“As the most outstanding business prodigy of the Lincoln family and also Ignatius‘ favorite heir,


    Andy learned about children with rare diseases with your father’s help.


    “Andy set up a charity fund and invested in medical facilities, providing sufficient funds for them to


    explore and research…


    “Peter and your parents, along with Andy and other people of the noble ss, became close


    friends. They went from celebrating good times to being on the verge of copsing.


    “Somebody nned the ident to happen. I’m guessing that Andy and your parents must know of


    a terrible secret that can’t be told.”


    The people dying now were people who knew of the secret.


    Somebody was killing the witnesses.


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    Steven pointed toward the top right corner.


    “Stephie, the serial murder cases are not the only scary thing. Behind that is another wide, deep


    net


    which its full coverage can’t be seen.


    “I hid it from you because… I didn’t want you to get involved. I wanted you to live a normal life,”


    Steven


    said with a trembling voice.


    I looked at the central position of the wall of photos. It was a photo of Stephanie Carlson.


    Steven had taken countless photos of me after the ident. It was like… he had never left. He had


    been


    protecting me.


    Warm tears streamed down my space as I fixed my eyes on a photo of myself from high school.


    I could remember how on that day, the bullies who bothered me suddenly disappeared. In an alley


    nearby, somebody screamed for help…


    I heard that a teenager got stabbed during a brawl.


    That must have been Steven. He had been protecting me the whole time.


    “After I lost my memories, you didn’t choose for me to recall my memories about you. Instead, your


    silently protected me… It was because you wanted me to live a normal life and escape this,


    right?” I asked in a choked–up voice.


    Steven didn’t answer me,


    He had tried many ways to protect me. But in the end, he failed to escape with me.


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    “But we’re like insects stuck on the web… If we don’t burn it, how can we escape?” I said softly but


    firmly.


    Since Steven had decided to confess to me, it was also time for us to face the situation and


    Investigatel together. We should find the culprit and reveal the truth, along with all the darkness and


    dirt, under the


    sun.


    “Stephie… You’re right. We tried to escape, but we falled. Instead of surrendering like helpless


    insects, we should fight back…”


    Steven held me tight in his arms. His body was trembling.


    “This time… I swear I’ll protect you. I definitely will,” he whispered.


    “Steven, you can guess who’s the culprit behind the serial murder cases and the deaths of the


    psychiatrists at the asylum, right?” I gazed at Steven.


    After all the years of observation and investigation, I guessed Steven must’ve discovered the culprit.


    However, he probably did not hold actual evidence.


    Steven looked away, clearly avoiding my question.


    I wonder who the culprit would be that it was so difficult for him to confess.


    I nced over the wall of photos and evidence.


    I couldn’t help but suspect… that Steven was trying to cover for the culprit behind the serial


    murders.


    “After Mandy died, you calcted the next victim before the second victim died. But you didn’t


    report


    that to the police….


    “Steven, do you hate them, or are you trying to cover for the murderer? What was it… that made


    you decide to help the police? Was it because of my death?”


    I started to get emotional.


    I wondered if Steven had not expected Stephanie to fall prey to the murderer. Was that why he


    med himself, felt guilty, and went crazy?


    Steven remained silent as he tightened his fists.


    After a long time, he finally said, “Stephie… that doesn’t matter. Please stop asking.”


    “It doesn’t matter? I frowned at Steven. All of a sudden, I felt disappointed.


    I couldn’t understand why my murderer would not matter. The key figure on this wall of clues would


    be


    Peter.


    Steven wanted to expose Peter, but was my death simply a tiny unexpected ident that didn’t


    matter?