Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Phil ran to the side to make a call and soon returned. He said, "They’ve sent Dexter to the asylum once they’re done interrogating him. He hasn’t left since and his alibi checks out."

Eason frowned and said, "Hah, he wouldn’t need to lift a finger to kill someone. He only has to snap his fingers."

I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Are you talking about a legend now? You should’ve just mentioned that Dexter is a god then, Why bother saying that he snapped his fingers?"

Eason glanced at me disdainfully and said, "What do you know? Have you seen before murder cases disguised as accidental deaths before?"

I shook my head in all seriousness.

"If I have a grudge against you, and I want you dead, there are many ways for me to do it without breaking the law," Eason replied indifferently.

I pursed my lips, obviously in disbelief. Eason was exasperated when he said, "Looks like Sophia Milford after all."

I rolled my eyes and said, "My name is Sofia Miller. Also, why do you keep insisting that Dexter is the killer? Didn’t you say that the serial murder case was about to be closed?"

"Many things aren’t as simple as you think. I’m not surprised that someone with an ordinary brain like yours wouldn’t be able to understand it," Eason said, his words unminced.

He then got someone to bring me to the interrogation room as he prepared himself to head over to the crime scene.

He said, "Try guessing, the murderer was supposed to kill according to plan. Now that Juliet didn’t die. those after her should technically be safe. But why did the murderer start killing again as soon as Dexter was sent to the asylum?"

I frowned, unable to find the logic in Eason’s words..

"That murderer was provoking the police. Every single person he has killed from the beginning was all just for Dexter. Can you still save that this serial murder case has nothing to do with Dexter?" he asked.

His gaze flashed with anger, as if he was sure that Dexter was the mastermind behind it all.

"He is now putting pressure on the police. Since the police sent him to the asylum, then he would cause. trouble for the police. And as he helped Zion in solving cases before and found Juliet, he is now

considered external assistance to the police."

"As long as there are troubles here and they can’t predict who the next victim is, they’ll have to ask for his help," Eason said with gritted teeth.

His anger was evident. I stepped back cautiously until my back hit the car door.

Eason chuckled coldly and said, "Let’s have a competition since Dexter wants to compete with me. See if I could predict who and where the next victim is before something happens to them."

I took in a sharp breath as I looked at Eason before me. He became somewhat crazy all just to compete with Dexter.

"Was the victim... someone from the welfare home?" I asked softly.

Eason only came back to his senses and turned to look at Phil. He asked, "Has the identity of the victim been confirmed?"

"Sparks is already heading there, but we can’t confirm it yet. We’ve sealed the crime scene off for now, but there were many stray dogs in the alley last night-", Phil said softly. "It’s looking pretty grotesque over there. Are you going over to check it out?"

Eason massaged his temples before saying. "I’ll head over now," I subconsciously asked, "Can you bring

me along?"

Somehow I felt that something was wrong with the recent murder. The murder in the Sunset Alley seemed to be different from the previous murder cases.

Every victim of this serial murder case had been disposed of near a water source, either at a reservoir, river, or a lake. But this time it was dumped directly in Sunset Alley.

Was someone really putting pressure on the police and adding difficulty for the case to be solved, all just because Dexter was sent into the asylum?

Most of the evidence from the crime scene would be destroyed if the corpses were to be dumped into water. But to dump it in the alley–Was it about the stray dogs?

I took in a sharp breath and clenched my fists nervously. Don’t tell me that those stray dogs were feeding on the corpses?

Eason eyed me and replied, "No." I no longer insisted on it and followed the female officer into the interrogation room.

I was acting in justifiable self–defense, and there was video evidence and witnesses at the scene. I heard that the Black family members refused to settle in private and insisted on sentencing me so that I can pay with my own blood.

Fortunately, Ewan had also brought a lawyer. As the man had only sustained minor injuries and with the fact that I was only protecting myself and my baby as a mother, my intention was to stop the crime from happening. There was no dispute on that point.

I was brought back after Ewan paid for my bail. While I was leaving, the female officer asked me in surprise, "You’re quite amazing, have you learnt dissecting? Every cut was non–lethal and shallow, and they didn’t even reach the fascial layer. You stopped just short of it!"

I was at a loss. I didn’t understand how it happened either. "Perhaps I don’t have much strength, so that’s the deepest I could stab him?"

The female officer looked suspiciously at me. After all, I didn’t look like I didn’t have much strength while I took the knife over from that man. For me to be able to take a knife over from a grown man-

I didn’t say anything else. I was relieved to hear that the man’s injuries weren’t fatal, I never did want to kill him after all.

"How are things going with Dexter?" I asked impatiently as soon as I got into the car.

Ewan nodded and replied, "Everything’s fine. We have people in the asylum and we’ve told them to notify us immediately if something happens."

I nodded and said distractedly. "Let’s head in the direction of Sunset Alley. I heard that there was another murder case there."

My palms began to sweat involuntarily at the thought of that serial murder case. I was one of the victims after all.

Who was the person with the red birthmark on the inner side of their arm? I was sure that I had vaguely seen it before I had died. There was no mistake that it was a birthmark.

From what I remember, he had fair and thin arms–he was definitely not Dexter, Although Simon was equally thin, there was no birthmark on the inner side of his arms.

I massaged my temples. My head was hurting badly now.

"Sunset Alley has been sealed off, Mrs. Black. We can’t get through by car now," Ewan said as he parked

the car outside the Nocturnal’s entrance.

I got out of the car to have a look. I could see Eason from afar, talking to Keenan.

There were some rubberneckers around the area. They were frightened and ran away after closing in for a better look. There were even some who were throwing up by the side. The crime scene was evidently gruesome.

"Did the murderer think that he could destroy all traces of his crime by just applying spices on the corpse, so as to attract the nearby stray dogs to feed on it?" Eason said, chuckling coldly. "Go and investigate why these stray dogs would gather around Sunset Alley, and who had been feeding them."

Eason shifted his focus on the stray dogs. Since the stray dogs had fed on the evidence, they themselves now became the evidence.

Upon investigating, Phil ran over to Eason and said, "The victim this time isn’t someone from the welfare home. He was from the asylum that had been shut down."

"This man was one of the psychiatrists there back then, but he had left the asylum many years ago. He was not involved in Dexter’s treatments and does not have any connections with him."

Eason was sure that there had been a conflict between the victim and Dexter, but it turned out that there was none.

I stood and watched Eason at the cordon line. He seemed a little shaken for a second, but he suddenly realized something after seeing me.

He exclaimed, "Sophia Milford! Wasn’t she sent to an asylum when she was younger? Go and investigate the relationship between the victim and Sophia Milford!"

I looked blankly at Eason. What about me? Suddenly, my head felt as if it was about to split apart. A mysterious voice kept echoing in my head.

"You loved your dog very much, right?"

"This dog is rather obedient-"

"How dare it bite me? I’ll beat it to death!"

Screams and the sound of barking rang in my ears.

Suddenly, a stray dog caught me by surprise as it walked past me. When I came back to my senses, Eason was already standing before me. His gaze was full of scrutiny as he looked at me.