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 behind bars himself.

Stephanie. He said that he loved her…” I muttered softly. I started to feel

you think I brought you here to see all this? I’ve investigated you before. You’re not beyond saving just

feelings for you. If he does end up liking you, you’ll

around to leave.

collar and forced me to take a closer look at

and insects are made? They were trapped in these glass cases before they eventually died. I followed that lunatic here out of curiosity when I was 15. Do

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

frightened by Steven at

trapped an insect he liked in a glass case to death.

but a lunatic…” Eason said with a low voice.

to believe you,”

Eason away from me and

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

eyes. I figured I was

felt secure

up

could smell the metallic scent of blood.”

Eason rushed out to tackle the assailant to

opened my eyes while trembling

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

felt overwhelmed by the immense shock. I burst into

tears.