“Officer Landon, I heard that you’ve released that psycho?” Michael asked with displeasure as he


    walked out from the police station with Yasmin.


    Yasmin was hiding in Michael’s arms as if she was terribly frightened.


    Michael took off his coat and put it on Yasmin’s shoulders lovingly. Then, he held her in his arms


    and asked, “Are you cold?”


    Yasmin gently nodded.


    “Mr. Ford, someone has bailed him out. They also mentioned that should your friend have any


    questions, feel free to give them a call. They wouldpensate for all the medical expenses as well


    as any other losses.” Zion passed the name card to Michael.


    Michael looked at the name card. Then, his nce changed.


    He frowned and asked, “Ignatius Lincoln?”


    The Lincoln family…


    I stared at Michael dumbfoundedly. Did he just mention the Lincoln family?


    The Lincoln family was the wealthiest and most influential family in the business industry in Huma.


    Even the Ford family could not bepared with them.


    However, how did a member of the Lincolns end up growing up in an orphanage and turning into a


    psycho?


    I couldn’t help but tremble when I thought of Steve’s true identity.


    Did he manage to get away from all those murders he hadmitted thus far because he was a


    Lincoln?


    So, someone had been cleaning up the mess for him.


    What should I do now? Where on earth was my body? Would the truth about my death evene


    to light?


    “H–he was a Lincoln?” Yasmin was dumbfounded too.


    After a long silence, she eventually found her tongue. “I’ve never heard that there’s a psycho in the


    Lincoln family.”


    “Three years ago, Mr. Lincoln Senior’s eldest son, eldest grandson, and granddaughter were killed


    in a car ident. His youngest son was the only family he had left, but he was azoospermic.


    “Since the youngest son was infertile, there is no chance of an heir,” Michael said in a low tone


    while he frowned.


    “Which means this psychic is a bloodline of the Lincoln family. Otherwise, Mr. Ignatius wouldn’t care


    so much about such a psycho.”


    “You think so?” Zion smiled coldly. “If he really cared about Steve, he wouldn’t have let him wander


    around ke a homeless person. He’s just making sure the bloodline of the Lincolns won’t die.”


    Michael kept quiet. He wasn’t interested in the Lincoln family, nor did he want to get involved with


    them.


    “Since you’ve finished questioning, you probably should focus more on the murderer instead of


    Stephanie.” Michael opened the door of his car and let Yasmin in.


    Apparently, he was particr in every detail when it came to taking care of Yasmin.


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    “Yas and I are getting married soon, I bet she’ll show up at our wedding.” He was quite certain


    about.


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    I scoffed, knowing that Michael nned to lure me out at his and Yasmin’s wedding.


    “Congrattions to you two then.”


    Zion nced at Michael meaningfully. “Hopefully, this was all just Stephanie’s prank. I do hope


    she’ll attend your wedding. Then we’ll know she’s safe and sound.”


    “Yeah, keep dreaming…” I stood aside and taunted Michael. I would not show up at his wedding.


    never ever.


    Michael got into the car and drove off.


    I stood there feeling rather lost. I did not know where I should go next.


    Perhaps I was what was known as a “lost ghost“.


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    A soul which had no idea where to go after death.”


    “Where are you, Stephanie?” Zion suddenly asked as he raised his head and stared at the sky.


    I turned around and looked at him with a smile. “I’m dead, but I don’t know where my body is…”


    “Officer Landon! We’ve got another case!” Phil came out of the police station,and ran toward Zion


    panickedly.


    “Another female body was found at the Godrey River. Same MO…. The victim wore a red dress and


    often wandered around at night. She was sexually assaulted before she died of suffocation,” he


    said.


    Zion frowned and threw away the cigarette in his hand. “Damn… that bastard!”


    He was furious that he uncontrobly smashed the trash can next to him. He was feeling pissed that


    the murderer was still atrge because of his ipetence.


    So many innocent women died because he couldn’t catch the murderer.


    “The victim’s face waspletely skinned, thus we can’t identify her,” Phil said.


    Zion finally calmed down and stood there in silence. “Let’s go take a look.”


    I followed Zion worriedly. ording to myst memory, the murderer had indeed abducted several


    women.


    I remembered seeing a fewdies in red quivering at the corner before I died..


    “There are survivors, Zion! There are still some survivors! Go to that abandoned orphanage! Search


    the orphanage!” I anxiously yelled at Zion while I followed him.


    Someone was still alive. The murderer only killed a person every once in a while. And before he


    killed, he would first abduct a person.


    So there must be survivors!


    “Zion! There are survivors!” I shouted as loud as I could, hoping that he could hear me. However, it


    was all in vain.


    We were like people in two different worlds. He couldn’t even feel my existence.


    “This might sound weird but we found another Stephanie’s belonging on the body. The victim was


    wearing an earring on her left ear.


    “We’ve confirmed that it was the earrings that Stephanie was wearing on the day she went


    missing,” Lily reported to Zion when she returned from the scene.