Both Michael and Zion jumped down, emerging from the vent d in clothes that were disheveled and distorted.


    The entire 15th floor was a vast amusement park. However, the atmosphere in the amusement park was rather eerie.


    "This feeling is so familiar..." In an instant, a sharp headache shot through me. I instinctively raised my hand to grasp at my hair, seeking relief from the pain.


    This amusement park was a replica of the one donated by Huma Charity to Double Stars Welfare Home.Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    All of the amusement facilities were donated. The amusement park, which had long been abandoned, was located in the backyard of the orphanage. Why did the murderer want to recreate this ce? "Wee to Double Stars Amusement Park, a ce for everyone to enjoy!" The eerie voice echoed once again.


    I seemed to hearughter in the air and the sound of children at the orphanage ying with toys. I faintly recalled that my parents applied for the amusement park several times and tirelessly negotiated with the charity to make it happen.


    However, there was an ident at the amusement park. A child from the orphanage had his legs trapped in the roller coaster, resulting in amputation and paralysis. Consequently, the park was closed. Subsequently, the orphanage prohibited the children from visiting the amusement park.


    "This..." I walked to the carousel and saw the old-fashioned ride from ten years ago. The wooden horses looked strange with their weird eyes. Even the music sounded odd.


    "What in the world does that lunatic want to do?" Zion furrowed his brows and cursed.


    "Who knows what he wants to do? He''s a lunatic..." Howard''s voice was trembling in his panic, and it was clear that he was trying to hide something.


    I looked at him suspiciously. "What do you know?"


    "What nonsense are you talking about?" Howard refused to admit it.


    I walked forward along the carousel without asking any questions. There were slides, indoor roller coasters, and swing rides...


    "They should all be on this floor. Let''s go meet them first," Zion eximed, walking forward to locate Steven and the rest.


    I stood there, gazing nkly at the rides. What was the message the killer sought to convey?


    A sudden scream echoed nearby.


    Michael, Zion, and Howard all rushed over. I couldn''t seem to hear it. I was lost deep in contemtion of the murderer''s intentions.


    I detected the powerful smell of


    blood on the roller coaster track as it continuously passed through. Back then, a child at the orphanage had


    his legs crushed by the track of this children''s roller coaster.


    "Stephany, unless you die, they''ll never believe that I''m Stephanie." Suddenly, someone forcefully pushed me from behind. Yasmin truly desired to kill me.


    The roller coaster made a loud noise.


    Instantly, I reached out to grab Yasmin. I pulled her down and then turned her over before pressing her onto the track. Before the roller coaster came over us, I released her. Yasmin sat up straight in fear. The roller coaster whizzed past her head, her expression filled with fright.


    Strangling Yasmin, I asked, "Were you trying to kill me?"


    She grabbed my hand in agony.


    I moved closer to her face and observed with great attention. Indeed, I discovered valuable clues within her cochlea.


    "Let me guess why you suddenly


    became smart. Ah... It appears that


    you and the person behind you are well-prepared. He anticipated the serial killer''s attack and covertly ced an invisible wireless earpiece in your ear ahead of time."


    I delivered a powerful p to her face. Yet, I failed to dislodge the earpiece that was well hidden in her ears.


    Yasmin red at me intensely.


    I grinned at her and delivered another firm p, this time with a bit more force. It caused her mouth to bleed from the corners. In the end, the tiny, imperceptible earpiece finally dislodged itself.


    I stood up and crushed the earpiece.


    "Is it Peter? Anti-detection and anti-shielding invisible earpiece? Even if the murderer blocks the phone signal, he won''t be able to


    block the signal of your earpiece."


    I smiled and nced down at Yasmin. "Peter could contact you through the inte, so he should be nearby, right? Instead of calling the police for help, he let you continue. What''s his intention?"


    I inferred that Peter was unwilling to involve the police or even inform them. Yasmin was his bait. He was setting a trap. He aimed to apprehend the murderer himself.