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I suddenly opened my eyes, my heart racing, cold sweat soaking my clothes. Damn it, I had another nightmare! In the dream, icy handcuffs once again locked around my wrists, the courtroom was chillingly silent, and the judge's indifferent verdict echoed in my ears. Everything felt so real, so suffocating. I shook my head vigorously, trying to shake off the nightmare's grip. No, I couldn't wait passively any longer; I had to take action!
The police had made no progress so far; they seemed convinced I was the murderer. I couldn't rely on them for hope; I needed to find evidence myself to prove my innocence!
I began to investigate in secret. During the day, I wandered through the city's streets like a ghost, tracking those I suspected were connected to the case. At night, I locked myself in my room, replaying every detail of the night of the incident over and over in my mind, trying to find any clue that might lead me to the truth. I pored over case files and studied crime scene photos; every word, every image was scrutinized carefully, afraid of missing any crucial information.
Gradually, I discovered that the case was more complex than I had imagined. It wasn't just a simple murder; it seemed to involve a massive Interest Group behind it all. The deeper I dug, the more I felt an invisible pressure closing in on me, as if a giant net was quietly descending around me. I realized I was playing with fire; my actions had drawn the attention of those pulling the strings.
The sense of danger eventually became reality. On a rainy night, I experienced my first attack. A shadow suddenly darted out from an alleyway, a sharp dagger aimed straight at my heart. Instinctively, I dodged, but still felt a cut on my arm. Blood flowed from the wound, its warmth reminding me once again of the terror of death. I ran desperately, footsteps pursuing me relentlessly. My breath quickened as if my lungs were about to burst. I felt like an antelope being chased by a cheetah, ready to be torn apart at any moment.
I escaped back home and locked the door behind me, leaning against it while gasping for air. The wound on my arm throbbed painfully; I bandaged it hastily before collapsing onto the floor, engulfed in deep fear and despair.
At that moment, I felt a familiar warmth surging within me; I knew I was about to be reborn again. However, this time it felt different—the power seemed weaker and the intervals longer. This meant my time was running out; I had to speed up my investigation.
I became more cautious and began learning some investigative and counter-surveillance techniques. I bought detective novels to study their methods and researched counter-surveillance tactics online. I started paying closer attention to my surroundings, watching for any suspicious people or activities. I learned how to hide my movements, evade being followed, and gather and analyze information.
After much effort, I finally found a key Witness. He had once been a member of that Interest Group and knew many secrets. However, he was now under the control of those pulling the strings and dared not speak the truth.
I tried various methods to persuade him—reasoning with him logically and appealing to his emotions—even resorting to threats and bribes, but all failed. His eyes flickered nervously as he stammered; he refused to utter a word. I realized his fear was deeply rooted; unless I could find solid evidence, he would never open up.
I understood that I needed more evidence to make him speak—to uncover the truth and clear my name. Time was running out; I feared that if I exhausted my chances in this cycle, I'd be trapped forever in this nightmare loop—forever imprisoned in this unjust situation. I had to race against time and fight against fate!
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