Revenge After Death

I looked at Zion in astonishment.

‘Indeed. I’ve seen the scene. The murderer deliberately impersonated the suspicions of the serial murder case, but it can’t be ruled out completely.” Zion nodded.

“When Sparks performed the autopsy, he found that the victim’s fatal injury was the back of his head. Someone hit the back of his head from behind, causing his death. The person was skillful and knew where to hit.” Eason was deep in thought. “The victim should be on a call before he died. There were traces left behind from a phone smashing on the ground. But the phone was taken away by the murderer. The murderer of the serial murder case has a habit. When he kills someone, he won’t take anything from

the victim. It’s as if he’s confident that the police won’t find him.”

“So, these are two separate cases,” I said softly.

The serial murder case was a different case from the Sunset Alley’s murder case.

“What about the identity of the victim? Didn’t you mention that he used to be a psychiatrist? Did he have a

connection with Stephanie?” I looked at Eason nervously.

“I’ve looked into the victim before. His name is Wyatt Zimmer. He was a psychiatrist. In his early years, he won several awards in the field of psychiatry. He was always on par with Peter in the hospital, but the

director liked him more as he knew how to conduct himself,” said Zion.

Once he heard that a murder case happened in Sunset Alley, he went to investigate it.

“But this person had left this asylum many years ago.” Eason turned around and looked at the old asylum that had barricade tape all over.

“Aside from that, I’ve discovered that the director of this hospital committed suicide in prison after being punished. After that, most doctors went to the current Huma Psychiatric Hospital.”

“When Wyatt left, this asylum hadn’t been barricaded. It was said that he went to Yesa to do clothing. business. He earned quite a lot. He wore branded clothes. Even his watch cost more than three million dollars.” Eason thought for a while. “But when I checked his company, it was a shell company. The

clothing business was a cover. How did he earn money.

“Go and look into it. Why are you guessing it?” Zion disliked Eason

Why was the latter still trying to figure things out here?

Eason’s phone vibrated on the car’s bonnet.

Eason glared at Zion while picking up the call. “Officer Grant, we have found the murderer! We checked all the surveillance cameras nearby and locked in the suspect’s address. It’s 37 Bridgeway Route. It’s the

demolition area, the last slum of Huma.”“

I glanced at Zion. 37 Bridgeway Route was the demolition area where the last slum of Huma was located.

Simeon’s sister, Carol, lived there. The area was a mixture of good and bad.

“I need to go on a mission. If you’re capable, you can look into it yourself.” Holding a grudge, Eason pushed Zion away. He got into the car and drove away.

Zion frowned and looked at me. “Should we go and take a look?”

I nodded.

I hoped the murder case this time had nothing to do with the serial murder case.

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On 37 Bridgeway Route, the police had locked in a room on the third floor.

When Zion and I reached the place, the police barged into the room to catch the suspect.

As the apartment wasn’t big, the corridors were narrow. From the room, one could see the opposite room clearly.

The suspect lived on the east side. On the other hand, Carol was on the west side. Their rooms faced one

another.

When I looked in the west direction, I saw Carol watching the police arrest the suspect. Her clothes were untidy as she stood there, dazed. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Suddenly, her gaze landed on me. She smiled.

Her smile was so strange that I felt a chill run down my spine.

“Murderer…” Carol suddenly pointed at me and giggled.

Even though I couldn’t hear her voice clearly, I could read her lips. She was saying the word “murderer“.

✓ Was she saying that I was the murderer? What did she mean…

“Watch out! Catch him!”

Suddenly, the east side of the third floor became noisy.

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Zion and I weren’t a part of the police. So, we couldn’t go up. We could only stay at the bottom and look up to watch the situation.

All of a sudden, a figure pushed away the crowd and climbed over the window. Without hesitation, he jumped down.

Boom!

I was so shocked that I shrieked and took a step backward.

Nervously, Zion reached out his hand to protect me. He looked at the person who fell in front of us.

The third floor wasn’t high, but he was determined to die.

It was a middle–aged mán. He looked like he had gone through a lot. His fingers were crooked. It wasn’t because he fell from the third floor. It seemed to be caused by years of rheumatism and physical work.

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“H–Help…” The man, who fell on the ground, spat out blood. He tried his best to take out a picture from his

pocket.