Revenge After Death

There was a victim.

I stood up in horror.

Did that lunatic kill so many people?

The girls who were adopted were all killed, one by one..

What could be the reason behind this?

That lunatic threw away the bodies of the people from the orphanage earlier but only kept hers

What did he want to do?

Did he realize he killed the wrong person? Or was it…

“We’ve got Steve, but he didn’t run. He stood still, waiting for us to catch him…

“This time, on the body, we found… We found…” The police officer’s breath was shaky, and his voice

was hoarse.

“What did you find!” Zion asked anxiously.

The young police officer glanced at Rachel cautiously, hesitant to speak.

Rachel was terrified. She stood there, trembling. Her breath came in shallow gasps. “Please, just say it,

she whispered.

“Eyes…” The young police officer took a deep breath. “Dr. Sparks examined the corpse. According to him, the eyes in the victim’s sockets were put there after death.

“So, there’s a possibility the eyes may not belong to the victim. They might… belong to Stephanie.”

Rachel collapsed, trembling all over. Her face was pale and devoid of colors.

Eyes….

Did that maniac gouge my eyes out?

My whole body was shaking. I was terrified.

What did that maniac want?

What was he trying to do?

“Crazy! He’s just crazy!” I shouted as I lost control of my emotions. I cried and crouched on the ground.

It was too cruel…

Zion’s face looked grim as he took a deep breath. “Take care of her. I’ll go check it out.”

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Zion wouldn’t let Rachel go to the scene.

She couldn’t handle something like that.

“We can’t be sure before any test is done. Don’t worry.” Zion didn’t know how to comfort Rachel. He scratched his head and cursed as he walked away.

I stayed by Rachel’s side, spacing out with her.

“Rach, I’m sorry. I’m dead and I can’t fulfill our promise.”

I once promised Rachel that if neither of us married, we would stay single. Then, we would find a city to spend our old days together.

I couldn’t fulfill that anymore.

Zion came back soon after.

The corpse was also brought back to the forensic department.

The coroner was still conducting the examination. This would take time.

Michael rushed over after hearing the news. He looked even more haggard and disheveled than he had in the afternoon.

“I don’t believe it… I don’t believe it!”

He didn’t believe that the eyes in the corpse would be mine.

The autopsy results were a harsh reality check for him.

Those were indeed my eyes.

At this point, Zion and the other officers were completely convinced that I had been murdered.

Rachel sat on the ground in dejection, no longer struggling.

She believed that I was dead.

Only Michael, as if he had heard some kind of joke, lowered his head. What followed next was his laughter tinged with a sort of madness.

I no longer had the strength to confront him or to slap him. All these were meaningless.

“Now, the last person the murderer wants to kill is probably only Yasmin,” a female officer whispered.

Michael’s eyes were bloodshot. “Fine… I’ll wait for him.”

“You’ve finally agreed to use Yasmin as bait? It’s a pity… it’s too late.” Zion said meaningfully,

shaking his head. “It’s always after losing something that people realize its importance. How pathetic.

Michael clenched his hands tightly, saying nothing.

“What’s important? It’s best if she dies…” he yelled at Zion, his eyes red.

I knew he would think it would be best if I died.

I sighed. Looking at Michael’s current state, I couldn’t help but smile.

With me dead, he would be free.

At the door, the young officer lowered his eyes and said softly, “Officer Landon, Steve… confessed. He said he killed her… He killed them all.”

“What about Stephanie? Where’s Stephanie’s body!” Zion yelled out of control. “That bastard!”

“He won’t talk…”

I sat on the chair in a daze. This madman still refused to reveal the location of my body.

“What? That son of a bitch.”

Zion lost control. Even as a police officer, he still couldn’t help it.

In a fit of rage, Zion entered the interrogation room. He turned off the surveillance camera and punched Steve, knocking him to the ground and beating him.

No matter how his colleagues tried to stop him, they couldn’t.

Steve laughed maniacally with blood on the corner of his mouth and his eyes frighteningly red.

“Where’s Stephanie? She’s not from the orphanage. Why did you kill her? Why!” Zion shouted at

Steve.

“Soon… Soon, you’ll see.” Steve’s voice was a hoarse murmur.

Before long, everyone would see my body.

“After Yasmin… is dead.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.