Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 46

"Crazy! You're a lunatic!"

Zion kicked Steve. His colleagues tried to pull Zion away.

"Officer Landon, this is not the time to be so rash. Although we don't know why he's so persistent in admitting to being the murderer... the timelines don't match up.' Zion took a deep breath and stood up straight.

Steve suddenly pointed at himself in fear. "It was me... I... killed them. Kill me!"

He wanted Zion to kill him.

Zion frowned and didn't say anything.

"Keep investigating until he tells the truth." Even if Steve admitted to the murders, he had a

psychiatric evaluation and many alibis. How could they convict him?

Ignatius also had the best legal team, so it was obviously a dead end.

There was a commotion outside. It was Michael's frantic shouts.

He wanted to rush in to kill Steve.

I stood at the door of the interrogation room, ignoring Michael's enraged howls.

I no longer cared, and I didn't love him anymore.

I stared at Steve, trying to get a read on him.

He admitted to committing the murders...

But why did I feel something was wrong?

His jacket was torn because of the beating.

Steve was wearing only a short-sleeved shirt as he sat next to the interrogation table. His face was ashen, like a zombie.

At this moment, he was as beautiful as a lifeless doll.

I stood next to Steve, trying to see through him. But I couldn't understand at all.

My gaze fell on the back of Steve's hand. Such beautiful and slender fingers were covered in burn

scars

It was like a piece of pure white porcelain with flaws and cracks.

I remembered this hand when I was locked in the wooden box. I remembered how he had taken an ax

and walked off step by step.

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My gaze traveled upward from his fingers. My heart suddenly sank.

This wasn't right.

Steve's upper arm was smooth and free of any scars. Something was off...

1 had struggled desperately before I died. My fingernails dug into the killer's inner arm, tearing out blood and flesh.

It hadn't been long since I died. Even if his wounds had healed, there should still be temporary scars,

This was not right.

Did he have an accomplice?

"Get out of the way! Let me in! I'm going to kill him!" Michael was still shouting, his emotions out of control.

I turned my head back to look at the uncontrollable Michael. What was he yapping about?

Wasn't he the one who caused me to be like this today?

Zion couldn't take it anymore and punched Michael.

Finally, it was quiet.

"Officer Landon! Officer Landon... We found... We found... W-We found Stephanie."

Outside the door, a panicked female officer barged in, almost stumbling.

Michael, red-eyed and out of control, grabbed the officer by the shoulders. "What? Stephanie... Where is she?"

Zion, also startled, looked at the female officer. "What?"

"Dave and the others found a cellar in the abandoned orphanage, Stephanie is in the cellar..."

Rachel, also losing control, got up and ran over. "She's still alive, right? Please tell me she's alive.

"It's okay even if she doesn't have eyes. Healthcare is so advanced now... Is she still alive?" Rachel's voice trembled.

The female officer didn't say anything and just lowered her head. "Officer Landon... come with us.

Zion's heart skipped a beat. He gave Michael a meaningful look.

Michael stood there numbly, suddenly quiet.

The silence was eerie.

"I told you... she's not going to die. She's just doing this to make me marry her," Michael murmured, his words dripping with sarcasm.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't.

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All I wanted to do now was to see my corpse and witness how it had been ravaged.

"Rachel... You shouldn't go," the female officer said kindly.

Rachel clenched her fists, her eyes filled with determination.

The female officer glanced at Zion.

Zion's silence implied a tacit approval.

Something had happened to me, and everyone had to come to terms with that fact.