"Ugh...ugh..."
Li Mumu's two fingers plunged directly into Arthur's neck, hooking gently to tear apart his trachea and artery.
A low, groaning sound escaped from Arthur's mouth, his mind hadn't yet grasped what had happened, but his body had already rapidly lost strength.
One hand covered the area around his throat while the other supported his gradually collapsing body. Li Mumu quickly scanned her surroundings to ensure no one was watching before grabbing his belt and hoisting him up.
Splash—
About three or four seconds later, the faint sound of a heavy object hitting the water reached their ears.
Not bothering to wipe the blood off her hands, Li Mumu picked up the notebook and ran back to her room.
Wendy was lying in bed, not dead—just sleeping, although she liked to pose as a corpse ready for burial, making no sound at all during her sleep; if not for the rise and fall of her chest, she would seem truly dead.
Li Mumu kicked her awake.
