The Final Exam Chapter 1

I was the proctor for the last final exam of the semester.

When the exam ended, all 48 students were dead.

The police immediately zeroed in on me.

But the autopsy results came back: every single student died by suicide.

With no other options, I was acquitted.

But three years later, a medical student found me:

"You killed them, didn't you? I figured out what question you gave them that day."

My body trembled uncontrollably—

Three years. She finally came.

* * *

"Fine, I did it."

Facing this unexpected guest, I continued chopping meat for today's lunch as if nothing was wrong.

I even turned around and greeted her warmly:

"Have a seat. You're just in time for lunch. We can talk while we eat."

Bella White was a bit surprised by my candor but sat at the table with her legs together, her gaze lingering on my cleaver for a few seconds.

Very cautious.

Good.

After all, I once proctored an exam where no one survived.

Although the police couldn't find evidence of my involvement, speculation about me had been rampant in society.

There was even a suspense movie based on me that came out of nowhere and won multiple awards.

"Many people have come looking for me over the years; you're not the only one."

I put the chopped meat into the pot, adjusted the heat, and sat opposite her:

"But you're the first to guess that I set a question."

Bella suddenly stood up:

"So you really did give them a question!"

Only then did I realize—she was bluffing.

Since that's the case, she probably doesn't know the content of the question either?

So I laughed:

"Do you think it's possible? One question made 48 students willingly kill themselves?"

Bella slowly sat back down.

My expression changed:

"But I can."

"You!"