âMichael, that man⦠Heâs scary. Heâs staring at me,â Yasmin said in a shaky voice behind me.
I turned around and took a glance. Yasmin was hiding behind Michael.
I let out a sigh of relief. That psycho wasnât staring at me but at Yasmin.
It looked like he was staring angrily at Yasmin but remained silent.
âThis is Steve from an orphanage nearby. He once snatched someoneâs purse, but I caught him. I donât think heâs a bad guy,â A policeman spoke for him.
I shook my head hard. âNo. Heâs a bad guy. Heâs the killer!â
The police let go of Steve.
Steve pathetically got up from the ground. Since his legs were too long, his pants couldnât cover his ankles.
I saw a terrifying scar on his calf. It looked like a burn mark from being electrocuted.
I was afraid that he would continue with the killing. Even though I was scared, I still followed him.
He walked to Yasminâs side and spoke with a hoarse voice.
It was the same scratchy voice that sounded damaged.
âIt was youâ¦
Yasmin looked at the man in fear, and her body was trembling.
I also looked at Steve in shock. Did he know Yasmin lured me to him on purpose?
âMr. Ford, if you have any news about Stephanie, please let us know as soon as possible. Weâre sorry for disturbing you this late.â
The lead policeman spoke with an apologetic tone, âIâm Zion Landon, and hereâs my contact.
Michael scoffed before taking Zionâs name card and left with Yasmin..
After seeing Michael was gone, Zion said, âI want you to investigate Michael Ford and Yasmin Bailey. Michaelâs relationship with Stephanie isnât that simple.â
âOfficer Landon, how could you tell?â
âWould you know for certain that your sister has a mole on her chest or a birthmark on her pelvic area?â
âHow perverted.â The young policeman was so shocked that he couldnât close his mouth.
âHe looks like a decent person, but heâs anything but decent.â
âSo, get on with the investigation!â
I didnât return with Michael. I didnât want to see him with Yasmin anymore.
I followed Steve and watched him leave the scene while limping. I wanted to find my body.
He dragged his injured leg as he limped his way to an abandoned orphanage. Then, he climbed inside effortlessly.
I followed him in and looked around as my breath quickened.
It was here.
This was where I died!
It was him who brought me here to kill me.
This was the real crime scene of the serial killing case.
I tailed Steve closely to see if I could find my body.
However, he didnât go to where he killed people. Instead, he entered an abandoned hostel. He went into a small room and curled up in a corner.
The room was messy and filled with trash.
However, it was obvious that he most likely spent his life here.
This was an abandoned orphanage. I wandered around for a long time, but I couldnât find the basement where he killed me and the others.
No wonder the police couldnât find it after investigating for so long.
Suddenly, the gates of the orphanage were rammed open by a car.
Steve cautiously walked out to see who the uninvited guests were.
Confused, I looked at the people getting out of the car.
It actually was Michael. Yasmin, who was shaking, was in the car as well.
âThatâs him. I donât know if heâs the killer, but heâs the one who was following me for the past few days.â
Yasmin didnât tell the police about Steve. Instead, she only told Michael.
Michael didnât call the police either. He brought his men over to teach Steve a lesson.
Steve wanted to run, but Michaelâs buddies had already stopped him. They hit Steve with a bat.
âHow dare a beggar like you spy on our precious Yasmin?â
âHeh! So, heâs the one who didnât care about Stephanie? He sure has high standards for a beggar.â
Steve curled up on the ground and protected his head. It was clear that he was often beaten up.
Michael walked to Steve before crouching in front of the latter and showing a picture of me. âHave you seen this woman before?â
At that moment, I wondered if he actually had a slight suspicion that I was already dead.