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.

wanted to lock Steven behind bars himself.

wouldn’t have killed Stephanie. He said that he loved her…” I muttered softly. I started to feel panic well up inside

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

feelings for you. If he does end up liking you, you’ll be doomed to die at his

around to leave.

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

these glass cases before they eventually died. I

these glass cases and watched it flap its wings desperately to escape. The excitement and thrill in that lunatic’s

by Steven at the time.

had just trapped an insect he liked in a glass case to death. Was that really something worth celebrating?” Eason continued. He couldn’t understand Steven, nor could he forgive

a lunatic…” Eason said with a low voice.

to believe you,”

Eason away from me and

a person wielding a

my eyes. I figured I was going to die

an embrace that felt secure and

up

that, I could smell the metallic scent of blood.”

Eason rushed out to tackle the assailant to the ground when he saw that someone was attacking

opened my eyes while trembling

with a panicked gaze. He cupped my face with his hands and looked into

overwhelmed by the immense shock. I burst into aggrieved

tears.