It didn''t seem like Steven was trying to hide anything.


    "Stephie, nothing matters more than you…" said Steven, all choked up. "I''m just guessing that the


    murderer is intelligent… I lost, Stephie. I lost."


    Steven was saying something that I couldn''t understand. I guessed he meant that he had lost the


    game against the murderer when I died.


    "You said you love me, but I don''t see any hatred toward my murderer." I shook my head. I couldn''t


    help but feel that something hade between Steven and me. It was too obvious—he refused to


    tell me about what he knew.


    He had the key information, but he chose to hide it from me and the police.


    Steven''s head drooped low, and tears welled up in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but he said


    nothing.


    "I want to know the truth…" I looked at Steven and was getting emotional. "I want to know how I


    died. I want to know why they hate me so much… I want the murderer arrested!"


    In a panic, Steven pulled me into his arms. After a while, as if he finally made a decision, he spoke.


    "Okay… Stephie. I''ll help you… If it''s your wish, I''ll fulfill it. I''ll help you…"


    I sighed in relief. I felt a little guilty for forcing Steven to pick a side between me and the murderer.


    Right now, it seemed like Steven picked my side.


    "Stephie… I''ll help you." He tried to console me by repeating his willingness to help me.


    "Okay…" I nodded, then slowly closed my eyes as tears welled up. "Steven, we must not run away


    anymore. It''s time to fight back…"


    "Okay." Steven nodded hard as if he would obey everything I said. But the murderer was an


    exception.


    I became increasingly curious about who the murderer was. I wondered why Steven, somebody


    who would sacrifice his life for mine, would be willing to disregard my death to protect the murderer.


    "Now, we must find Yasmin. The muttion case is not over. We can''t allow the serial murder case


    to continue."


    I didn''t care about Yasmin, but she had to live for the others to survive. I didn''t want more people to


    die.


    "As for Peter, he''s too powerful and resourceful… We have to take it slow."


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    I looked at the wall of photos and pointed at Martin. "First, we must protect ourselves. To guarantee


    our survival, we must get rid of Martin, who''s a hidden danger."


    Steven nodded. "Okay…"


    …


    As Ewan stopped the car in front of the police station, Steven tried to hold my hand.


    Almost out of reflex, I avoided him and got out of the car.


    Steven looked a little hurt, but I avoided his gaze.


    The truth revealed in the basement led to disappointment, especially over the attitude that Steven


    had toward the serial murderer.


    "I don''t care how, but you must ensure her safety!"


    When we walked into the police station, Michael was still mad. Yasmin''s disappearance must have


    triggered him.


    "Mr. Ford, didn''t you have Yasmin under protection 24/7? How did you allow her to go missing?" I


    mocked Michael.


    Michael paused when he saw that it was me. He looked nervous. "Stephie… I was just worried. The


    murderer is inhumane, after all."


    Ignoring Michael, I walked up to Rachel. "Any clues?"


    Rachel shook her head. "Bad guys don''t die so easily. I don''t think she''ll die."