Revenge After Death

Benjamin pivoted his wheelchair to face me directly. "I remember vividly the time I confided in you about my plan for revenge. You told me that as a human being, leaving a way out for others is also leaving a way out for yourself.

"It made me think of the time I was pushed off the roller coaster and how I had hoped someone would come and save me."

But no one could save him. What awaited him was only fear, pain, and... a lifetime of disability.

"On a selfish note, why should I leave a way out for these people? Did they ever leave one for me in the first place?" Benjamin smirked, a strange smile on his face.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine. I wanted to leave here to warn them. That was not the way to the 14th floor! It was Benjamin's final trap!

The door to the control room suddenly closed, trapping me inside.

My heart was beating a little faster, and I glared at Benjamin. "Let them out!"

Benjamin laughed gleefully. "Haha... Stephie, you can't save them."

I gazed at the surveillance monitor in panic. Once Steven and the others descended the stairs, the exit would close automatically, leaving them all trapped in that confined space.

"What are you going to do to them?" I felt like I was suffocating, like there was a weight pressing down on my chest. I seemed to lose control at that moment.

I turned to face Benjamin and forcefully pulled him down. I swiftly plunged the dagger into his palm. "Release them..."

When I regained consciousness, I found Benjamin on the brink of death. A haunting smile lingered on his lips amid the blood stains.

"When I was three years old, I was diagnosed with congenital heart disease. My parents tirelessly worked from dawn to dusk, saving up for five years to cover my surgery expenses. I truly believed they would never give up on me as they were my biological parents.

"However, what transpired shattered my world. On my eighth birthday, they abandoned me at the market, and I've not heard from them since."

Benjamin smirked sarcastically. "Later, I was sent to the orphanage. I naively believed that my companions there were all abandoned children as well. I hoped that by sticking together and providing comfort, we could create a new family for ourselves...

"I believed that we could be like siblings even though we weren't related by blood. But why did they push me into the abyss over just an egg, a piece of bread, a glass of milk, and a spot on a roller coaster?

"I've struggled and worked hard, longing to break free. I understand that the human heart holds no pure good or evil. Our thoughts shape everything. A single thought has the power to transform into a devil or an act of kindness."

Benjamin's laughter echoed crazily through the room. Blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth. He forcefully pushed my hand aside, fought to reach the wall with his impaired legs, and finally leaned against it.

"There's someone in the dark little

room. He used to be the principal of the special needs school. I told him that in order to survive, he should kill anyone who entered." Benjamin pointed to the monitor and asked me to look at it.

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I stood up in despair and observed the small, din room. I was also searching for a device to make a call. I wanted to remind Steven that there was someone inside. However, I couldn't see clearly what was happening. I could only hear the sounds coming from inside. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Someone was screaming.

"Let them go! Open the door!" I couldn't locate the control switch, so I couldn't kill Benjamin yet.

I grabbed his collar, my eyes blazing with fury. "Steve is still inside! There are so many innocent people. You're out of your mind!"

Benjamin glanced in my direction and suddenly smiled. The smile was no longer wild but rather filled with a sense of relief.

With trembling hands that were stained with blood, he gently wiped the tears from my face. "Stephie... you're crying. You've learned to be afraid, haven't you?"

I felt my body stiffen. All of a sudden, I released my grip on Benjamin. His gaze pierced right through me as if he could see into my soul.

I was suddenly overwhelmed by fear and panic. What kind of connection did I have with him? And how did it relate to this dead end?

"Please, let them out." I was unable to locate the switch to open the secret room, and I realized that Benjamin's design of this supposed "escape exit" was a dead end. There was no way out and no mechanism to release them.

Benjamin stared at the monitor, his voice raspy. "Stephie, this is a dead end. Every ten minutes, the light in the secret room flickers for three seconds. Their chances of survival are based on pure luck."

I kicked him out of anger, then

quickly turned around and looked at

the monitor with fear. As he had mentioned, ten minutes later, the light in the secret room turned on. In just three seconds, I saw blood covering the floor and dead bodies.

The masked man was dead, and Howard appeared to be wounded, having been stabbed in the thigh. The darkness left them unable to even recall the killer's whereabouts.