“I just heard them say there’s a male victim now,” I told Steven.


    This meant the serial killer was still out there. And he wasn’t just stopping at women. He had ns


    to continue with male victims.


    It seemed linked to that orphanage. This was a direct challenge to the police, who were struggling


    to catch him.


    “Who is he, and why haven’t the police found any clues so far?” My voice quivered.


    Certainly, that person had to be suspecting me.


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    Steven held an umbre for me, his body tense.


    I nervously looked at Steven as raindrops dripped down my hair. “You know, right? You know who


    he is, don’t you?”


    “We can’t let him keep killing people.” I clutched Steven’s clothes tightly.


    He knew who the murderer was, so why wouldn’t he say anything?


    “They… deserve to die,” Steven’s voice was hoarse, his body slightly trembling.


    I looked up at Steven.


    They deserved to die? Was he referring to the victims?


    “What about Stephanie? What did she do wrong?” I pushed Steven away and turned to run


    outside.


    “Stephie…” Steven nervously called my name.


    I didn’t stop but kept running in the rain toward the crime scene.


    Who was the victim this time?


    As I rushed to the South Bay docks, the relentless rain made me drenched. The biting cold caused


    me to shiver uncontrobly, and my face turned a ghostly white.


    Standing at the roadside, I joined the onlookers to observe the scene.


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    “The deceased is a male. He was also an orphan from that orphanage. After the fire years ago,


    government relocated the children from the orphanage. Most found adoptive families, but it


    seems… the murderer still has a connection to the orphanage..


    “Investigate everyone from the orphanage! Bring them all in for questioning!” Zion was furious.


    Indeed, in recent years, this was the biggest serial murder case in Huma to remain unsolved. Until


    now, the police had no leads, no clues, and hadn’t caught the killer. There wasn’t even a trace left


    behind.


    “The murderer is too vignt. He left no hair, no nails, not even fingerprints. How does he manage


    that?” a young officer asked in terror.


    “It’s as if there’s no murderer… just like those online rumors. It’s as if everything was done by a


    vengeful ghost.”


    Zion’s face turned grim. “Cut the crap! There are no ghosts in this world.”


    I stood frozen in ce, watching the body being carried away by the police.


    If the murderer was indeed human, how could they not leave any evidence?


    Rachel said she went to my house, but there were no signs of anyone living there.


    But clearly, I saw that person in that house…


    Zion was an atheist. He didn’t believe in ghosts and gods, but I… I was someone who had died


    before.


    I knew even if one became a ghost, it was impossible tomit murder because one couldn’t


    physically touch anything.


    The dead were more like souls trapped in a four–dimensional world. They were unable to interact


    with the three–dimensional world.


    “Stephany, who are you, really?” Rachel was there too. Holding an umbre, she scrutinized me.


    What do you really want?”


    I breathed heavily as I looked at Rachel. “Why won’t you believe me…”


    She furrowed her brows and looked at me, warning me, “Don’t give me a reason to catch you.”


    shes of memories that didn’t belong to me flickered in my mind.


    It was Stephany… and that murderer.


    “I can help you get rid of the people you want to eliminate, but you have to listen to me and marry


    Steven.


    I crouched on the ground with a sudden headache, looking at the ground with a terrified


    expression.


    Stephany… and that murderer were indeed connected.


    “How did shee here? This woman is definitely suspicious. Should we bring her in for


    questioning?


    Jeffers asked Zion.