Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I looked at Zion in astonishment.

’Indeed. I’ve seen the scene. The murderer deliberately impersonated the suspicions of the serial murder case, but it can’t be ruled out completely." Zion nodded.

"When Sparks performed the autopsy, he found that the victim’s fatal injury was the back of his head. Someone hit the back of his head from behind, causing his death. The person was skillful and knew where to hit." Eason was deep in thought. "The victim should be on a call before he died. There were traces left behind from a phone smashing on the ground. But the phone was taken away by the murderer. The murderer of the serial murder case has a habit. When he kills someone, he won’t take anything from the victim. It’s as if he’s confident that the police won’t find him."

"So, these are two separate cases," I said softly.

The serial murder case was a different case from the Sunset Alley’s murder case.

"What about the identity of the victim? Didn’t you mention that he used to be a psychiatrist? Did he have a connection with Sophia?" I looked at Eason nervously.

"I’ve looked into the victim before. His name is Wyatt Zimmer. He was a psychiatrist. In his early years, he won several awards in the field of psychiatry. He was always on par with Peter in the hospital, but the director liked him more as he knew how to conduct himself," said Zion.

Once he heard that a murder case happened in Sunset Alley, he went to investigate it.

"But this person had left this asylum many years ago." Eason turned around and looked at the old asylum that had barricade tape all over.

"Aside from that, I’ve discovered that the director of this hospital committed suicide in prison after being punished. After that, most doctors went to the current Huma Psychiatric Hospital."

"When Wyatt left, this asylum hadn’t been barricaded. It was said that he went to Yesa to do clothing. business. He earned quite a lot. He wore branded clothes. Even his watch cost more than three million dollars." Eason thought for a while. "But when I checked his company, it was a shell company. The clothing business was a cover. How did he earn money.

"Go and look into it. Why are you guessing it?" Zion disliked Eason

Why was the latter still trying to figure things out here?

Eason’s phone vibrated on the car’s bonnet.

Eason glared at Zion while picking up the call. "Officer Grant, we have found the murderer! We checked all the surveillance cameras nearby and locked in the suspect’s address. It’s 37 Bridgeway Route. It’s the demolition area, the last slum of Huma.""

I glanced at Zion. 37 Bridgeway Route was the demolition area where the last slum of Huma was located.

Simeon’s sister, Carol, lived there. The area was a mixture of good and bad.

"I need to go on a mission. If you’re capable, you can look into it yourself." Holding a grudge, Eason pushed Zion away. He got into the car and drove away.

Zion frowned and looked at me. "Should we go and take a look?"

I nodded. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

I hoped the murder case this time had nothing to do with the serial murder case.

On 37 Bridgeway Route, the police had locked in a room on the third floor.

When Zion and I reached the place, the police barged into the room to catch the suspect.

As the apartment wasn’t big, the corridors were narrow. From the room, one could see the opposite room clearly.

The suspect lived on the east side. On the other hand, Carol was on the west side. Their rooms faced one another.

When I looked in the west direction, I saw Carol watching the police arrest the suspect. Her clothes were untidy as she stood there, dazed.

Suddenly, her gaze landed on me. She smiled.

Her smile was so strange that I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Murderer..." Carol suddenly pointed at me and giggled.

Even though I couldn’t hear her voice clearly, I could read her lips. She was saying the word "murderer".

Was she saying that I was the murderer? What did she mean...

"Watch out! Catch him!"

Suddenly, the east side of the third floor became noisy.

Zion and I weren’t a part of the police. So, we couldn’t go up. We could only stay at the bottom and look up to watch the situation.

All of a sudden, a figure pushed away the crowd and climbed over the window. Without hesitation, he jumped down.

Boom!

I was so shocked that I shrieked and took a step backward.

Nervously, Zion reached out his hand to protect me. He looked at the person who fell in front of us.

The third floor wasn’t high, but he was determined to die.

