Dexter stood there helplessly while suppressing himself. He wanted to take action yet was afraid I might get hurt. My misunderstanding from earlier today when he hurt that pervert on the train must’ve frightened him, making him think I might get upset again if he acted too drastically.
Dexter seed really, really afraid that I might choose Damien over him.
"Sophia..." Dexter called out nervously, wanting to choose him.
I gazed at him, feeling overwheld.
When Damien saw how I didn’t struggle, he said coldly, "You’re lucky you resemble Sophia Miller."
I gritted my teeth, wanting to punch him in the face.
Raising my head, I headbutted Damien in the face before turning around and hitting him. I had really wanted to punch him for a long ti.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to in my previous life; it was just that I didn’t dare to. Damien often threatened the lives of those around . That was what he did best.
I couldn’t cross Damien then. And with the addition of the debt I owed him, I had no choice but to swallow it all down.
But now... I’d already died because of him, so screw that debt.
Dexter was stunned. He swallowed nervously as he looked at .
"What are you standing there for?" I called out to Dexter. "Co over here and beat him up with !"
Dexter ran over excitedly and was about to toss a punch at Damien when Zion grabbed him by his shirt collar. "Co with for a bit, Dexter."
Dexter glared at Zion and turned back to .
"Let’s go together," I said, ignoring Damien who was still clasping his injured nose. I then went up to hold Dexter’s hand.
Dexter was shocked. "Don’t... choose him... Sophia..."
"He’s not even a choice for ," I consoled Dexter, though I still felt confused inside.
Dexter’s emotional state was unstable, so I had to continuously console him. But this was just pity on my end, I had to leave the Black family sooner or later.
I couldn’t stay by Dexter’s side for the rest of my life, after all...
What should I do if he was too dependent on ?
Dexter seed to be in a really good mood. He was eagerly helping Zion analyze the case. "Serial number. Every child in the orphanage had a serial number. It was a... sequence of who would die first. But the director’s family wasn’t in the sequence."
It was clear that Dexter hadn’t expected the murderer to suddenly stop killing the people from the orphanage and turn to the director’s family mbers instead.
I gazed at Dexter. He seed to really understand the murderer...
"When I asked you to cooperate in the investigation previously, you always refused to say a word. What’s gotten into you today?" Zion asked Dexter curiously.
Dexter lowered his head and looked at for a long ti. "Sophia...."
"Hm?" I didn’t know why he was looking at all of a sudden.
"I only listen to Sophia," Dexter said. He ant that he’d only co along and cooperate because I asked him to.
If I hadn’t asked Dexter to co along and left him back at the Black residence, he wouldn’t have cooperated.
I didn’t know what to say.
"Is the next victim the director?" I asked. Would it be that woman?
"No..." Dexter shook his head. "Alive. Worse than death."
My heart sank.
Her husband and daughter had died. Coupled with all the orphanage children who died one after another, that kind of fear arising from all those deaths would drive one mad.
Leaving her alive was the best punishnt for her.
What did the director actually do to the murderer all those years ago?
"Did Sion... really die all those years ago in the orphanage fire?" I had already suspected Sion didn’t actually die during that fire.
"The face of the man I saw at ho was so badly burned I couldn’t tell what he looked like before. If Sion’s still alive, he’d have a motive to kill, wouldn’t he?"
The police would surely face difficulties trying to look into soone who had faked their own death.
"We’ve long suspected this." Zion lit a cigarette. He seed exhausted.
"We’ve considered every single possibility you could think of and looked into each one. Sion Kent is really deceased. My ntor was the one who investigated the fire all those years ago."
"Dexter was the only person left alive. There was only one other body found at the scene, and it was burned to a crisp."
My mouth fell open in shock.
If Sion really was dead, that ant he wasn’t the murderer.
So who was?
I glanced at Dexter, noticing how strange his expression was.
He kept on mumbling. "Sion’s dead... Sion’s dead..."
"Are you certain that body was Sion’s?" Based on the murderer’s level of intelligence, the only two people I suspected to be the killer were Sion and Dexter.
So if Sion was dead... Was Dexter...
I looked at Dexter nervously. Though he had no window of opportunity to commit a cri throughout our ti spent together, it was still...
"I told Dexter to co here because I wanted him to be honest with ." Zion took a long drag from his cigarette as he looked at Dexter. "What connection do you have with the murderer? Why did you go to the police station and confess to killing people?"
Zion’s gaze was intense. "I’m asking you this now and not bringing you to the station right away because I trust you, so you’d better tell the truth."
Dexter looked away silently.
I had asked him these questions in the past too, but I only got vague answers in response.
"Dexter... We can’t let anyone else die." I looked nervously at Dexter, wanting to coax him to speak up.
"I couldn’t find Sophia... All clues pointed to the orphanage... I wanted to save Sophia, but I couldn’t find her." Dexter suddenly looked panicked, as if he was blaming himself.
"I lost..." Dexter cried, tearing at his hair hysterically. "I lost his ga."
"What do you an? What ga?" Zion looked cautiously at Dexter.
"Soone put a letter in the room I was in the day Sophia went missing. The murderer said he wanted to play a ga with , for to find Sophia... He would give Sophia back to if I correctly calculated where she was within the specified ti."
That psycho wanted Dexter to accurately pinpoint soone’s location?
"Psycho..." I hissed.
"He lied to . I had already calculated the correct coordinates... " Dexter’s voice was trembling. "But when I went to that cabin, I didn’t manage to find Sophia. I didn’t know there was a basent."
Dexter was blaming himself. He was tearing his hair out as he crouched in a ball on the floor.
He had clearly calculated the right location and went over in ti. But he couldn’t find Sophia.
"I lost. It’s my fault," Dexter said, his emotions unstable. "She died because of ."
I held his hands, stopping him from further hurting himself. "Don’t be scared."
"I tried so hard to find the murderer, but I only found a second letter telling to go to the place the police suspected to be the cri scene and pretend to be the killer. He said he’d give Sophia back to if I confessed to the cri."
That psycho did return Sophia to Dexter...
"No wonder. Soone had intentionally led the police to discover the basent that day," Zion said with furrowed brows.
The mont Dexter confessed to the cri, my body was found.
"The basent wasn’t freshly dug. Dexter didn’t even know it was there, which ans... only a few people knew about it..." I murmured before looking up at Zion. "I’m sure the orphanage director knew what the basent was used for."
I had a feeling the murderer didn’t put my body there by random chance. There had to be so dark secret surrounding the basent.
"If the murderer is neither Dexter nor Sion... Then who else could it be?" I said.
Based on the murderer’s modus operandi, he was definitely so kind of genius.
Dexter stayed silent. He had perfectly explained why he’d been at the cri scene. But was what he said really the truth?
Could we really trust Dexter?
"Officer Landon, they’ve tricked us! The hospital just called to inform us that Juliet is missing!"
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