小滿 [6] / [9]
Alexander put in the third video. It was harder to see at first. In fact, for the first 10 seconds, the screen was black and there was only the sound of what Alexander could only describe as the echoes of running water. When a grainy picture emerged and clarified, he could now see a sort of dungeon, with a broken pipe at the center of the room.
What the hell was this? Alexander thought. In the corner of the dark concrete room sat a figure chained to the wall, with a hood over his head. He couldn't see who the man was, but he appeared to be an adult male based on his size. Another person emerged onto the screen. It was her. She advanced on the man, with a knife in her hand.
Cynthia stopped the video and said,
"Did you see it? Look!"
She stretched her finger to point at a spot on the screen. The tattoo was indistinguishable, but the location and shape were very familiar.
"Marcello?"
Alexander said almost inaudibly. Cynthia's face got pale. She replayed the video. But the screen began to shake, cut to black, and changed to another scene. Alexander was too shocked by the place shown on the screen. It was the very house where Alexander was about to be murdered in. He noticed the couch as soon as he saw it. His hands shook. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. Cynthia recognized it too. She also was there previously to conduct a search of the place when Alexander was found. She grabbed his hands.
It was a totally different atmosphere with the previous scene. Sunshine came through the windows, giving a dazzling quality to what they knew would inevitably turn dark.
A woman and a man came into the room together, holding hands. The camera was already activated before they came into the house. Their expressions were so romantic, as they gazed at each other, just like a new couple. Liza wore a bright ivory colored summer dress, and the man, who should be Marcello, wore a casual t-shirt and shorts. He was carrying a huge backpack. According to his appearance, he looked like a backpacker traveling freely. He was a very handsome guy, about mid 20s. He was much taller than Liza, about a foot taller, and was well built, muscles rippling under his tanned skin.
Liza told him in a lovely way.
"This is my place. Take it as your own home, Marcello!"
she said the name.
Marcello replied to her with a smile, and replied in an Italian accent.
"Only a few days, I don't want to bother you, Daisy."
"Oh, no, please!"
Liza-Daisy kissed him.
"You can leave whenever you want, darling. But promise me. Rest up sufficiently for your next trip."