Chapter 4

After escaping out the door, I knew I couldn't run far before Xander caught me. Then I might truly be in mortal danger.

I ran to the seventeenth floor and knocked on the door of apartment 1703.

An university professor lived in 1703. His last name was Foster. I didn't know his first name. I always called him Professor Foster.

This man had only recently moved in. He was in his thirties with a refined temperament. I had a good impression of him.

"Professor Foster! Professor Foster! Are you home? Xander is trying to kill me!"

I pounded on the door forcefully, shouting in terror.

Footsteps came from the stairwell. I knew Xander had caught up.

There was still no movement from inside the room. I began crying softly in fear.

"Babe, come home with me. This is your last chance."

Xander's grim face emerged from the darkness like a demon crawling out of hell, approaching me step by step.

Just when I was about to despair, the door opened.

A pair of hands pulled me into the room and slammed the door shut.

The tension of surviving a disaster made my chest feel tight. A pair of hands wrapped around my shoulders.

With Professor Foster's comfort, I slowly calmed down. As if I'd found support, I hugged him tightly and cried out loud.

Professor Foster's body clearly stiffened. I could feel his breathing quicken. After a moment of hesitation, he hugged me back.

After crying for about five minutes, I gradually calmed down and let go of him somewhat embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, Professor Foster. I..."

Professor Foster adjusted his glasses and interrupted my apology. When he saw the blood on my clothes, he was clearly stunned for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

"Miss Emma, what happened? Did you fight with Xander?"

I looked terrified and shook my head.

"Xander is a murderer. He killed my best friend and her boyfriend. I think he wants to kill me now."

Professor Foster listened in stunned amazement and thought for a moment.

"You're not joking?"

"I'm not joking. It's true. I saw it with my own eyes."

I frantically searched my pockets, wanting to call the police. Only then did I realize my phone was still in Xander's hands.

"Professor Foster, call the police quickly. If he gets in here, it'll be over."

Professor Foster nodded, stood up, and dialed 911, telling the police about the current situation.

After hanging up, he leaned against the table and stared at me with a strange expression.

I was about to say something when violent knocking came from outside the door.

"Babe, stop this. Come home with me."

Xander's voice came from outside.

"Xander, I've already called the police. Go turn yourself in."

I replied trembling.

Xander was silent for a moment, then pounded on the door forcefully.

With the sound of gradually receding footsteps, he seemed to have left.

I breathed a sigh of relief and nearly collapsed onto the sofa.

Professor Foster was still staring at me. That look was very strange, full of suspicion and doubt.

"Emma, calm down. What exactly happened?"

I told Professor Foster everything that happened today in detail.

His expression shifted between light and dark, gradually becoming serious.

"Emma, do you know about the West District Predator?"

I froze for a moment. My eyes changed slightly. I slowly nodded.

"The West District Predator is a serial rapist and murderer who brutally raped and killed five women over six years."

"This person has extremely strong anti-investigation awareness. I once had the privilege of participating in a special team tracking him... I know a lot of inside information."

After speaking, he lowered his head.

"Without exception, all the girls the West District Predator targeted had blonde hair. This killer seems to have a special preference for blonde girls."

"And you happen to have blonde hair too. Plus those photos you found on Xander's phone..."

An unusual light flashed in Professor Foster's eyes.

"I'm certain that Xander is the West District Predator who committed those serial rape and murder cases!"

I was stunned. For a moment, I couldn't believe it.

I'd been married to Xander for four years. During those four years, he'd always treated me well and never lost his temper with me.

Could it be that I'd been his kept prey all along?

No wonder he was so practiced when killing Lily.

I sat on the floor, painfully pulling at my hair.

If I hadn't discovered this today, in a while I would have ended up like those other girls.

Professor Foster sighed and patted my shoulder.

"Don't be afraid. You're still safe for now. I've called the police. They'll be here soon."

I looked at him blankly and nodded.

Professor Foster boiled water and made me a cup of tea.

The tea was exceptionally fragrant and refreshing.

It also eased my fearful and anxious heart a little.

"Professor Foster, thank you."

I looked at him and smiled gently.

He seemed a bit shy. He coughed lightly, his cheeks turning slightly red.

"It's nothing. I couldn't just leave you to die."

After drinking the tea, I checked the time. It had been almost an hour since we called the police. Why hadn't the police arrived yet?

Professor Foster saw my confusion and comforted me:

"Don't worry. The police should be here soon."

He stood up with a slight smile.

"You've been through so much. You must be exhausted. Get some sleep first."

I hesitated, but I was indeed mentally exhausted, so I agreed.

He walked to the closet to get me a blanket.

How strange. He clearly lived alone, so why did he have a pink blanket?

Fatigue washed over me. I yawned deeply, and my eyelids began to droop.

Suddenly there was a loud noise. I was startled and looked in that direction.

It turned out Professor Foster had accidentally knocked over a box while getting the blanket.

I walked over, wanting to help him pick it up.

"No need. I'll do it myself."

Professor Foster's voice rose two octaves. He bent down to try to stop me.

But I had already opened the box.

My eyes widened instantly.