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.

lock Steven behind bars himself.

softly. I started to feel panic well up inside of me. I couldn’t

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

If he does end up liking you, you’ll be doomed to die at

around to leave.

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

trapped in these glass cases before they eventually died. I followed

it flap its wings desperately to

been truly frightened by Steven at the time.

just trapped an insect he liked in a glass case to death. Was that really something worth celebrating?” Eason continued. He

but a lunatic…” Eason said with a

not going to believe you,”

from

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

my eyes. I figured I was going to die again.

embrace that felt

up

could smell

to the ground

opened my eyes while trembling and met Steven’s

face with his hands and looked

overwhelmed by the immense shock.

tears.