Revenge After Death



Yasmin had become deeply reliant on Michael. Without his support, she might not have been able to survive. Living with HIV, she had been on medication to manage it throughout the year.

It appeared that her life had been largely shattered. The Rebels were toying with her, preventing her from dying easily. Her days were filled with fear, a sensation even more torturous than the thought of dying.

"Michael, if you raise and love a cat, but it passes away, so you choose to clone its cells to create a new cat, will your love for the original cat continue with the cloned cat?"

Just as Steven and I were leaving, I heard Una's voice. She was asking Michael if he was willing to extend his feelings for Stephanie to her.

My steps froze. I was uninterested in Michael's answer. Steven appeared worried that I might change my mind, so he grasped my hand and stormed out angrily.

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed from the staircase entrance. It was Eason's voice! We immediately ran downstairs.

On the 15th floor, Eason noticed a woman acting strangely in the restroom. She was leaning on the sink, and her eyes were red, with blood coming out from the corners.

"Do you need help?" Eason approached her cautiously and asked.

Suddenly, the woman collapsed onto the ground, leaving Eason filled with fear. That was when he unleashed a piercing scream.

Joel quickly approached Eason and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Eason breathed a sigh of relief and instinctively pointed at the woman on the ground. "Call the police." Joel couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you and Zion... the only two policemen on this cruise?"

Only then did Eason realize that he was a policeman. After clearing his throat to dispel the embarrassment, Eason immediately cordoned off the crime scene with maintenance signs to restrict access and protect the integrity of the area. "It appears that the killer has begun killing people."

"In such a short period, from leaving the hall until now, he managed to silently kill someone..." Joel frowned as he spoke.

Steven, Zion, Rachel, and I hurried down and saw the body that had been surrounded.

"Look." Rachel pointed to the mirror, where the abbreviation "CN" was written in lipstick.

"What's the meaning of 'CN'?" Joel asked.

"The next victim's initials. The Yesa police said that this murderer is extremely arrogant. Before he kills the next person, he'll leave a notice in advance next to the body." Zion surveyed the scene vigilantly.

This was also similar to the Huma serial murder case. The serial murder case in Huma involved a Death List of people who were targeted to die. In Yesa, the murderer issued a notice before killing each person. It seemed that the serial murder case in Huma was more challenging, which might have led the murderer in Yesa to feel provoked.

"CN. We need to find a list of everyone who boarded the ship to protect the next potential victim from the murderer. Otherwise, we'll be lost."

Time was ticking, and this murderer was too arrogant.

Other guests screamed upon finding the body.

Soon, news of the death spread quickly on the cruise ship.

Just as we were about to approach the staff on the cruise ship to request the name list, another scream echoed from the deck.

We hurried over and caught sight of a stunning woman in a slip dress standing rigidly by the guardrail on the deck. Her face was ashen, and her lips were stained with blood. It was unmistakable that she was dead.

"How did he manage to do it in such a short amount of time?" asked Zion in astonishment, rapidly approaching to assess the situation.

Next to the body, a word was written in blood, "You." The first woman to see that body became his next target.

I turned around and looked at the deck warily. He had to be hiding among the group of people here. Otherwise, he wouldn't know who saw the body first. He would likely consider me or Rachel as his next target.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Steven stood protectively in front of me, his gaze indifferent yet daring as he surveyed everyone on the deck. It was as if he was silently challenging anyone who dared to harm the person he cared about.