Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: CHAPTER 32 Chapter 32: CHAPTER 32 “Crazy!

You’re a lunatic!” Zion kicked Dexter.

His colleagues tried to pull Zion away.

“Officer Landon, this is not the time to be so rash.

Although we don’t know why he’s so persistent in admitting to being the murderer… the timelines don’t match up.’ Zion took a deep breath and stood up straight.

Dexter suddenly pointed at himself in fear.

“It was me… I… killed them.

Kill me!” He wanted Zion to kill him.

Zion frowned and didn’t say anything.

“Keep investigating until he tells the truth.” Even if Dexter admitted to the murders, he had a psychiatric evaluation and many alibis” Violette’s whole body was shaking as she followed Zion.

Damien also trailed behind them.

He was silent, but his face looked unsightly.

I looked at Damien and suddenly smiled.

The police had finally found my body.

This way, Damien could finally find relief.

He had probably been wishing for my death for a long time.

“Are you sure you want to go?” Before getting in the car, Zion asked Violette again.

Her face was equally ashen.

When she got into the car, her legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Subconsciously, I reached out to help her, but it was futile.

My hands simply passed through her.

I couldn’t touch anyone.

“She’s not dead.” Damien frowned, still insisting on his belief.

Violette glared at Damien with loathing and got into the car.

I sat next to Violette, staring out the window in a daze.

I had come to the point where I no longer had any feelings or expectations for Damien.

He and Juliet had done this to me.

All of my love and gratitude for them had been exhausted.

The police cordoned off the orphanage, with officers on patrol everywhere.

Several ambulances were parked there, which seemed a bit unnecessary.

It was obvious that this was the first crime scene of all the murders.

I smiled bitterly.

What were the ambulances for if I was already dead?

“Why didn’t they find this cellar despite multiple searches?” Zion’s superior also came since this was a major case.

Zion quickly explained, “It’s our bad.

This orphanage has long been abandoned.

There are no building blueprints, and this cellar is well-hidden…” I looked at the cellar curiously.

It was in a small warehouse behind the abandoned yard.

Under the wooden floor was a private cellar, emitting an eerie atmosphere.

I had no memory of this place at all.

I was unconscious before being dragged in by the murderer.

Then, I woke up halfway and found myself in a dim place with no idea of how I got there.

“This cellar is well-hidden.

It’s hard to believe that anyone would find it by accident.

Who was the first person to discover it?” Zion asked.

“Officer Landon, I was the one who found it.

It’s strange… Yesterday, I came here a few times but I didn’t notice anything unusual.

But today, I saw footprints on the floor…” Phil was a little skeptical, wondering if he hadn’t been observant enough yesterday.

“It’s my fault.

I was careless yesterday.” “It’s not your fault.

The killer wanted to let us find out.” Zion’s expression was dark.

He lit a cigarette.

This murderer was a cunning one.

“Isn’t the murderer that madman?” Phil asked curiously.

“Either he had an accomplice or he took the blame for someone else.” Zion shook his head.

There were too many doubts here.

Phil and the others fell silent.

They stood at the entrance of the cellar, reluctant to go down.

“Officer Landon, you need… to be prepared.

Frank just went down there and came out vomiting.

It’s a little complicated there.

The medical staff are still trying to figure it out.” Zion took a deep breath before turning to look at Violette and Damien.

“They’re family members of the victim.

They’re here to make identification easier…” “The doctor is here.

So does that mean… Is Sophia still alive?” Violette grabbed Zion’s arm in panic.

“Is she still alive?” Zion’s gaze was solemn.

“Both of you… come with me.” Damien was a little agitated, but at the critical moment, he seemed to lose his nerve.

He hesitated for a long time before going down.

I stood by and mocked him for being cowardly.

Was Damien afraid now?

Wasn’t it because of him that I ended up like this?

Damien… must be the accomplice.

I followed Violette down to the cellar.

I was almost overwhelmed by the fear that came over me.

Shaking, I clenched my fists tightly.

Even if I had already become a soul, I was still terrified.

Suddenly, Violette stopped in her tracks.

When she saw the sight before her, she shuddered and turned pale.

She turned around and vomited.

It was the biological reaction to seeing something so saddening and horrifying.

It wasn’t that she found it disgusting.

There was a glass enclosure inside the dark pit.

It was lit up, making it seem like a cultural exhibit in a museum.

Inside the enclosure, she could see me hooked up to countless drips.

I looked like a doll that was deliberately placed there.

My eyes were gouged out, and the murderer had covered my eyes with a red slip of cloth… My skin was already deathly pale.

I was dressed in a red strappy dress, and my legs were pinned to the platform.

Firefighters and doctors carefully opened the glass enclosure.

Everyone let out a gasp when they saw me.

At that moment, my corpse looked like the most beautiful masterpiece on display… Damien stood there with his gaze flickering.

His eyes were filled with terror and mixed emotions.

I didn’t know what he was thinking at that moment.

Even I… didn’t dare to take another look.

“That sicko… even pulled out her nails and inlaid them with crystals.

Her earrings are also made of crystals, and her skin is encrusted with crystals… Everything Sophia is wearing is priceless.

Even this glass enclosure isn’t made of normal glass…” “The patient has a pulse!

There are weak breath sounds!” the doctor yelled loudly, warning everyone to be careful with me.

I stared at the doctor in shock.

There was a pulse?

And breath sounds?

What was the meaning of this?

I wasn’t dead?

“The culprit must have injected the victim with a huge amount of drugs.

These are pretty much liquid nourishment tubes for sustaining life.

The victim is unconscious, but there are still signs of life,” the doctor explained.

Violette crumpled to the ground.

Her emotions were all over the place.

“Sophia… Save her, please.

Zion, please save her.

Doctor… please, please save her.” She knelt on the ground and begged.

Her body was quivering like a leaf.

She didn’t know who to beg so that I could survive.

“That man is a psycho… The victim can only lie in this position.

If we move her.” The doctor sighed.

“No… Save her, please!” Violette begged them tearfully.

I stood there numbly and slowly closed my eyes.

At that moment, I sort of understood why my soul hadn’t disappeared together with my body.

It was because I wasn’t truly dead.

After a long time, Damien finally uttered hoarsely, “Save her…” Save her.

Those two words sounded like mockery.

His face was ashen.

He took two steps forward stiffly, as though he wanted to make sure that the person inside the glass enclosure was indeed me.

“That bastard… I’m going to kill him.” Damien’s voice was hoarse and deep, like it was being ground out.

He was shaking.

When he confirmed that the person inside the glass enclosure was me, he bowed his head and didn’t dare to look up.

His red eyes seemed incredibly sorrowful.

However, his every move right now felt like mockery to me.

It was laughable.

“You’re the one who did this to her!” Violette screamed hysterically.

She rushed forward to slap him.

“You asshole!” Damien stood there helplessly, allowing Violette to lose her mind.

He didn’t move an inch.

I stood there, watching the police and the doctors panic.

My best friend was losing control, and Zion held her back.

I watched as Damien lost his balance and fell on his behind….

“Officer Hills, Sophia lost her pulse!” The doctor’s heart rate monitor let out piercing beeps.

My vision grew blurrier until darkness swallowed me.

So this was what death felt like.