Not only was Diers serious, but there was also a hint of smile at the corners of his mouth. It was as if what was laid out before him at this moment was not such a bloody scene, but a comedic sweet comedy show.
The sight gave everyone present the illusion that the man in front of them was a demon, a devil with the face of an angel, carrying a potent force and twisted pathological interest from hell. There he sat, in the most elegant and noble manner, eagerly enjoying the bloody art.
It was terrifyingly beautiful.
Diers was engrossed. Suddenly, his phone rang, with a romantic ringtone. It was a very elegant and heartwarming piano tune, but it only seemed to induce more fear in the people present.
Could this be considered the soundtrack for a horror movie?
With a glance at the screen, a bloodthirsty cold smile formed at the corners of Diers's mouth. Licking his dark red lips, he immediately hung up.
It was a call from Reid.
Even without picking up, Diers knew what it was about.
