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He brought fear to all of us who live in this city. He was a serial killer who loves breaking into stranger’s house and killing them, violently.
The police would always find his victims with their heart organ missing. A year later, he went to the nearest police station and surrendered himself. He got tired with what he did. He got tired of waiting for the police to catch him.
At first the police doubt his story. He looked too innocent to be a vicious killer. Then, he took the police to his house and showed the jars where he preserved his victims heart.
That was enough to convince the police that he was indeed the serial killer they were looking for When the police grilled him for the motives behind his murders, all he answered: “The world has forgotten to love me.”
Those were his last words. He never spoke again.
The police would always find his victims with their heart organ missing. A year later, he went to the nearest police station and surrendered himself. He got tired with what he did. He got tired of waiting for the police to catch him.
At first the police doubt his story. He looked too innocent to be a vicious killer. Then, he took the police to his house and showed the jars where he preserved his victims heart.
That was enough to convince the police that he was indeed the serial killer they were looking for When the police grilled him for the motives behind his murders, all he answered: “The world has forgotten to love me.”
Those were his last words. He never spoke again.
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