Chapter 49
Lily had schizophrenia, which I only learned after I died. When I was with her, I noticed she’d sometimes talk to herself. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it. I just thought it was normal since she always communicated with animals, so talking to herself seemed fine. Now, looking back, I just blame myself for being so careless.
This time, I told myself I had to be extra careful. I carefully analyzed the reason for Lily’s mental illness. Firstly, because of her childhood environment, she had been insecure and didn’t like to talk. She had bottled up her emotions for so long that it eventually became a heart disease. Later, she got together with John, and he constantly put her down mentally. She felt even more worthless, and John was the only person she could depend on. That’s why she didn’t go out to work, because she didn’t dare to.
The more she did this, the more she placed all her hope and emotions on John. So when she found out he was cheating, her beliefs crumbled, as if her entire city had been destroyed, and she lost everything. That’s why she killed me without a second thought.
Lily was lucky, though. Because she was a mental patient, when the case was solved a year later and they found out she was the murderer, she got away with it because she was a mental patient.
Thinking about it, I was so angry, I gritted my teeth. I put on my clothes, grabbed my bag, threw my dirty clothes everywhere in a haphazard way, set up the camera, closed the bedroom door slightly, and went to the next room.
As soon as I walked in, I leaned against the door, sighing in relief, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement about the revenge I was about to get. The bad karma they planted in my previous life, I was going to return it to them tenfold.
The thought sent a wave of relief through me, and a smile broke out on my face. I felt like my plan was foolproof, but little did I know that someone was watching my every move from a distance.