light dancing inside my eyelids. I'm so tired and stupid.Yes, it was me, silly Dexter trying to be a prodigy, using my enormous mental strength to track down a shrewd bogeyman.Speeding my crime-fighting car after him, who was probably just a delivery guy.

It was just a refrigerated truck, and maybe he was speeding across Miami Beach right now, and the DJ of the heavy metal rock station was talking gruffly on the radio.It wasn't some killer, or some mysterious force that dragged me out of bed to run around town in the dead of night.The assumption was too stupid to be open, and definitely not like a sane, ruthless Dexter would make it. My head is on the wheel, and now I understand what it's like to be a complete idiot.It was an amazing experience, a real human experience.I can hear the bells on the suspension bridge not far away, ding ding ding.This is to tell everyone: the bridge will be pulled up soon.

I yawned, it's time to go home, go home and go to sleep. There was the sound of an engine starting behind me, and I glanced back. The refrigerated truck rushed out from behind the gas station under the pier, passed me quickly, and continued to accelerate.There was a faint movement in the window of the cab, and a vague thing was spinning and flying towards me, fast and hard.I dodged in a hurry, only to hear a "bang", something hit my car body, and the car body was smashed into a big hole, which required a lot of repair fees. I waited a moment, sure that nothing would fly out of nowhere.When I looked up, the refrigerated truck was speeding away, and just as the suspension bridge was starting to rise, it sped up and jumped over it.The drawbridge guards leaned out and shouted.But the truck was already on the other side of the bridge, heading back to downtown Miami, and the bridge was already high.

The refrigerated van was gone, completely gone, as if it had never been there.I'll never know if it's the killer I'm after or just some common weirdo in Miami. I got out of the car to see where the car had been smashed.There was a big dent on the car body, and the thing the guy threw had rolled a few meters away and stopped in the middle of the street.Even at a distance, I can see clearly.At this time, a car was driving towards me, and the headlights of the car clearly illuminated that thing, and I no longer had any doubts. Yes, that's right.That's it. A woman's head.

I walked over and bent down to take a closer look.I saw that this human head was cut off neatly, and the knife technique was very skillful.There was barely any blood on the edge of the cut. "Thank goodness," I said, suddenly realizing that I was smiling—why not? Isn't that wonderful?I'm not insane after all.