My mouth fell open in shock.
If Simeon really was dead, that meant he wasn’t the murderer.
So who was?
I nced at Steven, noticing how strange his expression was.
He kept on mumbling. “Simeon’s dead… Simeon’s dead…”
“Are you certain that body was Simeon’s?” Based on the murderer’s level of intelligence, the only
two people I suspected to be the killer were Simeon and Steven.
So if Simeon was dead… Was Steven…
I looked at Steven nervously. Though he had no window of opportunity tomit a crime
throughout our time spent together, it was still…
“I told Steven toe here because I wanted him to be honest with me.” Zion took a
long drag from his cigarette as he looked at Steven. “What connection do you have with the
murderer? Why did you go to the police station and confess to killing people?”
Zion’s gaze was intense. “I’m asking you this now and not bringing you to the station right away
because I trust you, so you’d better tell me the truth.”
Steven looked away silently.
I had asked him these questions in the past too, but I only got vague answers in response.
“Steven… We can’t let anyone else die.” I looked nervously at Steven, wanting to coax him to speak
up.
“I couldn’t find Stephie… All clues pointed to the orphanage… I wanted to save Stephie, but I
couldn’t find her.” Steven suddenly looked panicked, as if he was ming himself.
“I lost…” Steven cried, tearing at his hair hysterically. “I lost his game.”
“What do you mean? What game?” Zion looked cautiously at Steven.
“Someone put a letter in the room I was in the day Stephie went missing. The murderer said he
wanted to y a game with me, for me to find Stephie… He would give Stephie back to me if I
correctly calcted where she was within the specified time.”
That psycho wanted Steven to urately pinpoint someone’s location?
“Psycho… ” I hissed.
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“He lied to me. I had already calcted the correct coordinates… ” Steven’s voice was trembling.
“But when I went to that cabin, I didn’t manage to find Stephie. I didn’t know there was a basement.
Steven was ming himself. He was tearing his hair out as he crouched in a ball on the
floor.
He had clearly calcted the right location and went over in time. But he couldn’t find Stephie.
“I lost. It’s my fault,” Steven said, his emotions unstable. “She died because of me.”
I held his hands, stopping him from further hurting himself. “Don’t be scared.”
“I tried so hard to find the murderer, but I only found a second letter telling me to go to the ce the
police suspected to be the crime scene and pretend to be the killer. He said. he’d give Stephie back
to me if I confessed to the crime.”
That psycho did return Stephanie to Steven…
“No wonder. Someone had intentionally led the police to discover the basement that day,
Zion said with furrowed brows.
The moment Steven confessed to the crime, my body was found.
“The basement wasn’t freshly dug. Steven didn’t even know it was there, which means… only a few
people knew about it… ” I murmured before looking up at Zion. “I’m sure the orphanage director
knew what the basement was used for.”
I had a feeling the murderer didn’t put my body there by random chance. There had to be some
dark secret surrounding the basement.
“If the murderer is neither Steven nor Simeon… Then who else could it be?” I said to
myself.
Based on the murderer’s modus operandi, he was definitely some kind of genius.
Steven stayed silent. He had perfectly exined why he’d been at the crime scene. But was what
he said really the truth?
Could we really trust Steven?
“Officer Landon, they’ve tricked us! The hospital just called to inform us that Yasmin is missing!”