Revenge After Death

Chapter 37

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I hurried over because the police found something

My memories of my death were already unclear. Some memories became blurry after awakening from unconsciousness, only to fall back into it again.

All I knew was that I was drugged on an old street. When I awoke, I was in a dimly lit warehouse, where I was stuffed in a wooden makeshift transport crate.

The crate was filled with hay, which seemed to be used to transport porcelain or fragile items.

Zion

discovered an iron gate covered by weeds in the southeast corner of the welfare home. The gate was rusty, but the grass on the ground had shown signs of frequent movement. Even the lock was newly replaced.

“We searched here last time, but the grass was too tall. We couldn’t have found it without careful observation,” Zion’s colleague said in surprise.

As Zion glanced around, he noticed Steve, who had sneaked into the yard at some point.

“When did he get over there?”

“Who knows? This man comes and goes like a shadow. I saw him jumping over in a swift move,” the colleague said with exasperation.

He never knew that Steve could be so agile as to jump over walls so easily.

Rachel and I followed behind Zion, who pried open the lock and entered the yard. It was a courtyard within the abandoned welfare home, usually where the director or other high–ranking officials

resided.

and looked desolate after being abandoned.

who was always braver than me. No matter what happened, she would always walk ahead of me.

think they drugged me

He was a murderer

murderer!” I screamed uncontrollably, running into the room. It was filled. with many wooden crates used for logistics transport, resembling a small warehouse.

became rapid as I looked around.

I was locked up

had been searching around the room anxiously,

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and finally picked up an ax from the

searched around and saw the same ax in the corner, with dried bloodstains still on it.

an ax

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stating, “There are traces of dragging here, but this isn’t the

bandages and clothing debris here.”

of hair in this wooden crate.”

doctor, Keenan Sparks, was also Rachel’s senior. He inspected the

entangled with the nails. Those were my hairs that

hood had grabbed my hair and

a cold, operating table–like surface. Blood was being drained

could only feel my blood slowly draining and

I regained consciousness once again, I was…

some reason, when I woke, my

too, had no idea where the primary crime scene

called out

y soul slowly

a pale face. A pair