Chapter 148: Chapter 148

My mouth fell open in shock.

If Simeon really was dead, that meant he wasn’t the murderer.

So who was?

I glanced at Steven, noticing how strange his expression was.

He kept on mumbling. “Simeon’s dead… Simeon’s dead…”

“Are you certain that body was Simeon’s?” Based on the murderer’s level of intelligence, the only two people I suspected to be the killer were Simeon and Steven.

So if Simeon was dead… Was Steven…

I looked at Steven nervously. Though he had no window of opportunity to commit a crime throughout our time spent together, it was still…

“I told Steven to come here because I wanted him to be honest with me.” Zion took a long drag from his cigarette as he looked at Steven. “What connection do you have with the murderer? Why did you go to the police station and confess to killing people?”

Zion’s gaze was intense. “I’m asking you this now and not bringing you to the station right away because I trust you, so you’d better tell me the truth.”

Steven looked away silently.

I had asked him these questions in the past too, but I only got vague answers in response.

“Steven… We can’t let anyone else die.” I looked nervously at Steven, wanting to coax him to speak up.

“I couldn’t find Stephie… All clues pointed to the orphanage… I wanted to save Stephie, but I couldn’t find her.” Steven suddenly looked panicked, as if he was blaming himself.

“I lost…” Steven cried, tearing at his hair hysterically. “I lost his game.”

“What do you mean? What game?” Zion looked cautiously at Steven.

“Someone put a letter in the room I was in the day Stephie went missing. The murderer said he wanted to play a game with me, for me to find Stephie… He would give Stephie back to me if I correctly calculated where she was within the specified time.”

That psycho wanted Steven to accurately pinpoint someone’s location?

“Psycho… ” I hissed.

“He lied to me. I had already calculated the correct coordinates… ” Steven’s voice was trembling.

“But when I went to that cabin, I didn’t manage to find Stephie. I didn’t know there was a basement.

Steven was blaming himself. He was tearing his hair out as he crouched in a ball on the floor.

He had clearly calculated the right location and went over in time. But he couldn’t find Stephie.

“I lost. It’s my fault,” Steven said, his emotions unstable. “She died because of me.”

I held his hands, stopping him from further hurting himself. “Don’t be scared.”

“I tried so hard to find the murderer, but I only found a second letter telling me to go to the place the police suspected to be the crime scene and pretend to be the killer. He said. he’d give Stephie back to me if I confessed to the crime.”

That psycho did return Stephanie to Steven…

“No wonder. Someone had intentionally led the police to discover the basement that day, Zion said with furrowed brows.

The moment Steven confessed to the crime, my body was found.

“The basement wasn’t freshly dug. Steven didn’t even know it was there, which means… only a few people knew about it… ” I murmured before looking up at Zion. “I’m sure the orphanage director knew what the basement was used for.”

I had a feeling the murderer didn’t put my body there by random chance. There had to be some dark secret surrounding the basement.

“If the murderer is neither Steven nor Simeon… Then who else could it be?” I said to myself.

Based on the murderer’s modus operandi, he was definitely some kind of genius.

Steven stayed silent. He had perfectly explained why he’d been at the crime scene. But was what he said really the truth?

Could we really trust Steven?

“Officer Landon, they’ve tricked us! The hospital just called to inform us that Yasmin is missing!”