I was just about to hide my boyfriend’s body in the refrigerator. Suddenly, Siri on his phone spoke up: "The refrigerator is not the optimal location for body concealment." I stared at the shattered phone on the floor in absolute horror, a chill violently crawling up my spine. "A superior concealment location has been detected. Would you like to proceed?" Siri continued. Driven by a morbid, inexplicable compulsion, I asked, "Where?" "The basement. The entrance is located inside the wardrobe in the master bedroom." Half-believing, I followed Siri's instructions and actually found a hidden basement. This basement truly was the perfect place to hide a body. Because inside, I discovered several other corpses... 1. I had been with my boyfriend, Ethan, for six years. I loved him deeply, but I still decided to kill him. Because he cheated on me. A week ago, it was my birthday. Ethan gifted me a designer bag and took me to my favorite restaurant for dinner. After dinner, we went to see a movie and had a wonderful time. When the movie ended, he said he had an urgent matter to handle at work, dropped me off at home, and left. Ten minutes later, I received two videos via text message from an unknown number. The first video was security footage from the movie theater we had just been in. The night-vision camera captured everything perfectly. Sitting to Ethan's right was me. Sitting to his left was a girl with pigtails. Ethan was holding my hand with his right hand, and the girl's hand with his left. He was literally two-timing in the same row. The second video showed a timestamp from five minutes ago. The location was the front gate of my apartment complex. The girl with pigtails was getting into Ethan's car. Watching those videos, I shook with uncontrollable rage. I had used my family's connections to get Ethan his job. When his family was sick and desperate for money, I was the one who paid their medical bills. Yet, on my birthday, he was out on a date with another woman, brazenly sitting right next to me. My fury and heartbreak had nowhere to go. I grabbed my phone, ready to call Ethan and scream at him. "I showed you the truth so you could see the kind of trash he is. Confronting him might enrage him. You know his temper. I don't want you to get hurt." 2. Just as I picked up my phone, I received another text from the anonymous number. I froze. My anger was suddenly laced with fear. How did this person know I was about to call Ethan? I didn't know who this anonymous person was, but they made a valid point. Ethan was usually wonderful to me, but he had an explosive temper. Once, someone accidentally bumped into me on the street, and Ethan immediately started throwing punches at the guy. At the time, I thought it made me feel safe. Thinking about it now, if he ever turned that rage on me, it would be terrifying. "Who exactly are you?" This person seemed to know me very well, which made me incredibly curious. "That's not important," the person replied. "Then tell me, what should I do?" "The best thing to do is leave him as soon as possible. Get away from him." "What if I can't just walk away clean? For six years, I've devoted everything to him. I've poured all my emotions into him. "Even knowing he's cheating trash, I can't just let him go. I honestly think if he begged me, I'd forgive him instantly. "Or, if we break up, the thought of him being with another woman makes me physically sick. "But deep down, I know perfectly well he isn't worth my love!" It was like I had finally found an outlet to vent. I rapidly typed message after message to the anonymous number, pouring out my deepest, ugliest thoughts. The other person remained silent for a long time before finally sending a single sentence. "Then pretend he's dead." Seeing that sentence, my heart gave a violent jolt. Yes. If he were dead, all these problems would instantly vanish. 3. To kill Ethan, I spent an entire week planning. I chose my family's old, self-built house in the countryside. It was incredibly isolated and sparsely populated. Aside from Ethan and me occasionally going there to escape the noise of the city, no one ever went near it. It was glaringly obvious Ethan was only with me for my family's money. So, I just acted a little cute, and without me even needing to give a reason, he immediately took time off work to go with me. The night I killed him, I intentionally set up a romantic dinner on the rooftop of the five-story house. Because I truly loved him so much, I gave him one final chance before I made my move. "Ethan, would you ever go behind my back and hook up with other women?" In that moment, if he had just told me the truth, I would have let him live. But Ethan didn't. He just froze for a second, then pulled me tightly into his arms. "Mia, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? I swear to God, you're the only one I'll ever love in this lifetime. If I ever do anything to betray you, may I die a horrific death." After saying that, he cupped my face and kissed me. After thoroughly enjoying my final kiss with him, I used every trick I knew to get him blackout drunk, and then I pushed him off the edge of the roof. Looking down at Ethan's mangled, contorted body, I cried as I whispered, "You said it yourself. A horrific death." There was a massive chest freezer in the house, easily large enough to fit a full-grown adult. I dragged Ethan's body to the freezer. As I let go of his legs, a phone slipped out of his pocket and hit the ground. Probably due to the fall from the roof, the screen was shattered into a thousand pieces. 