Gennaro's family pig seems a little too fat—almost like a cow. An average family couldn't raise a pig this big. A pig of this size could eat anything. It wouldn't be impossible for it to become the perfect tool for disposing of corpses, leaving no trace behind. Most likely, Lori has already been digested.
Another thought occurred to me: the pigs in this sty could be...
Stein, like me—though he reacted faster—mentioned that it's possible for a pig to become tainted after eating solid-textured meat. Among pigs, dogs, and cats, cats are the most sinister and evil, while pigs usually aren't. But there are exceptions, and maybe Gennaro's pig just happened to become corrupted.
There's also another possibility: Lori died such a horrific death that her vengeful spirit lingered, and her remains ended up in the pig's stomach. By chance, her spirit attached itself to the pig, creating a terrifying scene where a demon and a ghost share the same body. Maybe even Gennaro doesn't know about this.
Though there's no way to prove it now—since the body may have been fully digested by the pigs—based on our reasoning and logic, this theory shouldn't be far off.
Just then, a powerful flashlight beam shone in our faces, and an elongated shadow appeared before us.
"What are you guys doing? Why are you here?" Gennaro's cold voice came from behind us.
I couldn't believe we'd been caught. Had this kid been up all night? Wasn't he sleeping? As expected, a guilty conscience never rests.
"Haha, we just came to check on you. How's it going? How's the tattoo? Did that pig demon come back to bother you again?"
Stein, flustered at being discovered, hurried to explain, trying to ease the awkwardness.
But Gennaro wasn't fooled. Who would believe that showing up at his well in the middle of the night was just a friendly visit? Antonio was soaking wet—obviously, he'd been down the well—and he was holding the bones of a corpse.
"It's been great. That tattoo of yours worked really well. That fat pig demon never came back. She knocked once, but when I walked out, she was scared shitless and never showed up again." Gennaro slowly approached us as he spoke. He held a flashlight in one hand, while the other was hidden behind his back—who knew what he was concealing?
When he got close to me, he forced a smile, but it was stiff and carried a sinister edge.
"Mr. Roger, watch out!" Antonio bellowed, charging forward.
"Fuck you all—I'll cut you to pieces!" Before Antonio could reach us, Gennaro's face twisted into a grimace. His hidden hand swung up, revealing a butcher knife—the same one we'd used at his house earlier.
Antonio wasn't fast enough to stop Gennaro's knife from coming down toward my head. But I wasn't defenseless—it wouldn't be that easy for him to cut me.
I dodged sideways, and Gennaro's knife sliced through empty air. At that moment, Antonio rushed forward, forcing Gennaro to turn and slash at him instead.
An ordinary man like him was no match for Antonio, even with a knife. The outcome was decided the moment his sneak attack on me failed.
After a brief struggle, Antonio not only wrestled the knife away but also pinned Gennaro against the edge of the well, threatening to throw him in headfirst if he moved.
Now Gennaro had no choice but to comply. The well was deep—without a rope, climbing out would be impossible, and resisting meant drowning.
"Don't scream. I'll ask questions, and you answer. Or else, you're dead." I pressed the butcher knife against his throat.
Gennaro remained silent, his face dark and unreadable.
"Tell me, which parts of what you said were true, and which were lies?" I demanded.
"Everything I said was true. I don't know what you mean," Gennaro replied calmly, still playing dumb.
I smirked. "Tough talk won't save you. Once I report this to the police, what else can you hide?"
Gennaro's fear began to show. His brow furrowed tightly, his expression grim, but he stayed quiet.
"Answer me—did you kill Lori?" I pressed.
When Gennaro still refused to speak, Stein lost patience. He pulled out his phone, threatening to call the police immediately if he didn't start talking.
"No, no! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" Gennaro begged desperately. "Just spare me, please! I'll give you money—all my money—just let me go!"
He was delusional. If he really was a murderer, and the ghosts hadn't taken him, then the law would. But I couldn't provoke him now—not before he confessed.
"You're in no position to negotiate. Tell me the truth first, and then maybe I'll consider letting you go," I said coldly.
Trapped, Gennaro finally relented.
The truth was this:
He and Lori had met online and spent two months in a virtual relationship. In reality, Gennaro only wanted her body. When he brought her to his house, he expected more than just a kiss.
But Lori refused, insisting they weren't at that stage yet—only allowing brief kisses and hand-holding.
On her last night there, Gennaro grew desperate. If he didn't act now, she'd be gone tomorrow.
So he made his move.
That night, he sneaked into Lori's room and forced himself on her.
But Lori would rather die than submit.
She fought back wildly, grabbing a pair of scissors and nearly castrating him.
In a fit of rage, Gennaro took the same butcher knife he'd used to kill his mother and slaughtered Lori. By the time he came to his senses, the girl was already dead—horribly mutilated—and there was no turning back.
Now, his only concern was how to dispose of the body and cover up the crime. He refused to end up like his father.
At first, he considered following his father's method—dumping all the remains into the well. But he hesitated. His father had failed, and he couldn't afford to repeat that mistake. Just then, he heard the pigs squealing in the sty, and an idea struck him.
He used the pigs to eliminate most of the evidence. Still, some fragments remained—too few to matter, he thought—so he tossed them into the well, where they would sink deeper over time.
Once finished, he couldn't bear to stay at home. His grandmother, being deaf, had slept through everything, completely unaware of what he'd done.
Early the next morning, he left the village and returned to the city. But within days, a woman inexplicably added him online.
They chatted for a while before she suggested meeting up. Gennaro, ever opportunistic, saw another chance.
However, when they finally met, he nearly vomited. This woman looked nothing like her photos—she was enormous, fatter than his pigs, a far cry from the petite lolita he'd been with last time.
Still, he reasoned: Since she's already here... With the lights off, it's all the same. At least she's a woman. Steeling himself, he decided to go through with it, thinking this might finally rid him of his long-standing virginity.