It was a middle–aged mán. He looked like he had gone through a lot. His fingers were crooked. It wasn’t because he fell from the third floor. It seemed to be caused by years of rheumatism and physical work.

"H–Help..." The man, who fell on the ground, spat out blood. He tried his best to take out a picture from his pocket.

The picture was stained with blood.

Short of breath, I looked at Zion.

Zion reached out to take the picture.

"S–Save my daughter."

The police rushed down. Breathing heavily, they stared at the suspect who had fallen to the ground.

All of them wanted to curse.

"Ambulance! Call the ambulance!"

Feeling numb, I looked at Zion,

Zion shook his head. He used his phone to take a picture of the front and the back of the picture before passing it to Eason. "Are you sure he’s the murderer?"

"The murder weapon has been found in his room. It’s a hammer. He must have been doing labor work all year round. He should be a construction worker." Eason looked up at the third floor. "I heard that his daughter had been missing for three years. He and his wife had been searching for their daughter. A few days ago, his wife committed suicide due to severe depression. He lost his family because of human traffickers...

I stood in the same spot. My legs were numb.

"At what age did his daughter go missing?" I asked softly.

"18." Eason felt that it was a pity.

I looked at the picture in Eason’s hand. The young lady in the picture was youthful and bright. She looked neat and likable.

"She’s so pretty..." I said in a soft voice.

"She has been missing for three years. I’ve heard about this case... She was abducted by human traffickers. The other party had an illegal license plate. The case hasn’t been solved until now... Zion said

powerlessly.

He continued, "When a father is forced into a corner, he won’t kill someone without a reason. He must have found out the truth. The despondency had to have crushed him..."

"The two cases have some connection with one another. Do you think, the victim is related to the missing person’s case?" I asked,

Eason nodded. He suspected that too.

"One more thing... How could a migrant worker, who had been searching for his daughter, know that by sprinkling spices on the corpse, dogs would eat it and get rid of the evidence?" I didn’t understand it.

"Since the corpse needed to be destroyed and the crime was carried out meticulously, how could it not be investigated in advance? How could such a large surveillance be avoided?"

It didn’t make sense.

Eason glanced at me. "It’s clear that he’s a pitiful person."

The person was a pawn.

The real murderer was using a person to kill another.

But no one knew if it was related to the serial murder case.

After the ambulance took the person away, Zion sent me home.

On the way home, Zion received a call, saying that the pitiful father had passed away.

The man handed the picture to me and Zion because he wanted to put his hope on us.

He hoped the police could find his daughter...

"Someone is using these pitiful people. They’re innocent. This isn’t the style of the serial murder case’s murderer. The two are in two extreme ends. One doesn’t kill innocent people, while the other uses innocent people," I said with a headache.

My gut told me that these two cases were schemed by different people.

The car stopped at the entrance of the Black family’s residence.

The moment I got out of the car, I saw Damien.

He seemed to be worried about me. He approached me anxiously.

"Sophia..."

His voice was hoarse. His devastated appearance made him look like he truly loved me.

If he hadn’t stuck to Juliet’s side at all times, I would have thought he had turned over a new leaf.

"Sophia... I’ve gotten your parents’ social media account. Your parents’ logs recorded your growth. Sophia, please believe me. Come home with me."

"Let that lunatic stay in the asylum/until death! I will protect you... When your parents got into that car accident, I’d sworn to protect you." Damien was anxious. He wanted me to believe him.

"Sophia... I’m sorry. I know my mistakes now...." His fingers were trembling. He held me in his embrace." Sophia, you will understand after you see it. Only I truly love you... Dexter is just a lunatic."

I felt numb.

In the past, Damien was selfish, narcissistic, possessive, and arrogant. It was as if he was someone that couldn’t be reached.

Back then, when I had approached him, he pushed me away. He hurt me so much that nothing could be healed. Now... he wanted to protect me for the rest of my life and make up for everything?