I couldn’t help but glance at Dexter. When Juliet pretended to be Sophia, I wasn’t really worried.
Only soone as gullible as Damien would fall for it... But when even Damien didn’t believe Juliet, I realized just how lacking her disguise skills were.
Peter exploited Juliet by using her to impersonate the supposed reincarnation of Sophia to deceive Damien and Dexter. However, Juliet’s lack of acting skills and low IQ were ultimately detrintal to the plan.
Given Peter’s intelligence, one would assu that he would refrain from making such a foolish error. Surprisingly, he allowed Juliet to proceed with it nevertheless.
Linda also ntioned that Peter was a kind person. He supported Sophia’s parents and was the one who looked out for Sophia.
Upon reflection, it appeared that Peter might have been acting as a whistleblower. It seed he intentionally allowed soone with a low IQ like Juliet to attract our attention. He wanted to disclose the information beforehand, showing that there were multiple ’Sophia’ within the organization.
I found myself subconsciously glancing at Dexter, nervously reaching for his hand. If it were Juliet, there would be nothing to worry about.
But what if there truly was another Sophia? Sophia herself was an experintal subject, and her identical twin with the sa gene could be even more alike.
"I want to see her," Dexter declared, expressing his desire to et that "Sophia."
My fingers stiffened for a mont, and then I gradually released Dexter’s wrist.
Nancy smiled and gestured for Dexter to follow her. "Let’s go."
Dexter glanced at and gave a reassuring look. I firmly grasped his wrist again and t Nancy’s gaze. "I’m going too."
Nancy did not stop or refuse. It was as if she had been expecting it.
Zion and Eason exchanged a glance before declaring, "We’ll go as well."
Nancy glanced at Zion. "I’m sorry, Officer Landon. There isn’t enough room in my car."
Zion placed the extinguished cigarette butt in Eason’s hand and suggested seriously, "My car is larger. Dexter and Sofia will ride with . We’ll follow you."
"I’m going too!" Joel exclaid, raising his hand like an eager primary school student.
Nancy smiled and got in the car without retorting. Charles grumbled and was about to utter sothing more, but Martin quickly stopped him.
Dexter and I hopped into Zion’s car.
In the anti, Eason couldn’t help but react as he caught sight of Zion’s discarded cigarette. "Zion! This is truly going too far. I’m your leader! Your direct superior!"
"I apologize, Boss. I forgot. I mistakenly thought this was a trash can," Zion said as he glanced at Eason before getting into the car directly.
Eason was seething with rage. He was on the verge of exploding. Right then, Joel seized him by the collar. " Stop arguing. Get serious and get in the car."
As Eason was forcefully tugged by the collar, he glanced back at the young high school student. Despite being much younger, Joel spoke to him in a strangely persuasive tone as if he were addressing a child. It had been a tough day for him.
Eason held back his sharpness and posed a question to Joel before entering the car, almost as if he were pondering aloud, "Joel, let ask you... When I was investigating the organization’s base, I stumbled upon their feasibility plan for soul reincarnation and mory transfer..."
"Do you believe that the soul can truly be reincarnated?"
Joel was taken aback for a mont, and his gaze was fixed on Eason. "Theoretically, one could argue that the soul may continue to exist in a different state after departing from the physical body."
Eason shuddered, and he clasped his hands tightly. "Oh, may God bless ." He then fervently made a series of prayerful gestures. "An..."
Eason whispered, "Please bless and protect from evil spirits. God, please rewrite my fate. Please shield from being pestered by Simmy."
Joel stared at Eason as if he were a fool. He briskly opened the car door, forcefully guiding him toward the passenger seat. Joel then slipped into the car, casually positioning himself between Dexter and .
For a brief mont, I was stunned. I glanced at Dexter, and then at Joel, who seed completely unaware that anything was amiss. Dexter appeared sowhat absent-minded, constantly gazing out the window. I had initially desired to switch seats with Joel so that I could sit next to Dexter. However, I soon realized that Dexter seed preoccupied and absent-minded, which made feel incredibly uneasy.
Did he doubt it? Or did he believe what Nancy said?
Zion spoke while gazing carefully at Dexter’s reaction in the rearview mirror. He was worried about upsetting him. "After Sophia’s body was found, the forensic doctor confird the features that Damien had ntioned. There was a mole on her left chest and a birthmark on her perineum."
Dexter’s clenched hands were clearly visible, and a heavy silence enveloped the car.
"Even though identical twins may look alike, the small birthmarks on their bodies are unique. You and Sophia have known each other since childhood. Does she have these birthmarks on her body?" Zion asked tentatively.
