Revenge After Death

Chapter 149

“Yasmin’s

in’s serial number at the orphanage was number 37. They numbered the orphans based on when they joined regardless of age. But children of the same age would be grouped together, so their serial numbers were mixed up.

“Based on the photo from the orphanage and after we arrange the serial numbers, the next person should be Yasmin,” Zion said.

He then looked at Steven and asked, “Are you able to pinpoint where Yasmin is?”

“Why were all the previous victims female? Stephanie Carlson wasn’t from the orphanage,” I said, confused.

“Because most of the orphans were girls, and there were very few boys. That’s why the previous couple of victims were women,” Zion explained.

“I think the murderer seems to be sacrificing the victims. The way he killed Stephanie Carlson was completely different compared to the rest of the victims.

“Stephanie was injected with an anesthetic and barely went through any pain throughout the process. All the other victims besides the one kneeling in the shoe cupboard went through great torment and pain. Some even died from shock.”

Steven suddenly seemed to recall something and snatched away the notebook and pen

from Zion’s hands. “The 12 horoscopes are in different positions. The last victim was

found at the South Bay docks… toward the southeast.

Steven drew a circle on the notebook and then began plotting a location. “If the orphanage is the center… then the location is… the South Bay docks. The next one would be Neinstreet, West Quay!”

Steven had calculated the location where the murderer would dump the next victim’s body. “He’s going to dump the body here, which means he’ll be killing them nearby. He

wouldn’t dare to take action too far away.

“The only suitable place to kill someone would be this abandoned pharmaceutical factory.

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“Hurry up and go to the factory!” Zion turned to Phil. “What are you standing there for?”

Phil still hadn’t recovered from his shock. He quickly gave Steven a thumbs–up, finding him incredibly impressive.

I looked at Steven in shock too. He really was pretty amazing for being able to calculate where the serial killer would kill his next victim and dump the body.

We went to the pharmaceutical factory in Zion’s car. The abandoned factory looked quite desolate.

Yasmin was tied to the roof, which was an incredibly obvious spot. She was pale with

fright and calling out for help. There was a rope around her neck with a lit candle at its other end. If the flame burned the rope through, Yasmin would fall due to gravity and be hung to death.

The murderer was using this method to make Yasmin, his victim, suffer the most pain and despair before her death.

“Michael, save me!” Yasmin cried out when she saw us.

I sneered.

True love, indeed. She still remembered to call for Michael’s help even in such a circumstance.

Michael had come over with the police, his nose still bruised. He hurriedly rushed forward to try and undo the rope around Yasmin.

Steven silently watched Michael, neither saying a word nor stopping him.

Michael didn’t know that if someone undid the rope around Yasmin right now, she would fall and hang to death. With how much Yasmin weighed, falling from such a height would snap her neck right away.

The murderer had accounted for all this to happen.

I saw through Steven’s intent. He wasn’t stopping them because he despised Michael and

Yasmin.

“I’d advise you not to simply touch anything, Michael,” Zion said.

Steven and I could hate Michael and Yasmin all we wanted and stay silent, but Zion wasn’t going to sit by and let tragedy happen.

“What are you just standing there for, then? Save her!” Michael exclaimed angrily.

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“We still have a chance to save Yasmin before the candle burns through the rope.” Zion walked over and pointed at the countless knots and ropes all tled to Yasmin.

This warehouse had a very high roof, about three stories off the ground. Yasmin was now hanging on top of it. If there was no way to secure her, she would die from the fall.

Yasmin would die from undoing the wrong knot or the rope being burned through. The same fate awaited her whether she remained hanging from the rope or falling from it. being cut.

Michael was frantic. “What are all you police officers doing just standing there? Hurry up and find a way to save Yasmin! You promised to keep her safe!”

I sneered. Michael knew to panic now.

“You should’ve been able to tell that the murderer is very intelligent by now. We’re just the police, not geniuses. Give us some time to figure this out.” Zion found Michael irritating.