“You’re overthinking this, Stephanie never had feelings for you from the start. She has someone she


    loves. and his name is Steven. She only thought you saved her, but the person who saved her


    wasn’t you,” I coldly interrupted Michael’s fantasy.


    Michael lowered his gaze and fell silent.


    When the car stopped at Huma Hospital’s parking lot, he finally said, “Stephie, the person you love


    isn’t Steven. Trust me, just this once. Please… You don’t love him. You fear and dread him. You


    once begged me to help you hide from him…..”


    1 frowned. “Do you think I believe a single word you say?”


    Between Steven and Michael, Steven’s credibility was evidently higher.


    “Stephie…” Michael grew anxious, finally able to experience the feeling of not being trusted. “Why


    can’t you believe me? Steven is really dangerous. You tried so hard to hide from him. How could


    you love him? He’s deceiving you, taking advantage of your memory loss to keep lying to you.


    “Dr. Jones said Steven isn’t a regr psychiatric patient. Hecks empathy and can’t love anyone.


    His mind is filled with obsession, leaving no room for others.”


    I ignored Michael, who kept badmouthing Steven.


    “Stephany?” As soon as we entered the hospital, Zion noticed me. “What happened? Are you


    hurt?”


    I shook my head and pointed at Michael. “He is.”


    A nurse approached to examine Michael’s injury and took him to the treatment room.


    “It was Martin’s men,” I whispered.


    Zion nodded. “You’d better stay at home.”


    “What are you doing here?” I asked.


    “There’s been another murder,” Zion said, looking around cautiously. “I came to check the situation.


    The victim isn’t dead yet and is being rescued. It’s obvious the killer is not a professional.


    “The killer panicked while trying to kill the victim and didn’t confirm the victim was dead before


    sprinkling those spices and escaping.”


    I nodded. “So, if the victim survives, he can reveal the killer’s identity?”


    “The killer has already been caught on camera. The police are making an arrest. I suspect someone


    is orchestrating everything. With the victim still alive, we can expose the mastermind behind this,”


    Zion said


    in a low voice.


    “Look, here.” He handed me his findings. “This person is also a parent searching for his missing


    son, who is 18 years old and has been missing for three years.”


    I paused for a moment, looking at Zion. “In both murder cases, themon thread is that the killers


    are desperate parents who lost their children.”


    The killers were also victims.


    “Were the children all lost around the same time?” I wondered if their disappearances were also


    linked to the mastermind.


    “They weren’t lost at the same time, but there’s onemon factor. All the missing children had the


    same issue,” Zion said, pointing to his head.


    “Mental disability, or…” I was taken aback.


    “Asperger’s syndrome.” Zion scanned the surroundings. “Some refer to it as a ‘genius illness‘.


    Children with this condition are considered God’s favorites–either a genius or mentally disabled.”


    Two extremes.


    I took a deep breath and looked at Zion. “Asperger’s syndrome…”


    Suddenly, my head was pounding, feeling like it was about to explode.


    The missing children were all diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome. ording to my parents‘


    journal, I


    was also diagnosed as a “problematic” child with Asperger’s syndrome.


    But that didn’t seem right. Aside from being a bit socially isted, I was neither a genius nor


    mentally


    disabled. I felt like I was just an ordinary person, as ordinary as they came.


    “Steven and Simeon also have this so–called genius illness,” Zion said helplessly, sitting nearby.


    “These


    geniuses are different from us. They’re quite lonely, and nobody can understand them, yet they


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    so on.”


    My hands and feet were ice–cold, and a terrifying thought crossed my mind. Could someone be


    exploiting these genius children? And behind all this… was there an even greater conspiracy at


    y?


    “What kind of business was the victim involved in?” I whispered.


    “He was based overseas, supposedly in the health products industry,” Zion replied with a cold


    laugh. “He was probably a leader in a pyramid scheme.”