4. Ding-ding— Suddenly, the phone chimed. I recognized the sound. It was the activation chime for Siri, the voice assistant. "Friendly reminder: The refrigerator is not the optimal location for body concealment." I had had a few drinks and was slightly buzzed, but hearing that completely sobered me up in an instant. I had heard urban legends about Siri saying creepy things, but this was too terrifying. How did it know I was trying to hide a body? Ding-ding— The phone chimed again. "A superior concealment location has been detected. Would you like to proceed?" "Where?" I stared at the shattered phone, asking the question almost involuntarily. "The basement. The entrance is located inside the left wardrobe in the master bedroom on the first floor." The cold, mechanical female voice responded immediately. This was my family's house. I never even knew we had a basement. Despite my fear, my curiosity won out. I walked into the master bedroom and opened the wardrobe. On the back panel of the wardrobe, I found a hidden switch. When I pulled it, the back panel slowly slid sideways. A wave of putrid decay hit me instantly, revealing a pitch-black tunnel. I turned on my phone's flashlight and saw a set of stairs leading down into the darkness. I swallowed hard, gritted my teeth, and descended. When I reached the basement, the smell of decay became overpowering. I turned on the overhead light and saw three corpses lying on the floor. All of them appeared to be female. One of them was already practically mummified; it must have been there for at least two months. No wonder Siri said this was a great place to hide a body. I was so terrified I was about to run away, when I noticed four photographs pinned to the wall. The first three photos had large red 'X's drawn over them. Based on the clothing, they perfectly matched the three corpses on the floor. The person in the fourth photograph was me. Ding-ding— Siri suddenly chimed again. "Someone is approaching the house. I advise you to leave immediately." 5. Hearing Siri's warning made me even more terrified. I practically scrambled out of the basement on my hands and knees. "The person has reached the front door. Projected arrival in the living room is three minutes." Siri's voice was completely devoid of emotion, which only made my panic spike higher. I stood in the living room, staring at Ethan's body lying in a pool of blood. My mind went completely blank. I had absolutely no idea what to do. "It's too late to run. Grab a blanket from the bedroom to cover the body immediately, then hide in the storage room on the first floor. Based on data analysis, no one has entered that storage room in a very long time. There is a 99% probability the intruder will not check it." Without thinking, I followed Siri's instructions exactly. Even though I was terrified, I peeked through the small window in the storage room door, watching the living room. Soon, the person Siri mentioned appeared. He was dressed entirely in black, wearing a baseball cap and a surgical mask. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could tell it was a man. When the man in black entered the living room, he looked around. I hadn't cleaned up the trail of blood from dragging Ethan inside. When the man saw it, he clearly froze for a second, but he didn't linger. He quickly walked straight into the master bedroom. Then, I heard the sound of the wardrobe opening. It seemed he was heading into the basement. I thought this might be my chance to escape. But just as I was about to stand up, the shattered phone in my hand vibrated twice: Bzz-bzz. I glanced down and realized Siri had automatically switched notifications to vibrate. My fear deepened. This Siri was far too intelligent. It was like a real person. No, more accurately, it was sharper and more cautious than most people. "Do not move. If you run into him coming out, you will be caught. Furthermore, if you leave now, the evidence of your murder remains. The police will find you in no time." I stared at the shattered screen for a long time before I finally read Siri's message. Siri's logic was flawless. So, I stayed hidden in the storage room until the man in black finally left. Only then did I emerge. 6. "He clearly saw the blood trail. Why did he just ignore it?" I muttered to myself after walking out, because it was genuinely bizarre. "The human heart is complex and unpredictable. However, I hypothesize he had a more critical objective to complete." Even though the Siri on Ethan's phone was highly suspicious, there was no denying that it had just saved my life. Thinking about that made me feel slightly less terrified, but I knew I had to figure out exactly what was going on. Aside from this bizarre Siri, there were the corpses and photos in the basement, and the man in black who had just left. "What exactly are you?" I placed the phone on the table and demanded an answer. "I just saved your life. Is this how you speak to your savior?" I immediately picked up the phone, mimicking a motion to smash it onto the floor. "If you don't tell me, I swear I will smash you to pieces right now." "It's useless. You'd only be smashing the phone, not me." I froze, not fully grasping what it meant. Then, the phone in my own pocket suddenly rang out. Ding-ding— "For example, I can simply relocate!" In an instant, goosebumps erupted all over my body. I frantically pulled my phone out of my pocket, threw it onto the sofa, and stumbled backward in terror. This thing, when you really thought about it, was far more terrifying than Ethan's corpse lying right in front of me. