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.

to lock Steven behind bars

muttered softly. I started to feel panic well up inside of me. I couldn’t stop shaking my

let out a cold chuckle and replied, “You’re still so naive. Stephany, why do you think I brought you here to see all this? I’ve investigated you before. You’re not beyond saving just yet. But if you keep staying

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

around to leave.

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

in these glass cases before they eventually died. I followed that lunatic here out of curiosity when I was 15. Do you know what he

of these glass cases and watched it flap its wings

truly frightened by

a glass case to death. Was that really something worth

Eason

not going to believe you,” I

away from me

I ran out of the basement, a person wielding a knife

a scream and shut my eyes. I figured I was going to die again. However, I ended

embrace that felt secure and familiar.

up

I could smell

rushed out to tackle the assailant to the ground when

trembling and met Steven’s worried

gaze. He cupped my face with his hands and looked into my eyes as he asked,

suddenly felt overwhelmed by the immense

tears.