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

clung tightly to Rachel, who was always braver than me. No matter what happened, she would always walk

they drugged me and brought

that the serial killer was not acting alone. Steve definitely had an accomplice. He was a murderer who was too good

murderer! He’s a murderer!” I screamed uncontrollably, running into the room. It was filled. with many wooden crates used

rapid as I

was locked up by that person when I woke

that I saw Steve’s face. He had

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finally picked up an ax from the floor.

saw the same ax in the

there’s an ax

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and looked around before stating, “There are traces

and clothing debris here.”

few strands of hair in this wooden

senior. He inspected the scene meticulously, afraid of missing

captive, he found several strands of hair entangled with the nails. Those

the person wearing a hood had grabbed my hair and covered my

was being drained from my body, and

murderer’s face. I could only feel my

once again, I was…

when I woke, my soul was

where the primary crime scene

Michael called

y soul slowly

with a pale face. A pair