Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 392

Carol hugged Quinn comfortingly. She said something softly, so I couldn't hear what she said.

Suddenly, with the sound of a click, the lights of the entire floor were turned off.

In an instant, everyone became quiet.

Everyone held their breaths and became vigilant. They wanted to see what the lunatic wanted to do.

The area was silent. There was only the sound of people breathing and water droplets. There were no other sounds.

"Is there poison gas? There's no ventilation on this floor." Someone spoke up with a shaky voice. They sounded afraid. "Will we die here?"

The area became noisy.

"What should we do?"

In the dark, a pair of arms grabbed my wrist. He seemed to be comforting me and telling me there was no need to be terrified.

My breath tightened. I sensed that it was Michael's aura.

He stood before me and protected me. Then, he stepped back, making me lean against the wall in the corner.

In the dark where one couldn't see anything, the evilness of human nature would be magnified.

As the darkness continued for a few more minutes, the light from the near distance came over.

The lights had turned on.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the lights in shock. "What's going on?"

"What's that lunatic doing? Was there a power outage?"

"Is that it?"

Some people refused to believe that it was only a power outage.

"Ah!" Suddenly, someone shrieked.

I smelled the strong odor of blood.

When I turned around, I saw a corpse hanging on the roof. His neck was sliced, so he couldn't call for help. The knife pierced his heart directly.

The technique was clean with no unnecessary movements.

In shock, I stared at the corpse. It was Callum... It was the person who abused Quinn domestically.

Subconsciously, I turned to look at Quinn.

She was still hiding in Carol's

embrace. She was still in the same

position as before the lights turned off. She didn't look like she could kill someone in the dark and hang someone.

Who killed Callum?

The murderer must be within the group of people.

With a frown, Joel looked at Callum's corpse. He stood in front of Carol and Quinn, protecting them. He stepped backward. "We must get out of here as soon as possible." "What a lunatic..." Michael's expression was ghastly. It was unknown as to when he was next to Yasmin. His voice was low when he cursed.

My fingertips turned cold.

Was the murderer really hidden among us?

"Who killed Callum... Who killed Callum? Is it his wife?"

"Is his wife the murderer? The lunatic claimed that the murderer was among us."

"It must be his wife. He hit his wife just now."

The group of people began to make a noise. As the voices echoed in the corridor, they began to suspect Quinn.

Quinn cried and shook her head. Innocently, she said, "It isn't me..."

But she was too calm when she saw Callum's corpse.

I took a deep breath and pulled Quinn behind me. "She's a woman. How can she kill someone and hang him in such a short time? It isn't something she can do."

"That means you guys worked

together to...Howard narrowed his

eyes. He began to encourage

everyone to fight against us. "They are outcasts. There must be

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something wrong with them. It

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might be a show they to force us

deliberately. They want to force us to death."

Howard harmed me in the past. He must be suspecting that we caught him to take revenge. So, he wanted to encourage the other people to get rid of the people, who were on the opposing party. "If they don't die, we will be the ones dead!"

"Yeah. We have to kill them. Something must be wrong with them!"

It was the evilness of human nature. They talked about killing people as if they were discussing what to eat for dinner.