Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 679

Chapter 679 I Thought You Had Been Killed She held her breath, stared at the darkness in front of her, and could not hold back her cry. She was trembling, her inner fear devouring her little by little like this endless darkness.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound in the darkness. It was the sound of a switch being turned on, and with that soft click, the room lit up. Gilbert rubbed his eyes and frowned at her. “What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”

Kisa was transfixed, looking at him and forgetting all her movements. She was dumbfounded, tears still on her face, and she looked a bit wretched.

Gilbert looked baffled. He was clearly half–awake, his hair disheveled, his eyes groggy, and the thermal underwear on his body wrinkled.

“I was dreaming, and I heard someone crying. I listened carefully, and it sounded like you. Then I woke up and found that you were really crying.” Seeing that she stood transfixed in the doorway without responding, he could not help but smile. “Why are you crying?”

Kisa snapped back at last. With a lump in her throat, she said, “So you are not dead. I thought you had been killed.”

Gilbert rolled his eyes. “Can’t you say anything nice?”

“Not that I wanted to say that; there really are killers.”

Gilbert’s expression turned stern instantly upon hearing that. “There are killers?” When Gilbert took the knife and went to Kisa’s room, the two killers had already left. Everything in the room was as usual as if the two killers were just a figment of Kisa’s imagination. But the hole in the bedding pierced by a knife was a clear sign the killers were not a figment of Kisa’s imagination or her nightmare. He rubbed the hole in the mattress with trepidation, realizing that he had slept too well and been careless tonight. ‘If Kids had slept as soundly as I did, she would have been killed.‘ The more he thought about it, the more fearful he was. He turned to Kisa and said in a deep voice, “You sleep with me for the next few days.

Kisa said nothing.

Gilbert went back to check the bathroom. The window was wide open, and it was large enough for an adult to climb in. He looked out the window. There was a platform below the window for the air conditioning unit, with one on every floor. But because there were ordinary rooms below the eighth floor and only one suite on the eighth floor, the layouts were different. So the platform below the window on the eighth floor was not directly above the one on the seventh floor. The killers should have climbed onto the eighth floor from the seventh floor’s platform.

Kisa stood in the bathroom’s doorway, face pale, obviously still in shock.

“I should have switched rooms with you.” Gilbert was chagrined. There was no platform outside the window of his room, and it was difficult for the killers to climb into it.

“Had you switched rooms with me, you would have been dead,” Kisa said, relieved that they did not switch rooms.

If Gilbert was dead, she would have been helpless.

“I was just too tired after a long drive. I rarely sleep this deeply.” Gilbert explained, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Who knows?” Kisa said, not really convinced. She had just shouted so loudly but did not wake him up.

That meant he had low alertness this time, unlike the Gilbert she knew. Although the killers had left and she and Gilbert were unharmed, Kisa was still worried.

She looked at Gilbert. “Who do you think could have hired the killers to kill us?”

Gilbert came out of the bathroom and leaned against the door. “Needless to say, it is the real culprit behind the prison fire. Someone doesn’t want us to find out the truth. ”

“Then won’t the two jailers be in danger, too?”