Revenge After Death

“Stephie, trust me. Steven tried hard to make me believe him.

“Okay.” I nodded.

I would believe you.

“Let’s go home…” I whispered.

Steven’s fingers were already trembling. I guessed that he couldn’t hold back anymore.

As expected, as soon as we walked out the door, Michael and the people from the asylum arrived.

They were right on time.

“He escaped from the asylum. I thought he’d come looking for you,” Michael said in a deep voice, his

frown deepening as he cast a cold gaze toward Steven.

“Jake has already dropped the charge. The formalities will be completed soon. I want to take him home.

He doesn’t need to be hospitalized!” I slowly tightened my grip on Steven’s hand.

I wouldn’t let him be taken away again.

“I’m sorry, our hospital has its own rules, Peter said as he entered from outside.

Peter seemed very calm, as if he had deliberately released a pet trying to escape and was waiting to take

him back.

He glanced deeply at Steven and smiled. “Steven, it’s time to go back. Have you forgotten what we talked

about?”

I subconsciously turned to Steven. “Don’t listen to him. Don’t look at him…”

I suspected Peter was hypnotizing Steven.

Steven’s fingers stiffened, slowly releasing my hand.

My heart almost jumped to my throat. I frantically shook my head at Steven.

“Peter, you bastard! What did you do to him?” I went crazy and tried to hit Peter but was grabbed by the

collar from behind.

I turned around in shock and looked at Steven fearfully.

He pulled me into his embrace, holding me tightly.

It seemed like he couldn’t hold back anymore, but protecting me had become his instinct.

My eyes burned with rage as I glared at Peter. “You lunatic…”

Peter frowned, seemingly also in disbelief. He lowered his voice and asked the doctor beside him, “What

dosage?”

“We’ve already increased the dosage…” The doctor replied anxiously.

Peter glanced at the time.

“Heh…” He sneered. “Once gamma–hydroxybutyric acid enters the body, the chemical components in the drug will induce the polarization effect of neurons, changing the positive and negative electrodes inside and outside the cell membrane…”

I stared at Peter warily, my breath trembling.

“This will cause ion channel blockage and slow down the transmission of messages between the brain. and the central nervous system…

“Within a few minutes, normal people will experience a decrease in brain excitability and suppression of physical sensations. It’s just like being drunk…”

I clenched my fists tightly and looked back at Steven with red eyes. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

He could hardly stand up and was leaning against me, yet he was stubbornly protecting me. His eyes

were bloodshot.

“As his blood sugar levels rise, his breathing and heartbeat will slow down…” Peter calmly described what

Steven’s condition should have been..

“But from the time we used psychotropic drugs reasonably during the onset of his illness until he escaped the asylum and found you, a total of 23 minutes had passed.”

What shocked Peter was Steven’s control over his own body and the high degree of concentration of his mental power.

For Peter, this was a terrifying phenomenon because no one could resist chemical drugs.

When injected with large doses of drugs, a person would enter a state of extreme dizziness, with their intelligence and memory gradually fading. They would be like an unconscious baby. They would be easy

to manipulate…

Furthermore, during Steven’s stay at the asylum, Peter not only controlled him with drugs but also employed psychological intervention and hypnosis therapy to cause mental disturbance.

“I want to see how long he can hold on.” Peter suddenly became interested and stopped the people.

around him from grabbing Steven.

He smiled at me and looked at the time. “Steven, come here.”

His voice was like the bell in Pavlov’s dog experiment, causing a person to lose consciousness and obey his commands gradually.

I knew Peter was provoking me.

He wanted me to know that human emotions could never resist chemical drugs.