"Do you still rember , Dexter? I’m Logan Cooper." The man who hit their car ignored Eason and greeted Dexter instead. Or rather, he seed to look down on Eason.
Eason’s fists balled up as he stood unmoving, seemingly down in the dumps. Soone as cocky and sassy as him was now allowing soone else to act insolently before him?
"How disgusting. Even the air has turned disgusting" he mumbled. He then took out an alcohol wipe and cleaned his hands repeatedly before putting on his gloves.
I paused to observe Eason for a mont—he did have germaphobia. He was also aloof back when I first t him. He had to put his gloves on no matter where he went.
At first, I even thought sothing was wrong with his hands. Perhaps he had burns or sothing of the like. I later found out that it was rely his germaphobia.
But at so point, Eason no longer acted cocky and wore his gloves less often. Today was rather unusual for him.
"Dexter?" Logan called out persistently when he saw that Dexter was ignoring him.
Dexter replied indifferently, "I don’t rember you."
Logan’s expression faltered slightly. He then said with a smile, "It’s only normal that you don’t. You’re a great genius, after all. How could you possibly rember normies like us? Am I right, Hudson?"
He then reached out to pat Eason on the shoulders.
"Don’t touch !" Eason lost control of his emotions and instinctively reached for the gun in Zion’s hand. Zion was alard by his action. As a police officer with an assigned gun, he couldn’t let anyone casually take it away-not even a colleague. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and dodged out of the way.
Logan chuckled as he looked at Eason. "Who would’ve thought? You missed the advanced class reunion a few days ago. I only heard that you had beco a police officer then."
Eason remained silent, as if he was enduring it. After observing him for a good while, I figured that he probably had a story of his own.
"Co with us for the investigation," Zion said angrily as he pressed Logan against the car.
Logan was cooperative as he got into the car with a smile. He looked aningfully at Dexter. "There weren’t too many who attended the advanced class gathering this ti. There’ll be another one coming up in a few days’ ti. All of you should attend it, okay?"
He spoke loudly.
Eason watched as Zion brought Logan away. He then started muttering in a deep voice, as if talking to himself. But at the sa ti, it seed like he was also talking to us.
He said, "Actually, I had a thought when the serial murder cases started. I wondered if Sion was the murderer. But I realized that it wasn’t him later on."
"What?" I asked.
Eason continued, "It’s impossible that Sion would give up on toying with if he were still alive and was the murderer. He would’ve killed all these scums as well."
He seed to be in pain. As a police officer, he struggled between justice and evil. They said that a person’s nature would either keep them sane or lead them astray.
"Logan’s appearance definitely isn’t just a coincidence," Dexter said, voice low and frowning.
There had to be a purpose behind Logan’s appearance, be it Geno Society or the Rebels.
"He seems to be targeting you," I reminded Dexter to be careful.
He shook his head and looked at Eason. "It seed like he was targeting . But in reality, he had been provoking Eason all along, intentionally or otherwise."
"But Eason isn’t related to Geno Society," I said rather curiously.
I watched as he got into the car dazedly. Only then did I continue, "Surely, Logan appeared with a purpose. Why would he want to provoke an outsider like Eason?"
"Perhaps he has other ulterior motives," Dexter said aningfully. He then took my hand and got into the car.
I paused for a mont. Suddenly, I realized sothing. He might have been targeting Sion by targeting Eason.
Joel was considered the only successful experintal subject in Dexter’s Reincarnation Project. But many believed that he was a fake who was pretending. They thought he was rely a recipient of a mory transplant.
It was especially so for Mrs. Coleman, who was overly eager to prove the authenticity of the Reincarnation Project.
So, this whole thing was targeted at Joel.
They were planning to conduct so sort of experint in order to prove that Joel was actually Sion. Was it sothing like an emotional experint?
Just like how they used to test Dexter. And just like how they used Dexter’s feelings toward to determine that I was indeed Sophia Milford.
"But that’s not it. The reason why the emotional experint was valuable and aningful is because you love . Does it work the sa way with hatred as well?" I asked, intrigued by it.
Joel and Eason were sworn enemies, and they were both n. "Aren’t they sworn enemies?"
Dexter coughed before stamring, "Your cognitive world may not comprehend it, but feelings... aren’t about soul connection. They’re also unrelated to gender."
I was rather confused. It was indeed in my cognitive blind spot.
"I would still love you if... you were to reincarnate in a man’s body." Dexter’s ears turned red. I parted my mouth slightly, unable to react all of a sudden.
After following Dexter into the car, I watched the way Eason was driving distractedly.
"Um, it might be dangerous for him to drive now" Eason hit the gas and sped away before I could even finish my sentence.
I experienced the terrifying sensation of a roller coaster for the first ti. My survival instinct kicked in as Thugged Dexter tight. "Life’s still worth living, Eason!"
Eason suddenly jerked the steering wheel hard. He had gone mad!
"You shouldn’t behave like this, Officer Grant! Let’s talk it out-"I hugged Dexter tight and mumbled," What’s got into him now?"
"I don’t know." Dexter was considerably calr than I was.
Eason sped away throughout the journey, forcefully completing a 30-minute journey in under 20 minutes.
I took a deep breath and got out of the car. I then whispered to Dexter, "Do police officers not get fined for speeding?"
"They do," Dexter answered seriously.
I noticed that sothing wasn’t right with the way Eason was acting. "Is he going to be fine walking away like this?"
Dexter took out his phone and called Joel. "Eason has gone mad."
"I’m taking an exam here!" Joel seed to be in the middle of a placent exam. It was almost ti for his college entrance exam soon.
"He bumped into Logan Cooper from the advanced class today," Dexter added.
Joel fell silent on the other end of the call. I heard him turning in his paper early shortly after. "These questions are too easy, sir. I’m totally wasting my ti and life here. I’ll take my leave now. It’s super urgent!"
He then ended the call soon after. Dexter and I both looked at each other.
"How did you find out that Joel was actually Sion?" I was curious about Dexter and Sion’s story.
Back then, Simon was burned to death trying to protect Dexter. It must have been a painful way for him to die.
How did Dexter recognize that Joel was actually Sion at first glance, then?
"His attention-seeking behavior and neuroticism are irreplaceable. It’s just like how Al can never replace humans." The way Dexter had said it sounded deep. To put it simply, he was calling Sion a neurotic attention seeker who can’t be impersonated.
"Besides, he was the one who escaped and found ." Dexter looked at and started telling about Sion and his story.
"Back then, during the fire... It wasn’t that I didn’t want to escape... It wasn’t because of... my selfishness that caused Sion to die. It wasn’t that—"Dexter lowered his head as he recalled the horrifying mories of his past.
I held his hands tightly, signaling for him not to be afraid. They were all in the past now.
Many had misunderstood Dexter after that incident. They believed that he was too stubborn and refused to leave the orphanage. They believed that it was because he refused to leave that room that he ended up being burned, even causing Sion’s death.
Yet, only Sion and Dexter knew what the actual truth was.
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