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Chapter 244

Chapter 244

The letters filled over a hundred pages, cach detailing the writer's desire to die or kill.

“Back then, victims were the weak and vulnerable. After rumors spread about abusive families, many left letters

at the crscene. Later, those named in the letters were killed, and the pile grew.”

“The intewasn’t widespread then, but many saw Zane as a hero. These letters were accidentally obtained

from a lawyer?

“Zane, who had initially confessed, begged not to make them public-it would ruin lives.”

“The letters sought the deaths of family members. Exposing them meant legal consequences and societal

judgment.”

“Most senders wanted to protect children, mothers, or grandparents. Their imprisonment would only worsen the

tragedy.”

“Zane said he didn’t want to live anyway. He'd take the blfor all the deaths.”

That was their first meeting. Sunlight highlighted his pale face and hollow eyes-the look that made Cher decide

to help him.

She'd never followed rules. As a kid, she refused piano lessons. As an adult, she beca judge, not a socialite.

She couldn't just obey the law blindly.

Quinlyn held those letters, feeling sad and worried, but she was not lost.

In the past, she might not have understood what to distinguish, but after everything she experienced, she

grasped what Curtis meant by the gray areas of humanity.

Good or bad depended on perspective. Her stance stayed firm. “Let's clear Zane’s name.”

Cher smiled softly, feeling relieved. She knew she hadn't misjudged her. Bringing out these letters was to help

Quinlyn investigate better.

Surveillance showed no suspicious figures around Zane. He was always alone.

Quinlyn, who had no clue, looked at the letter and suddenly had an idea. She opened the social platform and

entered the nof ‘Zane.’

A few scattered news articles popped up, all about his bizarre marriage to Cher and the killer's past along with

critiques.

After reading a few articles, she found a new comment

at

the bottom of one.

[Is it a god or a demon? We can’t know yet. For more details...] It’s followed by a link.

Quinlyn clicked it and found herself on a forum.

The dark cover gave the screen a creepy vibe. The forum was simply designed with limited features but

surprisingly had over 100,000 registered users.

She opened an info board, which had a mix of text and images.

To their shock, the information was solely about Zane-his outings, meals, meetings, even buying flowers on the

street and entering and leaving his villa.

The rich illustrations were accompanied by detailed texts: “A girl around ten from the Wilson family recently went

to Zane’s house. The next day, she had a conflict with the neighbor.”

Even her retaliation by throwing stones was described. It felt as if the recorder was right there.

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This kind of stalking was chilling.

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Quinlyn backed out and checked the help board; it wasn’t about finding people or medical advice, but killing

requests.

[My awful neighbor stepped on my cat; please kill him.]

[I think my wife is cheating, but | can’t let my kids lose their dad. Please take action.]

[Is there really a hero like Zane? Who could be his successor? Csavefrom this messed-up life.]

Such bold negative emotions spilled out, and the anonymity made it utterly irresponsible. Clearly, they didn’t

believe the ‘rescue the suffering’ label was real.

At this point, an ominous feeling crept up for Quinlyn and Cher.

The third board was for chit-chat.

The latest reply read: [X is amazing; a murder happened at the villa. The police have blocked the news. Can X

continue to act and let things spill?]

“Who is this X?” Cher couldn't help but lean closer, signaling Quinlyn to scroll up.

As they scrolled up, the messages were messy yet lively, and after flipping through many pages, they spotted a

user with a system-generated avatar.

He had left a message: [I will show my abilities before the divine.]

A few people mocked him, and nothing more followed.

“The post was three days ago, right after we clashed with the neighbors. They might have identified a target and

started planning; the police should be able to trace the IP.”

Before Cher could finish, Quinlyn opened a mini-program. With one click, all avatars changed to names and

addresses.

This was a tool Quinlyn developed after trolls bullied Mandy during a live stream. It was now widely used by the

network patrol system, saving tin investigations.

After locating the addresses, Quinlyn called for the bodyguards to move. They needed to race against time.

If those on the forum truly saw Zane as a god, then once the case was public, it would be a major promotional

highlight for them, attracting more members.

It was nearly two o'clock. In the deep winter night, the air was frosty, appearing misty.

Reporters, unable to endure the cold, left one after another, leaving the street empty.

Meanwhile, in a narrow alley of another city, bodyguards climbed temporary metal stairs to reach a rented room.

Bang! After forcibly breaking open the

iron door, they found piles of m

samagg pet detroit screen

shinlihg rightly. They pinned down a

tall, skinny man in front of the chair.

As Quinlyn cooked a midnight snack downstairs, her phone rang.

“Zane, how much water should | add

to this noodle? Cher, you mixed Jp:

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Zane, originally indifferent, now wished his neck could stretch two miles to peer towards the kitchen.

“Quinlyn, turn off the heat; don’t hurt yourself. There are oats in the cupboard; you can soak them in hot milk.”

He guided

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while being handcuffed, nearly making himself frantic.

Bennett and Donny were speechless, wanting to uncuff him so he could quickly help.

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In the end, Quinlyn, as the chef, made a simple bowl of noodles; her cooking skills were limited to just getting

them cooked enough to eat.

While Cher wasn’t into cooking, she respected others’ hard work.

The two carried out the bowls, and Quinlyn received a phone call.

After listening, a smile spread across

her face as she FRY edearive

Cc gt Heckiief e noodles aren't

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