âI just heard them say thereâs a male victim now,â I told Steven.
This meant the serial killer was still out there. And he wasnât just stopping at women. He had plans to continue with male victims.
It seemed linked to that orphanage. This was a direct challenge to the police, who were struggling to catch him.
âWho is he, and why havenât the police found any clues so far?â My voice quivered.
Certainly, that person had to be suspecting me.
Steven held an umbrella for me, his body tense.
I nervously looked at Steven as raindrops dripped down my hair. âYou know, right? You know who he is, donât you?â
âWe canât let him keep killing people.â I clutched Stevenâs clothes tightly.
He knew who the murderer was, so why wouldnât he say anything?
âThey⦠deserve to die,â Stevenâs voice was hoarse, his body slightly trembling.
I looked up at Steven.
They deserved to die? Was he referring to the victims?
âWhat about Stephanie? What did she do wrong?â I pushed Steven away and turned to run outside.
âStephieâ¦â Steven nervously called my name.
I didnât stop but kept running in the rain toward the crime scene.
Who was the victim this time?
As I rushed to the South Bay docks, the relentless rain made me drenched. The biting cold caused me to shiver uncontrollably, and my face turned a ghostly white.
Standing at the roadside, I joined the onlookers to observe the scene.
the âThe deceased is a male. He was also an orphan from that orphanage. After the fire years ago, government relocated the children from the orphanage. Most found adoptive families, but it seems⦠the murderer still has a connection to the orphanage..
âInvestigate everyone from the orphanage! Bring them all in for questioning!â Zion was furious.
Indeed, in recent years, this was the biggest serial murder case in Huma to remain unsolved. Until now, the police had no leads, no clues, and hadnât caught the killer. There wasnât even a trace left behind.
âThe murderer is too vigilant. He left no hair, no nails, not even fingerprints. How does he manage that?â a young officer asked in terror.
âItâs as if thereâs no murderer⦠just like those online rumors. Itâs as if everything was done by a vengeful ghost.â
Zionâs face turned grim. âCut the crap! There are no ghosts in this world.â
I stood frozen in place, watching the body being carried away by the police.
If the murderer was indeed human, how could they not leave any evidence?
Rachel said she went to my house, but there were no signs of anyone living there.
But clearly, I saw that person in that houseâ¦
Zion was an atheist. He didnât believe in ghosts and gods, but I⦠I was someone who had died before.
I knew even if one became a ghost, it was impossible to commit murder because one couldnât physically touch anything.
The dead were more like souls trapped in a fourâdimensional world. They were unable to interact with the threeâdimensional world.
âStephany, who are you, really?â Rachel was there too. Holding an umbrella, she scrutinized me.
What do you really want?â
I breathed heavily as I looked at Rachel. âWhy wonât you believe meâ¦â
She furrowed her brows and looked at me, warning me, âDonât give me a reason to catch you.â
Flashes of memories that didnât belong to me flickered in my mind.
It was Stephany⦠and that murderer.
âI can help you get rid of the people you want to eliminate, but you have to listen to me and marry Steven.
I crouched on the ground with a sudden headache, looking at the ground with a terrified expression.
Stephany⦠and that murderer were indeed connected.
âHow did she come here? This woman is definitely suspicious. Should we bring her in for questioning?
Jeffers asked Zion.