Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Peter smiled. "Ms. Miller, what are you saying? You’re family. It’s normal to visit a patient."

I let out a sigh of relief and slowly let go of Zion’s finger.

"But..." Peter’s smile faded. "Dexter isn’t just an average mentally ill patient. He’s extremely aggressive. Aside from that, he has also committed crimes... He’s currently being investigated. Without the police’s permission, we can’t visit him."

"Dr. Jones, the reason Dexter beat people up is still under investigation. The police haven’t..." Zion spoke angrily.

Peter interrupted him. "Officer Landon, if you are still investigating, I can allow you to visit with the documents. After all, we have regulations. You won’t put us in a difficult position, right?"

The hidden meaning of his words was that Zion was no longer a criminal police. He was currently a traffic police. He should direct traffic.

Zion clenched his fists and wanted to punch Peter.

I held onto Zion’s arm tightly. "Let’s go."

"We don’t have enough time." Zion was in a panic.

"We can only put our hopes on Eason. He’s the only one who can predict who the murderer will kill next." I shook my head.

Peter wouldn’t let us visit Dexter.

"Dexter fought because he was stimulated by the other party. The other party knew that he had mental illnesses but still stimulated him deliberately... If the police investigation has ended, and he is no longer under investigation, Peter can’t stop us from Visiting him anymore." I took a deep breath and turned to look at the asylum.

We couldn’t waste our efforts now.

Since Dexter decided to enter this asylum, he must have his own way of thinking.

"Let’s go to Eason." Zion brought me along to see Eason.

"You will face a lot of restrictions with your current identity," I whispered.

Zion fell silent. He regretted acting on impulse back then and hit Simón.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have...

"I have a feeling that there’s something wrong with Peter." Looking at the asylum, I said in a soft voice," Zion, did you hear anyone crying?"

I didn’t know if I was hallucinating, but the moment I approached the asylum, I would hear cries. It was as if countless souls were struggling.

Zion listened to the surrounding areas carefully. He shook his head. "I didn’t hear anything."

I took a deep breath. "Maybe I’m stressed out. Let’s go."

Once I got into the car, I looked at Ewan. "Try to make Jake withdraw the case. In this way, we can visit Dexter."

Ewan nodded. "That’s a bit difficult. Jake is arranged by Martin."

I fell silent for a while. Then, I asked, "Does Martin not have anyone he needs to beg?"

Ewan nodded again. "He has. All of the deals he made for the past several years have been illegal incomes. For him to clear his reputation and dock business, he needs to take over the Black Group. Through the Black Group, he needs to launder his assets bit by bit. Aside from that, he needs to have the support of a fixed strategic partner to take over the Black Group. The Crowdstar Group is a miracle in the business industry for its growth in recent years. Martin has been wanting to suck up to the president behind the Crowdstar Group. But the president is very mysterious."

In short, the person Martin had to beg was the president of the Crowdstar Group.

He was the person Juliet mentioned she could get in touch with.

"I got it." I pinched the bridge of my nose.

I needed to make Juliet introduce me to the president of the Crowdstar Group and organize a meeting with him..

Eason had just returned home from work when he saw me and Zion at the entrance. It was clear that he was shocked.

He looked unhappy. "Do you guys think you’re security guards?"

"We don’t have much time. Eason, have you found the next person?" I asked in a heavy voice.

Eason snorted. It was clear that he wasn’t Confident.

He didn’t have any traces. "The situation with this tape is uncanny.

"Don’t gamble with someone’s life. What’s uncanny?" Zion was a bit angry. He grabbed Eason by the collar, wanting to beat him up.

Subconsciously, Eason blocked his face. "Don’t hit my face."

"Eason, you’re in charge of this case. You have the right to get a warrant to meet Dexter. The asylum doesn’t let us visit him, but you can." I held Zion’s wrist and looked at Eason.

"Do you want me to beg him?" Eason was unhappy.

"You don’t need to beg him." I took off my wedding ring and placed it in Eason’s hand, Dexter put it on my finger while I was asleep. He said that I was his wife... "When he sees this ring, he will know that I’m the one begging him. He will answer your questions."

When Dexter proposed marriage, he didn’t care if I would agree to it.

Eason fell silent for a moment.

"Are you still hesitating? If you can’t find the victim, the victim might die," said Zion irritatedly.

Eason nodded. "I got it. I’ll go now."

"Eason..." I said nervously. "Please help me see if those people are treating him badly..."

My palms were sweating.

Eason seemed to be stimulating me on purpose. "Is anyone normal in the asylum? Even if a normal person enters the place, he will become a mental illness patient, too, let alone Dexter, who’s already at

mental illness patient.."

"Eason!" I shouted in a panic.

"I got it. No one made him fight... I’ve warned him to restrain himself, but he still beat people up. He’s smart. I think he entered the asylum deliberately." Eason mumbled before turning to leave.

I glanced at Zion.

That was right. Dexter was great. There was no way he didn’t know that Martin stimulated him on purpose and that Martin had a collaboration with Peter. He must have known that they wanted to take

action against him in the asylum.

He must have known everything

Nevertheless, Dexter still decided to beat him up. It was as if he had stepped on the trap deliberately.

What was he trying to do?

"The higher–ups want to stop the serial murder case from trending. They want to use Simmie to close the case... But there are too many mysteries yet to be revealed." In a soft voice, Zion said, "For example, the first victim, Mandy... She became the sugar baby of a rich pharmaceutical businessman. After the fire

burned down the orphanage, she left Huma and went to Georgeke. She died in Huma when she represented her family to talk business. I found that she had connections with the black market."

Every victim wasn’t a good person.

It was just that the police didn’t announce the outcome of the investigation.

"So far, none of the victims are innocent except Sophia... Sophia’s death is a mystery. I couldn’t find any traces of what she had experienced and what had happened. After she turned 18, she appeared in the Coleman residence. Everything that happened before her parents’ car accident seemed to have been erased by someone deliberately..." Zion leaned against the street light with a cigarette in his mouth.

He was nervous. Thus, he needed to have a cigarette in his mouth. Even if he didn’t light the cigarette, he had to have it in his mouth.

I looked at Zion, confused.

Even I couldn’t remember Sophia’s memory of what she had gone through before the age of eighteen.

Zion was right. It was as if someone had erased it on purpose....

Could my own memory be erased?

When Zion and I were on the way back home, Zion’s phone buzzed. It was a call from Eason.

"Let’s meet at the entrance of the abandoned asylum."

Zion glanced at me. Then, he drove toward the abandoned asylum.

"Have you seen him?" Once the car was parked at the entrance, I got out of the car anxiously. I looked at Eason.

Eason was leaning against the car door as if he was calculating something.

"I’ve seen him. His attending physician was around the entire time. He only gave me this," said Eason frustratedly. He scratched his head. "Why does he like to be so mysterious?"

"This question is unsolvable. Dexter meant that someone was creating confusion. The murder case of Sunset Alley is unrelated to the serial murder case. Someone wants to use the serial murder case to confuse the situation," said Eason with a frown.