“He’s not dead yet…” Steven shoved away the people around him and went to feel the man’s pulse.


    “He’s not going to live…”


    Zion called an ambnce.


    Michael quickly took several steps back, clearly never having seen such a bloody sight. before.


    Meanwhile, everyone else had run outside the house to heave their stomach contents out. They


    had pretty much ruined the crime scene.


    “The murderer was able to calcte how long it’d take for this victim to die… “Steven said in a


    panicked tone as he knelt on the floor. “He knew what time we’d arrive and what time we’d find this


    victim. He wanted us to watch him dic…


    Just like how the murderer had done to Stephanie.


    I walked forward, feeling numb as I looked at the body. “It’s the orphanage director’s husband.”


    I had seen this man before in Steven’s photos.


    “If the murderer was able to shove such a heavyset man into the shoe cupboard, then he must


    definitely be a strong adult,” Zion said sullenly.


    That was the only way the murderer could’ve moved a body around and shoved a man on the verge


    of death into this small cupboard.


    “Maybe… the victim climbed in there himself.” Steven pointed at the footsteps which Michael and


    the other movers had disturbed on the ground. “There was only one set of


    footprints.”


    “There’s something else that’s scary too. The murderer didn’t leave behind fingerprints, hair, or any


    clues. Even camera footage is useless because we can’t identify the murderer from his face.”


    The person I saw the other day at home had an extremely scarred face from burn injuries. and


    looked incredibly scary.


    I couldn’t tell what he originally looked like.


    “The murderer is too intelligent,” Zion said. The murderer had been taking the police as


    fools.


    “Are you out of your mind?” 1 turned to Michael. “Why did youe here at thiste hour just to


    move some furniture?”


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    Michael looked at me, displeased. “These are all my wife’s belongings.”


    “Bullshit.” I went up and pped him in the face. “Can you be more considerate for once?


    Michael red at me warningly. “I told you, this house is in my name, so you guys are the ones


    who are trespassing!”


    “Why did you bring movers here at this time of the night, Michael Ford? If you don’t give a


    reasonable exnation, I have reason to suspect you intentionally ruined a crime scene! “Zion


    warned.


    “I met a fortune teller who told me… that Stephie died a terrible death and her soul is currently


    wandering unbound. The fortune teller told me to burn her furniture at midnight tonight,” Michael


    grumbled, looking away.


    Wait, why would someone as self–centered as Michael who never believed in the metaphysical


    suddenly believe in this sort of thing?


    I cast a suspicious look at him. “Something’s wrong with that fortune teller.”


    It was too big of a coincidence.


    “Where did you meet this fortune teller?” Zion asked.


    “At the cemetery.” Michael had gone to Stephanie’s grave again today.


    Now, I suspected even more that Michael had negatively affected my journey to the afterlife. He


    was tormenting me even after my death.


    “Officer Landon!” The other police officers and backup had arrived.


    But it was toote. The victim had already died, just like Steven said. There was no saving him even


    after Steven tried to stop his bleeding. Too much blood had been lost.


    The medics took Rachel away, who had passed out from hunger and shock. I heaved a sigh of


    relief when they told me her life was no longer at risk.


    “Why was he kneeling in the shoe cupboard?” I didn’t understand what the murderer was trying to


    tell us.


    Steven murmured, “Redemption. He’s trying to redeem himself.”


    Chantry 14


    Zion looked at Steven and then at me. “Steven has always refused to cooperate with the


    investigation in the past. Why is he so active today?”


    Steven had always been opposed to helping with the investigation even when the police questioned


    him. He would never so much as utter a word.


    But Steven was clearly cooperating right now.


    I realized this difference as well. Steven was particrly cooperative today.


    Steven stared at the victim, mumbling, “Anesthesia… overdose. Hallucinations, poor wound


    clotting… One will slowly die without feeling any pain.”