Chapter 144: Chapter 144

“She won’t die,” Steven sald confidently from behind me..

I glanced at him. “What makes you so sure?”

“Innocent people.” Steven meant that Rachel was innocent. This inadvertently meant that Steven knew that the serial killer wouldn’t kill Innocent people.

When the bedroom door was opened, there was no one to be seen inside. I checked in all the other rooms in the house and found no one else either.

A loud bang suddenly came from the bedroom again, this time from inside the closet.

Zion and I looked at one another before we hurried over to open it.

Rachel was inside, her hands and feet bound together and a piece of cloth shoved in her mouth.

Luckily she wasn’t in any danger, just mildly dehydrated.

“Rachel!” Zion quickly untied her and took out the cloth.

“That bastard’s threatening us… ” Rachel gasped before passing out in Zion’s arms. She seemed to be in shock.

“I’ll get her to the hospital right now!” Zion carried Rachel in his arms and dashed out of the room.

I was about to run after him when I suddenly turned around to look at the portrait in the living room with fright.

I screamed in fear.

The original portrait of me ballet dancing had been replaced.. It was a photo of my body arranged as a life–sized puppet in a glass case after I was murdered by the murderer.

Zion stopped in his tracks, noticing the change too.

We hadn’t noticed that the portrait was changed earlier when we entered. All our focust was on the bedroom.

Steven instinctively covered my eyes and said shakily, “Go.”

I stood there trembling uncontrollably, rooted to the ground.

Zion gave his colleagues a call to have them come over and secure the place.

“Blood is… dripping off of the painting,” I stammered. Even though Steven had covered my eyes, I could still smell the rich iron of blood.

The dress of the portrait was smeared in fresh blood…

“The blood’s still fresh, which means the murderer hasn’t gone far yet,” Steven said hoarsely before turning to examine the room.

“The murderer was able to predict how long it’d take for us to arrive and when we’d see this portrait. Someone as intelligent as him would no doubt hide nearby to admire his handiwork…”

As Steven spoke, he kicked the washroom door open. He was slowly spiraling out of control.

Zion set Rachel down on the couch and tasked me to take care of her while he and Steven searched the house for the murderer.

Steven was mumbling to himself, “The killer was able to calculate how long the victim had to live after he put her in the glass case. He’s skilled in math and medical science…

He then turned to look at the shoe cupboard by the front door.

Supposedly, no grown man would be able to fit in there. But Steven still went over to it.

“What are you guys doing?” M voice rang out from the front door. He sounded displeased. He had several other men with him who looked to be from a moving company.

“Go away!” Steven cried, wanting Michael and the others to leave and not ruin the crime.

scene.

But Michael was hostile to Steven. “This was Stephanie’s home, and she was my fiancée. Now, I’m the one who legally owns this place, so you guys should be the ones leaving!”

Michael then said to the movers, “Move everything out of the house. Be careful.”

“Don’t touch anything!” Steven yelled all of a sudden, running over to try and stop Michael.

But Michael’s bodyguards instantly subdued Steven.

“Michael Ford!” Zion and I both yelled at him. “Don’t let them in! We need to keep this place untouched!”

But it was too late, Michael’s men had already entered the house to stop us.

“There’s someone in the shoe cupboard!” Ferled when the movers started lifting the cupboard and blood poured out, A strangely positioned human body was in the shoe cupboard. It fell out with a chilling think Everyone grew silent in an instant, followed by someone dry heaving to the side.

“The man had been kneeling before he fell out. He was shoved into the cupboard.” It was a good thing I had noticed….