The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 580

As she spoke, she added for the police, "This man might be a serial killer!"

The police already had their guns raised as they broke down the door. They ordered the man not to resist, to put his hands on his head, and to get on the ground.

Utterly exasperated, the man did as he was told.

"I really didn't kill anyone!"

"He's not just a murderer, he's a psychopath!" Penelope added.

"Now I'm a psychopath too?" The man was even more confused.

"When I saw you two weeks ago, you were wearing this exact outfit. You're still wearing it now. If you're not crazy, what are you?"

The man paused. "I'm... role-playing."

"Hah! See? Definitely crazy!"

The police had already gone deeper into the house. Following Penelope's directions, they opened the door to the room and were also taken aback by what they saw.

"Captain, we have a situation. We need backup!" the lead officer reported over the radio.

But after reporting, he noticed something was off.

"Wait a minute... the limbs on the bed... they don't look real."

Two officers went in and emerged a moment later, looking rather baffled. They carried a severed arm and a severed leg, which they tossed in front of the man.

"See! He did kill someone!"

Penelope exclaimed before the police could speak, quickly covering Kristin's eyes to shield her from the sight.

"These aren't real. They're plastic," an officer said.

Penelope's eyes widened. "Not real?"

She leaned in for a closer look and realized they were indeed fake. And the "blood" on them was suspicious too. After a moment, she realized it looked like... ketchup?

"I told you I didn't kill anyone!" the man yelled, exasperated.

An officer frowned. "Then why do you have fake arms and legs and a room that looks like a slaughterhouse? What are you up to?"

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