Dexter fell silent and did not speak. I also averted my gaze and peered out the car window.
Back then, Dexter cherished "Sophia" too much. He had never engaged in any sexual activity with Sophia. So, how could he possibly be familiar with the birthmark on her private parts?
This seed to have provided Nancy with an opportunity to validate her statents. The deceased Sophia was not the authentic ’Sophia,’ after all. The real Sophia lost her mory in a car accident four years ago and was subsequently taken away by the organization.
"Dexter, do you believe what Nancy said?" Joel inquired the sa question I intended to ask.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he just glanced at . I felt overwheld with a profound lack of reassurance.
"Why are you sitting between my wife and ?" Dexter asked after a long silence, the atmosphere heavy with tension.
I looked up without thinking, my eyes slightly puffy. I saw Dexter kick Joel and reach out to hold . "I want to sit next to Sophia."
Sitting in the passenger seat, Eason pursed his lips irritably and shook his head. He started imitating Dexter, "I want to sit next to Sophia..."
Joel was forced to swap seats with Dexter, who ended up in the middle seat.
"I couldn’t help but wonder why the organization abruptly released Nancy, the parent character, and substituted Sophia with a new experintal subject."
"It seems they intend on retrieving the experintal subject ’Sofia,’ releasing a new counterpart, and then... suspending operations temporarily, biding their ti, and resuming operations when the ti is right," Dexter whispered.
Eason gave Dexter a thumbs-up. "I think so too."
Dexter tightened his grasp on my hand. "That ans... Sophia will be in danger."
They would definitely use various thods to take away.
I looked out the car window and said, "I think Nancy might be right. Sophia may not really be Sophia, but the one in her hands is Sophia. Dexter, the Sophia you love may have never loved anyone else. She’s still Sophia."
If this was indeed the ending, then it was undeniably the best possible ending for Dexter.
"Sophia..." Dexter tightened his grasp on my hand once more. I glanced at him with mixed feelings.
Nancy’s car stopped in front of a villa nestled in the suburbs of Huma. It was at the top of a mountain, and the environnt was absolutely stunning.
As I stepped out of the car, I caught sight of a figure standing on the second floor. She was wearing a white dress, and her long hair was fluttering in the wind. A sudden tightness gripped my heart, and my steps began to stiffen.
She didn’t just resemble Sophia; she was a replica. As she glanced in our direction, her gaze eventually locked onto . Our eyes t, and at that mont, my heart began to race,
Clones and identical twins... Ha! What a fascinating experintal subject, indeed.
Dexter was clearly astonished. He found himself inexplicably drawn, and without thinking, he stepped inside the yard.
Zion cursed in shock and turned to Eason. "Damn it... If I hadn’t seen Sophia’s lifeless body with my own eyes, I’d probably think she’s Sophia herself."
Eason looked concerned. "Isn’t it scary? If Sophia’s body weren’t found and her DNA was a match, no one would believe that the real Sophia was dead..."
If Damien hadn’t laid eyes on Sophia’s lifeless body and had instead encountered this woman standing before him, he would most likely have been the first to wholeheartedly believe that Sophia was alive. The re contemplation of such an occurrence was truly chilling.
Was this the reason why Sophia’s body was placed in a glass display cabinet to be publicly viewed after her death? She didn’t want to die in such a mysterious way, nor did she want to be easily replaced.
Eason whispered, "Was it Sophia who planned everything? Could it be that she took her own life... No, she’s probably the mastermind behind the serial murders, isn’t she? What we discovered in the ruined building is"
"Shh!" Zion frowned and interrupted Eason’s words.
Eason was stunned and didn’t say anything else. Joel also looked up at the woman upstairs.
Nancy stood behind and whispered, "She’s Dexter’s Sophia... Hasn’t this realization deeply unsettled you? Dexter’s Sophia should be pure in soul and body, not in love with Damien, let alone have a child with him..."
"Shut up!" I couldn’t deny the fact that her words had provoked an intense fury within , causing my emotions to spiral out of control. My entire body trembled uncontrollably. However, I was unable to counter her argunt. I appeared to be furious.
"You’re a defective product. If the organization desires to recycle you, you should discreetly disappear and return the perfect and unspoiled Sophia to Dexter. The organization will cease its activities globally, and Dexter and Sophia will pursue a secure life.
"This is the chance the organization is offering you... Sacrifice yourself and join us. The organization will release Dexter and provide him with an untarnished and whole Sophia," Nancy continued. The terms she offered were extrely tempting.
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