Revenge After Death



Zion turned around and relayed the message to us, who were still on the deck.

"Being able to break someone's neck with your bare hands? I've only seen this in movies. I'll give it a try," Joel muttered, then raised his hands to experiment with Eason's head.

Eason looked at Joel warily. "Go away!"

Joel chuckled, and I found myself amused as well. Zion rested against the door frame with a helpless smile. "Enough causing trouble. Go check on the people on the deck first."

Eason nodded, his gaze shifting toward the men who remained on the deck. They didn't seem particularly strong, lacking the prowess to effortlessly snap someone's neck.

"Rachel?" Zion had just shared a few words with us when Rachel, who had been inspecting the corpse outside the bathroom door on the 15th floor, suddenly vanished.

Zion was extremely panicked. "Rachel!"

Steven and I also rushed over.

"Both of you, stay back and investigate," Steven instructed Joel and Eason.

We rapidly descended to the 15th floor and hurried into the bathroom, only to find no trace of Rachel. It was as if she vanished before our very eyes in a matter of seconds.

"Rachel..." I stood there, breathing heavily. I hit my forehead hard.

"No! This is wrong! The murderer must have just been on the deck. He couldn't have had much time to leave the crime scene. But how did he manage to take Rach away?" I looked around nervously and hastily exited the bathroom.

While I was anxiously trying to figure out how the murderer committed the crime, Steven unexpectedly kicked an elderly lady with a hunched figure. The lady screamed in fear and looked at Steven. A few of us rushed over.

"Steven, you..." Zion looked at Steven with a puzzled look.

In the past, I might have unconsciously questioned Steven's motives for attacking the elderly lady. But I now firmly believe that Steven had a valid reason behind his actions.

I stepped forward and firmly grasped the collar of the person in front of me. As my hand touched the person's skin, I noticed an unnatural texture. The person seemed to have applied a substance resembling egg liquid, and it had dried up and shrunk.

To my surprise, behind this disguise was not a woman but a man. "Where's Rachel?"

After I pulled off his wig, Zion rushed up and kicked him directly. "Where's Rachel?"

The murderer ceased pretending and leaned against the wall, laughing maniacally. "It only takes a few seconds for me to kill someone. You discovered it too late... She's already dead."

I suddenly noticed my breathing was irregular, and my fingers were shaking. As I lost consciousness, I faintly heard Zion and Eason calling my name. When I regained my composure, I realized I had pulled the murderer into the bathroom, and my hands were covered in blood.

The murderer lay dying, yet a smile still played on his face as he uttered, "We're of the same kind."

I struck him on the bridge of the nose, my voice low. "Someone who pursues perfection as diligently as you wouldn't rush to kill. You'd surely hide the person first, wait until we're far away, and then arrange it

to your liking."

The murderer stared at me, a flash of emotion in his eyes. "Are you the mastermind behind the serial murder case? The one who provoked me and urged me to board the cruise?"

I was stunned and confused. "What do you mean?"

"The Huma serial murder case... The murderer sent me letters to provoke me and even took the life of the dog I raised for six years. He said I was worthless and dared me to come to Huma and board this cruise. He said he'd be waiting for me here.

"So I've been killing people to lure him out. I'm sure he's on board." The murderer looked at me and the others who rushed in warily.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

My blood ran cold in an instant. The murderer from the serial murder case... The one who took Stephanie's life, the individual seared into my memory with a distinct red birthmark on his arm, his hoarse yet all too familiar voice...