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.

spacious and looked desolate after being

me. No matter what happened, she would always walk ahead of me.

they drugged me and brought

was not acting alone. Steve definitely had an accomplice. He was a murderer who was too good at disguising himself. His appearance and face had

It was filled. with many wooden crates used for logistics transport,

became rapid as I looked around.

was locked up by that person when I woke

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

Chapter 37

an ax from the

same ax in the corner, with dried bloodstains still on

Landon, there’s an ax

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“There are traces of dragging here,

bandages and clothing debris here.”

are a few strands of hair

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

strands of hair entangled with the nails. Those were my hairs that got pulled out when

hood had grabbed my hair and covered my mouth and nose. Then, I lost

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

the murderer’s face. I could only feel my blood slowly draining and my detaching in despair.

regained consciousness once again, I was…

I woke, my soul was at the

where the primary

called out from

y soul slowly

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