Revenge After Death

Zion refused to let tragedy repeat itself. He was not wrong in wanting to catch the murderer and rescue

the victims.

Zion’s fists tightened and he punched the wall, I was about to head over to comfort him, when he suddenly turned to grab my wrist. He said, “Let’s go. I’ll bring you to see Steven.”

I was stunned, but he managed to drag me into the car.

“Hello, Officer Landon,” Ewan greeted.

“We’re going to Huma Psychiatric Hospital,” Zion sald. He wanted to meet Steven and ask for his help to

locate the location of the next victim.

I looked at him and asked, “Will they let us visit him?”

“He’s a patient, not a criminal,” Zion replied, gritting his teeth. “I’ll like to see who dares to stop me.”

I nodded, feeling excited. I could finally see him again. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

But things weren’t going as smoothly as we thought. Just as we arrived at the asylum, they refused to let us meet Steven as he was a level five high–risk patient.

“We’re sorry. The patient might hurt people anytime, so-

Zion grabbed at the person’s collar angrily and said, “I’ve never seen him hurt anyone before! He is lucid and prone to reasoning. How is he a level five psychiatric patient now? Who is his attending physician?

Get him to see me!”

Despite all our efforts, they still refused to let us meet Steven. It was evident that they had conspired.

against us.

“Why aren’t you directing the traffic now, Cicer Landon? What’s going on, do you have PTSD from your detective work? Our psychological therapy here is quite renowned,” Peter came over and said with a

smile.

He was half–joking, but his words were provocative.

Peter had always been a smiling hypocrite. It was as if he would never get angry and always wore a smile, but he could always provoke those with unstable emotions with just a few words or even a glance.

Zion was provoked, and I subconsciously reached out to tug at him.

I said softly, “It was his way of putting a trap out for you by mentioning your career and emotions. Be careful not to fall for his tricks, otherwise he might deem you a lunatic and lock you up!”

Peter is a terrifying man. It was as if he could find out a person’s weakness in just a glance. I was even suspecting that there might have been many who had been labeled as a lunatic and got locked up in this asylum, all just because they have offended him in their daily life.

“We want to meet Steven,” I said seriously after taking a deep breath.

“Steven? I’m sorry, but my patient is currently undergoing treatment. As you know, such aggressive psychiatric patients will require. some special treatment methods. It may be electroshock, hypnosis, or even medication control-” Peter gently said, but all his words were meant to provoke me.

My body was trembling. I dared not even imagine what Steven must be experiencing now.

“Peter” I said, gritting my teeth. I wanted to kill him and rush inside to rescue Steven. But I could only suppress my anger and plead with him.

I said, “Please find a way- we really have urgent matters to talk to him about.”

Peter seemed pleased with the way I was yielding to him. It was as if he was taming disobedient outliers

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