Chapter 159: Chapter 159

I looked at Zion in shock and grabbed tightly onto Steven’s hand.

Had they caught the killer?

If they caught this one, then the police would be able to trace and capture the next one!

Steven looked at me when I grabbed his hand.

I took a deep breath and waited for Zion to hang up the call.

After he did, he looked at me and said, “Phil caught someone. I don’t have time to drive you guys back now, so let’s just go to the hospital together.”

Zion then accelerated the car and headed for the hospital.

Our anticipation was high during the car ride.

Who was the killer? Who was the person who killed me?

I really wanted to know.

Meanwhile, Steven stayed silent throughout the ride with his head hung low.

He was probably scared that I might scold him again since he knew he was at fault.

The moment the car was parked, I ran out of the car with Zion.

Steven trailed behind us for a couple steps before stopping. Then, he turned to coldly gaze at a corner nearby the hospital entrance.

But the corner was very dark, and nothing could be seen.

I stopped and turned back to Steven. “Steve?”

Steven met my gaze and walked toward me.

“Hurry,” I said before running forward again. I really wanted to see the killer.

But the moment I looked forward, I saw in my periphery that Steven had pointed at that dark corner and then did a throat–slitting gesture.

However, when I turned back to Steven, he’d resumed his innocent demeanor again.

As far as I could recall, I’d developed an idea of what an angel looked like after seeing Steven right before I died.

And now that I was used to seeing his innocent face, I felt like he was hiding too many things under that innocent facade.

When we arrived at the hospital ward, Phil was pinning the killer to the ground while Yasmin was curled up in the corner of the room. She was trembling in fear, and her face. was extremely pale.

All these incidents were extremely shocking to Yasmin. After all, she’d been so pampered by Michael, and for so long too.

My guess was that it would be a long time until she’d be able to sleep well again, given that she’d probably be in constant fear for her life from now on.

But this was simply Yasmin’s karma..

Steven was right about what he’d said the other day.

Death was not the greatest punishment. Rather, being alive was.

Constantly being in a state of guilt, loneliness, and fear was the cruelest punishment one could inflict onto another.

“Zion, this guy is… underage,” Phil said worriedly and handed Zion the intended murder weapon.

It was a syringe containing what was probably deadly fluids.

“Someone paid me to come here and inject that into her IV. I just did it for the money!” The teen yelled at Zlon, “Don’t kill me!”

Zion wore a sour expression as he went over to grab the teen by his collar. “You were committing murder! Where are your parents?”

The teen was tall and dressed in a white doctor’s coat. He seemed to only be 15 or 16 years old.

“Let me go!” The teen struggled, trying to escape.

“Take him away!” Zion angrily ordered.

If the boy wasn’t the killer, he’d at least been instructed by them.

“Look into who his parents are and where he studies,” Zion said in irritation.

This killer had gone way out of line!

“I don’t have any parents! They died a long time ago! Please don’t arrest me. I still have a baby brother who’s sick! He needs money to treat his illness!

“Please, I beg of you! My brother will die!” the teen cried to Zion, kneeling on the floor. ” Please, I know I was wrong. Please don’t arrest me!”

Zion angrily kicked him. “Whatever reason you did this for, you were still committing murder! Don’t you have basic common sense?”

The teen knelt there on the floor and suddenly lost his composure. “What do all of you know? All you do is look down on us from your moral high ground! Look at us! We’ll die without money!”

After screaming his fill, the teen angrily glared at Yasmin as she trembled in the corner. ” The man even said that she was supposed to be dead in the first place. So, why are all of you protecting the bad guy here?”

Zion stood where he was without replying.

Then, after a long pause, he said, “Take him back to the station.”

Phil grabbed onto the teen, about to take him away.

“Don’t take me away! My brother’s still waiting for me…” the teen sobbed, trying to wrestle free from Phil’s grasp.

But Zion shoved the teen against the wall and growled, “Let me explain something to you, kid–bad guys will always be punished by the law, but not privately punished by you like this.

“Who do you think instructed you to do this in the first place? They’re the bad guys!”

Zion seemed to have lost control as well. After all, he’d barely gotten three hours of sleep every night ever since the first murder was discovered.

The killer had been provoking Zion, the police authorities, and everybody else.

To Zion, the killer deserved to die no matter what his reasons for killing so many people were!

After the teen was taken away, I leaned against the wall, feeling somewhat down.

When Phil dragged the teen past me, our eyes met.

The teen then opened his mouth, as if he was trying to tell me something.