Revenge After Death

I stared at Steven in shock. It took me a long time to process this information.

I snatched the paper out of his hands and gasped…

I thought he had scribbled nonsense on it, but unexpectedly, it was the real answer.

“You’ve studied this before?” I asked in surprise. Shock aside, I was also in disbelief.

Wasn’t he insane?

Steven nodded. “This is simple.”

Those words provoked me. This was impossible! Ever since I was young, I was always top of the class. When I went to college, my professors took great pride in me. Even though I wasn’t a genius by any means, I was still an excellent student. How could Steven be smarter than me?

“Have you seen the solution before?” Refusing to concede defeat, I continued writing more questions.

for him.

Jone

However, he quickly answered correctly.

Sometimes, he even wrote his answers while distracted because he would want to look at me from

time to time.

Despite all of this, he could still come up with an answer so quickly. This made him more than the average genius…

It was as though the crazy person was on his left shoulder and the genius was on his right. He could. only go between the two options.

“You… You went to college?” I asked hesitantly.

“I went to Stamford…” he began.

I gasped. He really had gone to college.

“When I was 14 years old. I was in the advanced classes and was scouted by the college,” he finished.

I was speechless.

Advanced classes? Why did that sound so familiar? Suddenly, my head hurt a

flooded my mind.

some memories

Two children stood at the door of the welfare home, holding giant bouquets. There was a banner in front of the welfare center that congratulated two of its children for getting into the advanced classes.

I pressed my hand to my forehead, struggling to remember more. But my memory seemed to have been corrupted.

To have been scouted to attend Stamford at 14 years old, Steven was indeed a genius.

“Then why did you sleep at the orphanage and act crazy?” I tried to make myself appear calm. I was getting more and more curious about Steven’s secrets.

This person was clearly not crazy! Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Had he been purposely putting on an act so that he could cover up his crimes?

“Stephie asked me to wait for her…” Steven lowered his gaze, and his voice sounded sad.

I frowned. What?

Stephie? Was he referring to Stephanie Carlson or Stephany Larson?

“Why are you being so nice? Is the Stephie you’re referring to me?” I didn’t fully trust the man in front of me, even if he was acting pure now.

I pointed at myself to see his reaction.

He looked into my eyes for a while then nodded.

The person he promised was Stephany?

I couldn’t see through this man. Just because of a promise he made to a woman, he pretended to be mentally ill at the orphanage for so many years?

This person seemed a little too stubborn. He was just like… a monster in a fictional book, but ant angelic one.

“Was it worth it, wasting your talent to wait for someone?” I asked curiously.

“Yes!” Steven seemed irritated by that and continued in a serious tone, “Stephie asked me to.”

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I rubbed my forehead, Whatever. Trying to bait a mentally ill criminal into saying something useful

was not easy.

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep for a bit…” I had to restore my energy so that I could think of a way to

get out.

Steven said nothing. When he saw me go to the bathroom, he followed me too. He just kept standing behind me. When I brushed my teeth, he brushed his teeth. When I washed my face, he just watched.

1. me.

When I walked out of the bathroom, he also trotted after me and then lay down beside me.

Thinking about how this person could either be a murderer or an accomplice, my body couldn’t help but go as stiff as a board. But since I had to live with this psycho for now, I just had to tolerate it.

However, there was one thing I underestimated, which wa his eyes… His long eyelashes were enchanting.

I admitted that people were unable to defend themselves against beauty.

When I came back to my senses, I ultimately put my rationale first. “You sleep on the floor.”

Steven didn’t protest. He just obediently got up and lay down on the floor.

I lay there for a while, wondering why he was suddenly listening to everything I said. The one who nearly strangled me to death this morning was him.

Clearly, I was getting tired. “You can come up here and sleep…/

can’t touch me.”

you need to promise me that you