Revenge After Death

Chapter 319

“When the police were investigating the missing teenagers, they discovered that all the teenagers left their homes by their own will.

“They all went somewhere without surveillance cameras and disappeared.

There was surveillance footage of their faces, but their eyes were lifeless. They were obviously drugged.”

Eason handed me the investigation report.

“And they were all in contact with Stephanie.”

I snapped up to look at Eason.

“What do you mean…”

“All the missing teenagers had Asperger’s syndrome and were particularly talented in a specific field. However, they were born to have social difficulties and refused to communicate with others.

“Their parents would hire similar–aged tutors to help them adapt to society. When Stephanie was still a

minor, she was their tutor.”

Eason frowned.

He was confident that Stephanie must have had something to do with the teenagers‘ disappearance.

“How is that possible…”

My head was throbbing, and I could hear a ringing in my ear.

“Stephanie was just a normal student. How could she tutor geniuses…”

what he said. I was

was preparing

a

He looked up photos of a few yellowed exam papers on his phone.

the advanced class. Steven may have written the questions,

the questions.”

took Eason’s phone and gasped because it looked like my

genius. A genius who pretended to be average, Eason said icily.

believed that Stephanie was more than

got these photos from Steven. He treasured them a lot. Even though he refused to admit it was Stephanie who answered the questions, you can’t alter the handwriting.

got everything right. She was a monster who

Eason’s opinion: humans couldnt possibly score full marks in the advanced class. To him,

died. Otherwise, she would’ve been rather

genius. She was very talented in chemistry. She could formulate various psychoactive drugs with raw

and the police wouldn’t know

have added

control the teenagers with Asperger’s syndrome so that

she kidnapped them at

I held Eason’s phone,

impossible. I refused to believe

How could I

no memories of such

“My head hurts…”

began to ache

“Stephany?”

was stumbling. He