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.

looked desolate after being abandoned.

who was always braver than me. No matter

think they drugged me and brought me here.”

to 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

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

breath became rapid as

was where I was locked up by that person when I

face. He had been

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up an

around and saw the same ax in the

Landon, there’s an ax

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

and clothing

strands of hair in this

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

where I was previously held captive, he found several strands of hair entangled with the nails. Those

person wearing a hood had grabbed my hair and covered my mouth and nose. Then, I lost consciousness

was lying on a cold, operating table–like surface. Blood was being drained from my body, and the

could only feel my blood slowly draining and my

regained consciousness once again, I

my soul was at

no idea where the

called out from

y soul slowly

a pale face. A pair of blood–stained shoes and socks had been casually thrown there.