Revenge After Death

Chapter 570

Upon realizing the dire situation, Stan led everyone to flee through the passage he had discovered.

While the masked man resisted, I hastily tore open his sleeves. Under the loose shirt, his arm was indeed thin and weak. And there it was, the red birthmark I had been hoping to find on the inside of his arm. In that instant, my heart skipped a beat. It was him, just as I had expected.

No. To be exact, it should be her.

Realizing that I had bought enough time for everyone to make their escape, I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender.

The person standing before me wore a tightly-fitting mask. At first, I mistook it for a regular mask, but I soon realized it was actually an adhesive commonly used for special effects makeup. I was in a hurry, so I could not remove the mask.

She had skillfully employed makeup techniques to completely transform herself into a man.

I only realized she was a woman when I held her hostage just now. I felt her neck and Adam's apple, which was fake. This was a disguise to hide the truth. She was a woman who was disguising herself as a man.

Furthermore, everything seemed logical because she was a woman. She appeared delicate and frail, not as physically powerful as men. Hence, when she planned the serial murders, she manipulated the killings. She directed the perpetrator to eliminate the victim.

She lacked any sense of reverence, displaying complete indifference toward life and considering human existence as worthless.

I raised my hands as I gazed at the woman standing before me. "You killed Stephanie... You're the one who killed her."

Stephanie's recollection of the killer just before she died merged perfectly with the person before me. When the drug took effect, she gradually slipped into a coma. While she was struggling, she scratched the killer's arm and noticed the red birthmark.

I had finally come to understand the reason why she did not kill Stephanie directly. Instead, she used drugs to make her unconscious and then placed her in a glass display cabinet. She morbidly wanted to turn Stephanie into a work of art, aiming to provoke others.

She considered this her ultimate masterpiece.

Her Adam's apple was connected to a voice-changing magnetic disk, resulting in a hoarse and peculiar sound. It was as if her vocal cords had been damaged. At first, I thought she was Steven, and I even considered the possibility of her being the deceased Simeon.

However, I never suspected that she was a woman.

During the earlier fight, I noticed that the soles of her shoes were unusually high. She had added insoles to boost her height. Clearly, she intentionally sought to appear taller. At around five feet six, she shouldn't be considered short for a woman.

However, with the added insoles, she truly resembled a man standing at five feet eight. Thus, we did not assume that she was a woman from the very beginning.

"You're a woman, and you've put in a lot of effort to apply makeup to disguise yourself. Are you afraid we might recognize you? You must be someone I know. Let me try to guess who you are..." I looked at her warily, trying hard to discern her identity. She was the real mastermind behind the serial murders.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The masked woman smiled strangely as she took the gun from her subordinate and aimed it at me. "I was the one who killed her. Stephany, you know too much..."

"We can't kill her for now. Think about it. If Steven is indeed the president of Crowdstar Group, he won't cooperate with us, and that will only bring us trouble. Why should we create a formidable enemy?"

Just as she was about to pull the trigger, Ewan rushed over and cautiously persuaded the masked woman. The masked woman was obviously hesitant. She clearly recognized my worth.

"She can't figure out your identity. She can't die yet as she's an important test subject for the organization and a key piece in our plans. We must use her to overthrow the organization," Ewan reminded, approaching carefully.

The masked woman sneered and swung the butt of her gun at me. Suddenly, my vision blackened, and I collapsed to the ground.

"Their hands are nearly healed. It won't affect the collection of fingerprints and palm prints anymore," I overheard Ewan say in a trance.

"Very well. Let's find out if Steven is the president of Crowdstar Group." The masked woman smirked eerily, appearing unsatisfied. She kicked me in the stomach, causing me to groan when I was unconscious. She hated me very much and made no effort to conceal her feelings. I wonder who it could be.