Revenge After Death

Chapter 225

There used to be a rumor that circulated around about Steven. People said that he was a lunatic who liked collecting animal corpses and putting them in glass cases.

Back then, I hadn’t believed it. But what lay before me shocked me to the core.

There were countless glass cases on the shelves in the basement. Each of the glass cases contained many different types of dead butterflies. They were essentially taxidermied.

I could see butterflies of many colors. There were blue ones, black ones, and colorful ones.

And the glass case at the very bottom of the shelf contained a taxidermied cat. The cat- lying inside the case seemed peaceful.

There were also puppies, snakes, hamsters…

“Scared, are you?” Eason asked. He saw that I had stiffened up and sweat was starting to

form on my forehead.

Then, he sneered and continued, “He’s a pervert. He loves turning things he likes into taxidermy and specimens like these and putting them in glass cases. You understand now how Stephanie died, don’t you?”

Eason firmly suspected that Steven was the person who killed me.

I knew Eason had taken on this case to beat Steven at his own game. He was here to find

clues.

“There’s no such thing as a perfect murder. As long as what happened to Stephanie was a homicide, there will definitely be clues and evidence to prove it. If that lunatic really did kill someone, I won’t show him any mercy,” Eason said in a solemn tone.

Steven

He said that he loved her…” I muttered softly. I started to feel panic well up inside of me.

do you think I brought you here to see all

delude yourself into thinking that imitating Stephanie will make him develop feelings for you. If he does end up liking you, you’ll be doomed to die at his hand!”

around to leave.

grab the back of my collar and forced me to take a closer look at the butterflies in glass cases.

they eventually died. I followed that lunatic

it flap its wings desperately to escape. The excitement and thrill in that lunatic’s eyes terrified

been truly frightened by

he had succeeded. He had just trapped an insect he liked in a glass case to death.

but a lunatic…” Eason said with

to believe you,” I replied.

from me and

I ran out of the basement, a person wielding a knife suddenly charged at

a scream and shut my eyes. I figured I

embrace that felt secure and familiar.

up

smell the

to tackle the assailant to the ground when he saw that someone

while trembling

cupped my face with his hands and looked into my

by the

tears.