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

clung tightly to Rachel, who was always braver than me. No

think they drugged me and brought me here.”

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

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

became rapid as

where I was locked up by that person

that I saw Steve’s face. He had been searching

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finally picked up an ax

ax in

there’s an

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and looked around before stating, “There are traces of dragging here, but

are bandages and clothing

are a few strands of

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

I was previously held captive, he found several strands of hair entangled with the nails. Those were my hairs that got pulled out when I tried to escape.

to escape. But the person wearing a hood had grabbed my

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

only feel my blood slowly draining

once again, I was…

I woke, my soul was at the Ford residence.

where the primary crime scene

called

y soul slowly

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