The enemy of an enemy was a friend. Did Steven intentionally avoid putting in his best effort to find


    the murderer and instead just watch them fight?


    "What about Stephanie?" Eason repeated the question I asked earlier.


    If no one were innocent, what about Stephanie?


    Steven''s hand was shaking as he held my hand. "She...is the key. She is the subject of genome


    editing experiments and should be showcased in the cab as evidence."


    So, the person behind it killed me. I smiled bitterly. My genes were edited before I was conceived


    and born.


    What did I do wrong? Why should I be ruthlessly killed and used by everyone?


    I struggled to free myself from Steven''s grip, but he held me tightly. His voice sounded hoarse as if


    he was begging me. "Stephie..."


    He did this every time I got angry. But I was killed! Would he still condone the mastermind?


    I firmly stated, my eyes were red. "I must find the serial murderer! I don''t care why you''re protecting


    him. I can''t allow him to kill everyone in order to target the so-called mastermind!"


    Those lives were innocent! Regardless of their guilt, it was thew that should administer


    punishment, not a serial killer!


    Steven lowered his head, his breath trembling with emotion. He still refused to exin. He was so


    persistent.


    I turned my gaze away, no longer relying on him to assist me in the search for the serial murderer. I


    would find the culprit myself.


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    Eason shook his head. "We''ve been unable to uncover any clues or make any progress in the serial


    murder case. Despite Yasmin''s ongoing dramatic search for trouble, the elusive murderer remains


    inactive, making it extremely challenging for us. However, the muttion case is connected to


    human trafficking. It is suspected that those ''natural'' geniuses have been trafficked as gene vectors.


    They may be subjected to even more horrifying circumstances. Our top priority is to locate them as


    quickly as possible."


    I nodded with a lingering sense of fear.


    He was right. We must prioritize locating those innocent geniuses. They were most likely exploited,


    being utilized as a means for reproduction, acting as carriers of genes, as well as repositories for


    sperm and eggs, with theirplete potential being exploited for personal benefit.


    "The police''s frequent visits to the Bridgeway Route demolition zone will raise suspicions among the


    escort girls. The area is densely popted with sex workers, rendering police checks futile. These


    individuals are akin to skilled fugitives, adept at hiding themselves. However, within such aplex


    environment, valuable clues are more likely to surface." Eason carefully analyzed the existing clue


    points.


    In order to locate the abducted teenagers, they needed to head to No. 38 Bridgeway Route.


    "There is someone I know. Her name is Carol, and she is Simmy''s sister." I just recalled that Carol


    lived there. She had a mild intellectual disability. If I could get her to open up, I might be able to


    learn something.


    But when I mentioned Carol, Steven''s expression suddenly changed. "No!"


    He appeared reluctant to let me meet Carol. "She''s mentally disabled. You won''t be able to get


    information from her. Moreover, the environment is chaotic and dangerous. You can''t go there."


    I furrowed my brow and gazed intently at Steven. It was clear that he had been concealing more


    than just one secret from me.


    In addition, in my mother''s diary, there were disturbing ounts of him imprisoning me, kidnapping


    me, and abusing me. I was still unable to discern whether these ounts were true or false.


    Steven, what kind of person were you exactly?


    "I''m going. Those children have been missing for so many years. Imagine the despair they must feel


    if they are still alive... I must rescue them!" I insisted on going there.


    After all, the disappearance of those genius teenagers was closely rted to "Stephanie". I felt the


    need to investigate, either out of guilt or a genuine desire for truth.


    Steven slowly let go of my hand, his voice hoarse. "I''ll go with you..."


    No matter what, the priority was to find the missing geniuses at all costs.