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The audience in the live broadcast room also furrowed their brows.
These short passages vividly recreated the first-person perspective of the crime scene, invoking a level of empathy that was terrifying.
With eyes closed, one could envision the vast hall where a man and a woman lay silently on the floor tile, with crimson liquid flowing profusely, a dagger still plunged into each of their chests.
The fishy smell of the clandestine affair mixed with the scent of blood, seeping through the words into the audience's nostrils, causing their stomachs to churn.
Some viewers even hesitated to move, fearing they might step into the shattered glass of the crime scene in the novel, or stain themselves with the chilling crimson liquid.
But this was not what frightened people the most.
The key part was yet to come.
The sections about staging and cleaning the crime scene were almost suffocating.
