Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

“I just overheard them say there’s been another male victim.”

It meant that the serial murderer was still at it, still hunting. And now, it wasn’t just women; men were on his list too. It all had to be connected to that old orphanage. This was a

provocation–a slap in the face to the cops who couldn’t catch him.

“Who the hell is he, and why don’t we have even a shred of a lead on this guy?” My voice

trembled.

The murderer must have suspected me.

Caleb held the umbrella over me, his posture rigid with tension.

I looked up at him nervously, rain streaming down from my soaked hair. “You know, don’t you? You know who he is, don’t you?”

“We can’t… We can’t let him keep killing.” My fingers clenched tightly on Caleb’s jacket.

He knew who the murderer was, so why wouldn’t he speak up?

“They… they deserve it…” Caleb’s voice was hoarse, his body slightly shaking. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I froze for a moment, then looked up at Caleb.

They deserve it?

Was he talking about the victims?

“What about Phoebe Caldwell? What did she ever do wrong?” I pushed Caleb away, out of control, and started running out into the storm.

“Phoebe…” Caleb’s voice was tense as he called after me.

But I didn’t stop. I ran through the rain toward the crime scene.

Who was the victim this time?

South Bay Wharf.

By the time I got there, I was drenched to the bone, shivering from the cold, my face ghostly pale.

I stood at the edge of the road, joining the crowd of onlookers at the scene.

“The victim’s a male, another orphan from that fire years ago. After the tragedy, the government. relocated the orphans, most got adopted. It looks like… the murderer is still linked to the orphanage.”

“Check everyone from the orphanage! Bring them all in for questioning!” Robin’s emotions were barely contained.

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Capter 119

Of course, Sea City’s biggest serial murder case in years was still unsolved. The police were clueless, without a single slip–up from the murderer, not a trace or clue left behind.

“The guy’s too careful. No hair, no nails, not even a fingerprint. How’s he doing it?” A young copt asked, panic in his voice. “It’s like there’s no murderer at all. Like those online stories, some kind of demon claiming souls.”

Robin’s expression darkened. “Cut the crap! There are no ghosts in this world.”

I stood there stiffly, watching the body being taken away by the cops.

A demon, claiming s

No clues…

If it was a person, how could they leave absolutely nothing behind?

Stella had said she’d been to my place, no sign anyone lived there. But I had seen someone

there, in that house.

Robin was a staunch atheist, and didn’t believe in ghosts, but me… I had died once before. Yet I knew that even if you turned into a ghost, you couldn’t kill anyone–you couldn’t touch anything solid. The souls of the dead seemed trapped in some kind of fourth dimension, unable to touch the living in the third dimension.

“Foebe Larson, just who are you?” Stella was there too, holding her umbrella, her gaze probing. “What are you trying to do?”

I was breathing hard, looking back at her. “Why don’t you believe me?”

Stella’s brows furrowed, a warning in her eyes. “Don’t let me catch you slipping up.”

Suddenly, my head throbbed with pain, flashes of memories that weren’t mine flickered in my mind.

It was Foebe and the murderer.

“I can help you get rid of whoever you want gone, but you have to play by my rules, and marry Caleb.”