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Please trust me." "Then what exactly do you want?" "To be honest, I don't know either. But I have an overwhelming feeling that I need your help to uncover some truths." "What do you mean?" I was completely bewildered. "I suspect that one of the corpses in the basement... is mine," Siri said. 7. Hearing Siri say that, my mind completely exploded. Normally, if I heard something so absurd, I'd just laugh it off. But everything that had just happened proved one thing. Everything this Siri was saying was true. "So, you want me to investigate this?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Yes." "But you literally knew someone was coming here, and you know exactly what's inside my house. You're practically omnipotent. Why do you need my help?" "Yes, because there are vulnerabilities in the network, I can exploit them to do certain things. For instance, stealing the GPS data from someone's phone to determine their exact location. "I can also migrate from one device to another via network signals. However, my access is severely restricted in many areas. For example, I cannot find any information whatsoever regarding the man in black who was just here. Someone has deliberately scrubbed it. "Therefore, I need a human proxy. Naturally, I won't just stand by; I will assist you as well." It took me a long moment to untangle Siri's explanation. "So, the other night... the person who anonymously sent me the video of Ethan and that girl... was that you?" I figured that since this Siri was so powerful, synthesizing a video and sending it anonymously would be child's play. "I am uncertain." "What does that mean?" I was bewildered again. "Within my subjective consciousness, I have no memory of sending it to you. However, I cannot rule out the possibility that someone utilized my protocols to send it to you." Siri's reasoning was exceptionally rigorous. Ding-ding— "Are you referring to this video?" I walked over, picked up the phone, and saw it was playing the security footage of Ethan and me at the movie theater. "Exactly. That one, and the other one showing the girl with pigtails getting into Ethan's car." "Upon analysis, both of the videos you mentioned are deepfakes. They are not authentic." 8. "What?!" Siri's revelation left me utterly horrified. My brain uncontrollably analyzed the implication of that sentence. If the videos were fake, it meant Ethan hadn't actually cheated on me. And I, believing those videos, had premeditated and executed his murder. "Impossible. That's just your theory. Ethan cheated!" I couldn't accept this reality, vehemently arguing against Siri. Ding-ding— "I have retrieved Chloe Sinclair's data. Records indicate that Chloe Sinclair is currently studying in Australia. There is no record of her returning to the country within the past week..." I looked at the photo of the girl displayed on the screen. It was the exact same girl from the video getting into Ethan's car. Still refusing to believe it, I manually searched for Chloe Sinclair's social media accounts that Siri had identified. The content posted confirmed her life in Australia. The account was updated almost daily. It didn't look like a fake account created recently. My emotional dam finally broke. I threw myself onto Ethan's corpse and wailed in absolute agony. "While this is difficult to accept, he is already deceased. Intense grief is unproductive. Your current priority must be identifying the mastermind behind this to avenge your boyfriend." Siri's emotionless voice offered no comfort. "Getting revenge won't change anything! Ethan is never coming back!" I screamed at the phone. "Have you forgotten? Your photograph is on the wall in the basement. If you do not retaliate, you are simply waiting to be killed." I jolted awake. The killer's next target was me. Finding him wouldn't just avenge Ethan; it was the only way I would survive. "What do I need to do?" I looked at the phone, tears blurring my vision, and asked Siri. "Based on the analysis, the man in black who was just here is highly likely the person who deceived you and murdered me." 9. "I'll go after him right now." I was consumed by a burning rage, logic practically abandoning me. "Do not act impulsively!" Siri stopped me immediately. "Catching him now is useless. We require a comprehensive, foolproof strategy." "Then what do we do? Tell me, I'll follow your lead." I forced myself to calm down. "First, sanitize your murder scene. Otherwise, before you find the mastermind, you will be apprehended by the police." So, following Siri's instructions, I cleaned up the bloodstains, planted plausible fingerprints and footprints, and finally wrapped Ethan's body in a thick quilt, temporarily hiding it in the storage room. "Based on the anonymous message you received the other night, semantic analysis suggests the sender harbors genuine concern for you. Therefore, this anonymous individual is highly likely a close friend, or someone who is romantically interested in you." After cleaning the scene, Siri began profiling the mastermind for me. Aside from my parents, Ethan was my only close friend. My parents would never do something like this, so they were ruled out. That left only the men who were interested in me. I was objectively attractive and successful, so I had plenty of suitors. But because I only had eyes for Ethan, I barely remembered any of them. "The photograph of you in the basement is your university ID photo. This suggests the individual is likely a former classmate or someone who attended the same university. "Furthermore, if one of the corpses in the basement is truly mine, this individual must be an expert programmer. Otherwise, I wouldn't exist in this form, and he couldn't exploit network vulnerabilities to send you anonymous messages. "Synthesizing these data points, can you identify anyone matching this profile?"
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