Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: CHAPTER 83 Chapter 83: CHAPTER 83 “Juliet’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 Juliet,” Zion said.

He then looked at Dexter and asked, “Are you able to pinpoint where Juliet is?” “Why were all the previous victims female?

Sophia Milford 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 Sophia Milford was completely different compared to the rest of the victims.” “Sophia 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.” Dexter 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.” Dexter 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!” Dexter 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.” The development in Fleetfield had forced a lot of factories to move out of the area, but no actual development had actually begun there.

“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 Dexter a thumbs€“up, finding him incredibly impressive.

I looked at Dexter 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.

Juliet 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, Juliet would fall due to gravity and be hung to death.

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

“Damien, save me!” Juliet cried out when she saw us.

I sneered.

True love, indeed.

She still remembered to call for Damien’s help even in such a circumstance.

Damien had come over with the police, his nose still bruised.

He hurriedly rushed forward to try and undo the rope around Juliet.

Dexter silently watched Damien, neither saying a word nor stopping him.

Damien didn’t know that if someone undid the rope around Juliet right now, she would fall and hang to death.

With how much Juliet weighed, falling from such a height would snap her neck right away.

The murderer had accounted for all this to happen.

I saw through Dexter’s intent.

He wasn’t stopping them because he despised Damien and Juliet.

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

Dexter and I could hate Damien and Juliet 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!” Damien exclaimed angrily “We still have a chance to save Juliet before the candle burns through the rope.” Zion walked over and pointed at the countless knots and ropes all tled to Juliet.

This warehouse had a very high roof, about three stories off the ground.

Juliet was now hanging on top of it.

If there was no way to secure her, she would die from the fall.

Juliet 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.

Damien was frantic.

“What are all you police officers doing just standing there?

Hurry up and find a way to save Juliet!

You promised to keep her safe!” I sneered.

Damien 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 Damien irritating.

Zion stared at the rope, sweat already beading on his forehead from anxiety.

“The murderer is way too smart… If the candle is moved out of position or extinguished, the direction of the breeze nearby will change and make the iron beads fall like dominoes.

The blade positioned above will fall and cut the rope and Juliet will die.” If the beads were taken away prior, there would be uneven weight distribution.

Juliet didn’t dare move an inch while hanging on the roof.

“Damien… save me.

I’m so scared.” Juliet sobbed.

“I’d advise you to not speak so loudly.

These ropes and systems are balanced very delicately.

The more you yell, the sooner you’ll die,” I warned.

Juliet’s face reddened with fright.

She didn’t dare cry out anymore and only sobbed quietly.

As I looked at Juliet hanging there, I felt… delighted, for some reason.

I had to admit… I had the evil thought of not saving her.

I knew Dexter could save her, but I didn’t want him to.

Zion looked at Phil and the rest of the police force.

“Whatever we move now will put Juliet at risk.

When will backup arrive?” They had arranged for a helicopter to rescue Juliet from the roof.

“But it’ll take at least 20 minutes for the helicopter to arrive here at this developmental area… Juliet clearly couldn’t wait that long.

“What do you mean 20 minutes?

The rope will have already snapped by then!” Damien roared at the police.

He turned to look at Dexter, targeting him.

“Was it you?

Did you do this?

Did you lure us all here on purpose?

You’re the murderer!

You must be!” Dexter looked at Damien coldly, staying silent.

“Don’t you go around accusing people!” I warned Damien.

“If Dexter hadn’t discovered where Juliet was, she would’ve already been dead,” Zion warned as well, making Damien calm down.

Dexter continued standing where he was, the air incredibly tense around him.

I wasn’t sure if I saw it right, but there was a hint of delight in Dexter’s eyes.

I probably saw that wrong, right?

“It must be him!

How else would he know Juliet would be here?” Damien was still angry.

“I suggest you calm down, Mr.

Coleman.

The only person who can save Juliet before she dies is Dexter, so you’d better beg him to help save Juliet!” Zion yelled, grabbing Damien by the collar.

“You want me to beg him?

Bah!” Damien clearly wasn’t going to do that.

Dexter leaned against a pillar coldly, not saying a word.

“I promise you Juliet will not survive for long.” Zion’s brows were furrowed.

“Looks like Juliet’s not that important to you, huh?” I sneered, feeling gleeful at my once€“in€“a€“ lifetime chance to threaten Damien.

“Are you able to save her, Dexter?” Phil asked frantically as he looked at Dexter.

Dexter stayed silent.

I knew that he wouldn’t save Juliet if I didn’t ask him to.

In the end, Damien still spat out the words, “What… will it take for you to save Juliet?” Dexter straightened up and said darkly, “I’ll save her… if you kill yourself.

You have three minutes to think about it.”