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 desolate after being

No

think they drugged me and brought me here.”

suspect reasonably that the serial killer was not acting alone. Steve definitely had an accomplice. He was a murderer who was too good at disguising himself. His appearance and face

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

rapid as

locked up by that person when I woke up

I saw Steve’s face. He had been searching

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up an ax from the floor.

the same ax in the corner, with dried bloodstains

Landon, there’s an ax

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stating, “There are traces of dragging here, but this

and

of hair

Keenan Sparks, was also Rachel’s senior. He inspected the scene meticulously, afraid of

the wooden crate where I was previously held captive, he found several strands of hair entangled with

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

was being drained from

see the murderer’s face. I could only feel my blood slowly

consciousness once again, I was… dead.

when I woke, my soul was at the Ford residence.

no idea where the primary crime scene

called out

y soul slowly

and saw him pointing to one corner with a pale face. A pair of blood–stained shoes and socks had been casually thrown there.