Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Eason squinted at me and said, "You’re quite brave, aren’t you? Anyone else would’ve had a physical reaction upon seeing the corpse being consumed like this. You’re even pregnant still, don’t you feel nauseous?"

I nervously swallowed my saliva before smiling and said, "I dared not even look that way."

Eason snorted and said meaningfully, "You’re not clear from it either, Sofia."

I took in a sharp breath and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"I will personally catch him," Eason replied. He was beating around the bush, but at the same time he sounded like he was swearing an oath. He would personally catch the murderer. He was adamant in

thinking that the murder was Dexter.

"You think that Dexter is the mastermind behind the serial murder case, and he was avenging Sophia Milford. That was why the victims were somehow connected to Sophia Milford or Dexter. They were

either bullies of Sophia Milford, or bullies of Dexter and Simeon, right?" I asked, looking at Eason.

He did not reply, but his silence was already an acquiescence.

"So why would Sophia Milford also die in the hands of the murderer then? Who was the one who killed her? Was it Dexter? Why?" I asked, thinking that Eason’s logic didn’t make sense.

"Because he is a lunatic in an unrequited love! Because Sophia Milford no longer loved him!" Eason replied with gritted teeth

"He once said that nothing in this world was eternal, even the universe is constantly changing. can stay as another person’s forever love, unless–there’s a different way to preserve youth, time, and the people you love."

Eason thought that Dexter had killed Sophia and preserved her body out of the need to retain her love.

"If we follow your logic, then Sophia Milford whose body was preserved, should’ve forever stayed trapped inside the glass display cabinet underground. She could’ve stayed forever as his Sophia, Instead of being purposely found by the police and let her corpse be made public," I retorted.

Eason was clearly agitated by my retort. He frowned, clearly annoyed as he replied, "You’re just trying to argue with me."

"It requires logic and evidence to make an inference. A perfect murder case doesn’t exist, neither does a perfect victim, am I not right?" I said before stepping back and turning to leave.

Eason remained silent for the longest time before saying. "The mastermind of the murder case is either Dexter or Simeon. Dexter would remain as the primary suspect unless Simeon isn’t dead!"

I halted my footsteps. Why could it only be the two of them?

"I knew better than anyone else how terrifying the both of them are. Fortunately, one of them is dead. If they are both alive, the police would’ve never found the corpses if they were to kill."

I nodded. What Eason was saying was, nobody else other than Dexter and Simeon could’ve executed such a perfect murder plan, not with their intelligence level.

"Since the victim has changed now, that means the sequence of the welfare home serial number no longer works. Juliet is now under Damien’s protection round the clock. It will be hard for the murderer to attempt killing her. That’s why he had changed the playing field to start all over again."

I stopped walking and turned back to look at Eason. I said, "According to the murderer’s modus operandi, the second victim should already be under his control by the time he disposes of the corpse. You’re running out of time."

The time left for him to figure out the time and venue to rescue the second victim before they die is running out now.

If Dexter was here, there would still be a possibility for them to locate the crime scene before the second victim dies. But Dexter is no locked up in the asylum.

"Go get Dexter," Zion said. Clearly, he had rushed over as soon as he was off work as he was still in his traffic police uniform.

"You should focus on directing the traffic, Officer Landon. Just because you couldn’t find them and needed assistance doesn’t mean that I do," Eason said with a cold chuckle. He was full of confidence.

Zion lost his temper and said, "That’s a matter of life and death! We can’t possibly afford any mistakes, not even a single second!"

His eyes were reddening.

"I don’t need you to teach me to do my job, Zion," Eason spoke coldly.

Zion’s breath quickened as he rushed forward to grab Eason and said, "I know that you’re capable, Eason. We don’t have much time. We only have less than 24 hours from the discovery of the corpse until the next victim’s death. We’re running out of time!"

"Do not obstruct official duties, Officer Landon, Eason said, ignoring Zion. He let Phil hold Zion off.

Phil hurriedly stopped Zion as he said, "Calm down, Zion! Eason surely has his ways! He’s the expert after all- "

"We wouldn’t have found Juliet so quickly if it wasn’t for Dexter back then! If only- Sophia wouldn’t have died if only I had arrived earlier!" Zion screamed as he lost control of his emotions.

I knew that "Sophia Carlson’s death was a huge blow to Zion. He couldn’t forget about her death. The scene of her being trapped in the glass cabinet had triggered him as well.

Zion refused to let tragedy repeat itself. He was not wrong in wanting to catch the murderer and rescue the victims.

Zion’s fists tightened and he punched the wall, I was about to head over to comfort him, when he suddenly turned to grab my wrist. He said, "Let’s go. I’ll bring you to see Dexter."

I was stunned, but he managed to drag me into the car.

"Hello, Officer Landon," Ewan greeted.

"We’re going to Huma Psychiatric Hospital," Zion said. He wanted to meet Dexter and ask for his help to locate the location of the next victim.

I looked at him and asked, "Will they let us visit him?"

"He’s a patient, not a criminal," Zion replied, gritting his teeth. "I’ll like to see who dares to stop me."

I nodded, feeling excited. I could finally see him again.

But things weren’t going as smoothly as we thought. Just as we arrived at the asylum, they refused to let us meet Dexter as he was a level five high–risk patient.

"We’re sorry. The patient might hurt people anytime"

Zion grabbed at the person’s collar angrily and said, "I’ve never seen him hurt anyone before! He is lucid and prone to reasoning. How is he a level five psychiatric patient now? Who is his attending physician?

Get him to see me!" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Despite all our efforts, they still refused to let us meet Dexter. It was evident that they had conspired against us.

"Why aren’t you directing the traffic now, Cicer Landon? What’s going on, do you have PTSD from your detective work? Our psychological therapy here is quite renowned," Peter came over and said with a smile.

He was half–joking, but his words were provocative.

Peter had always been a smiling hypocrite. It was as if he would never get angry and always wore a smile, but he could always provoke those with unstable emotions with just a few words or even a glance.

Zion was provoked, and I subconsciously reached out to tug at him.

I said softly, "It was his way of putting a trap out for you by mentioning your career and emotions. Be careful not to fall for his tricks, otherwise he might deem you a lunatic and lock you up!"

Peter is a terrifying man. It was as if he could find out a person’s weakness in just a glance. I was even suspecting that there might have been many who had been labeled as a lunatic and got locked up in this asylum, all just because they have offended him in their daily life

"We want to meet Dexter," I said seriously after taking a deep breath.

"Dexter? I’m sorry, but my patient is currently undergoing treatment. As you know, such aggressive psychiatric patients will require. some special treatment methods. It may be electroshock, hypnosis, or even medication control-" Peter gently said, but all his words were meant to provoke me.

My body was trembling. I dared not even imagine what Dexter must be experiencing now.

"Peter" I said, gritting my teeth. I wanted to kill him and rush inside to rescue Dexter. But I could only suppress my anger and plead with him.

I said, "Please find a way- we really have urgent matters to talk to him about."

Peter seemed pleased with the way I was yielding to him. It was as if he was taming disobedient outliers like this.