But here… It should be unknown to anyone that Steven was here.


    “Stevie.” I opened the door. It was the deaf uncle. He told me through signnguage and


    somewhat non–standard pronunciation that it was Stevie who hade back.


    I looked at him in surprise and then walked downstairs.


    Stevie, having been sent to the hospital by Zion, must be out of danger now.


    “The dog has quite a strong vitality. It’s just like its owner. It is smart enough to be a police dog.”


    Zion was in his traffic police uniform. He must have just gotten off work and took the opportunity to


    bring Stevie over.


    I squatted on the ground and looked at Stevie, who still had bandages around its abdomen. I


    reached out to it, and the wolfhound happily wagged its tail and jumped into my arms.


    At that moment, memories from


    my


    childhood surfaced in my mind.


    “Georgie, bite him!”


    “Georgie, attack!”


    “Georgie, snatch!”


    I recalled doing many things with Georgie in the past.


    However, I couldn’t recall much at the moment.


    The only thing I remembered was that I often used Georgie to threaten and intimidate


    Michael when we were kids.


    Thinking about those times, I could understand why Michael hated me and thought I was inherently


    bad. However, he should have despised me, right? Why did he pretend to be so


    affectionate after my death?


    Was he masochistic? I made the dog bite him when we were little, yet he still showed deep affection


    for me and even lied to me, saying he was my lover.


    He really was sick in the head.


    “Is Steven okay?” Zion asked while squatting to the side and stroked Stevie’s head.


    Stevie seemed to distinguish between good and bad people. It was quite gentle with Zion.


    “He’s injured and doesn’t have many good spots left on his body. He’s lying in bed right


    now,” I said softly.


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    “Yasmin didn’t die, and Simon confessed. Recently, the killer suddenly stopped appearing and


    hasn’t shown up again. I wonder if this serial murder case hase to an end. I hope Simon is the


    mastermind. As long as he’s dead, everything will be over,” Zlon whispered.


    From the current situation, it seemed like the killer indeed disappeared without a trace, as if Simon’s


    death meant the disappearance of the murderer.


    “Besides, the police found DNA left over from the assault on the third female victim that


    matched the DNA of the first male victim,” Zion said in a low voice.


    The victim was the murderer, and the murderer eventually became the victim.


    The perfection of this serial murder case lied in the fact that the killer was hidden among the victims.


    It was impossible to guess who the next murderer would be.


    “I’ve heard of exchange killings before, where strangers kill on behalf of each other. But I’ve never


    heard of a serial killer bing a victim.” It was obviously an organized and premeditated serial


    killing.


    “The longer there’s no new victim, the more likely Simon is the final murderer. But something tells


    me things aren’t as simple as it seems.” Zion’s intuition was urate.


    I, too, believed that things weren’t that simple.


    “The person who killed Stephanie hasn’t been found yet. Is it possible that she’s also one of the


    future victims? For example, Yasmin was responsible for luring Stephanie to the old alley, and then


    the real perpetrator acted. There’s definitely something fishy about her.” I gazed at Zion.


    I had always thought that Yasmin was not a simple woman.


    Zion nodded. “Hence, besides work, I’ve been keeping an eye on this woman recently.”


    “You should also be careful too. The Lincolns are also a dangerous ce.” Zion stood up and


    nced upstairs. Steven was standing by the window.


    He waved to Steven. Just as he was about to leave, Martin arrived.


    This guy really was like a bad penny.


    Charles came with him this time.


    “Stephy, Mr. Ignatius has passed away. You and Steven…” Charles seemed scared even


    mentioning Steven’s name. He gritted his teeth and said, “You should get a divorce.”


    I looked at Charles as if he was an idiot. “What’s wrong? Did the rabies virus from Ann being


    bitten by the dog get into your brain?”


    Charles’s face darkened. “You were tricked into this marriage from the first ce. As your father, I


    have the responsibility to help you annul it.”