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.

was spacious and looked

was always braver than me. No

think they drugged me and brought me

an accomplice. He was a murderer who was too good at disguising himself. His appearance and face had deceived everyone.

I screamed uncontrollably, running into the room. It was filled. with many wooden crates used

breath became rapid as I looked around.

was where I was locked up

was here that I saw Steve’s face. He had been searching around the room

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finally picked up an ax from

in the corner,

an ax

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strode over and looked around before stating, “There are traces of dragging here, but this isn’t

are bandages and clothing debris here.”

of hair in this

He inspected the scene meticulously, afraid of missing any traces.

found several strands of hair entangled with

escape. But the person wearing a hood had grabbed my hair and covered my mouth

was

only feel my blood slowly

I regained consciousness once again,

reason, when I woke, my soul

had no idea where

called out from outside.

y soul slowly

to one corner with a pale face. A pair of blood–stained shoes and socks