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.

Stephanie. He said that he loved her…” I muttered softly. I started to feel panic well up inside of me. I couldn’t stop shaking my head.

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 with Steven Lincoln, you’ll

make him develop feelings for you. If he does end up liking you,

around to leave.

and forced me to take a closer look at the

how these taxidermy animals and insects are made? They were trapped in these glass cases before they eventually died.

a butterfly in one of these glass cases and watched it flap its wings desperately to

frightened by Steven

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

nothing but a lunatic…” Eason

going to believe you,”

pushed Eason away from me and turned to run.

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

let out a scream and shut my eyes. I figured I was going to

that felt secure

up

after that, I could smell the metallic scent of

right there!” Eason rushed out to tackle the assailant to the ground when he

opened my eyes while trembling and met

with a panicked gaze. He cupped my face with his hands and looked into my eyes as he asked, “Are you hurt?”

suddenly felt overwhelmed by the immense shock. I

tears.