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Steven's grip on my hand slowly tightened, and his eyes welled up slightly with tears. He looked like he'd been wronged but was trying his best to suppress his emotions.
"Why should we be upset... They're not going to die," he said.
"They're only sad because they're stupid," he mumbled.
Michael furrowed his brows and turned to look at Steven.
Zion's gaze also violently snapped in our direction.
He tugged on Steven's wrist nervously and asked, "What do you mean?" "Joel... won't die. He has his own ideas. He just wants to test out his theory." Steven pulled his hand back.
Under everyone's gaze, he looked atnervously. "Let's go, Stephie. I want to go home." He didn't want to explain, and he couldn't be bothered to explain either.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI understood. In the eyes of regular people, those with unusual personalities likeand Steven were considered aliens.
Our mere existence felt alien.
Deep down, Steven understood that Rachel and Joel might still be alive. However, he couldn't explain as they weren't on the slevel of understanding. Even if he did explain... they might not even believe him.
They would only understand once we got out of here and saw them alive before us.
"Rachel won't die?" Zion asked nervously. "Explain yourself, Steve." "If she's innocent, then she won't die." Steven looked at him. "Are you confident that she is?" Zion knitted his brows together. "She's definitely innocent." "There are only a few types of people that were taken here. The ones responsible for the incident at the orphanage are all evil-none of them will get away with it. S~Earch the Find Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
"The rest are police. You, Eason, and Rachel are all considered witnesses. As long as you're not running head first into the gun barrel like sidiot... the ones behind all of this won't really harm you." I lifted my head to look at the direction of the camera. Then, I explained on Steven's behalf.
"Another type would be the ones behind all of this, or the ones controlling everything." My gaze fell on Yasmin. "Take her, for example. The fact that she's still alive isn't sheer luck. It's because she's under Peter Jones' protection.
"The masterminds didn't orchestrate this horror gto kill anyone, they did it to taunt. They want to taunt the people behind Yasmin, the kidnappers, and the human traffickers. Genmodification could involve countless of those involved in various crimes." I continued, "At the stime, they also want to mock. They're revealing the truth bit by bit. This way, they're mocking the capabilities of so-called criminal experts like Eason." I frowned and looked toward Eason.
The man in question opened his mouth and wanted to retort, but he lowered his head again sheepishly.
"I didn't expect human traffickers to be involved with genetic crimes..." he said.
"Stupid," Steven added.
Eason gritted his teeth and W him. He was afraid of getting hit by Steven, hit by Steven, though. Hence, he swallowed his annoyance.
"So... Steven isn't sad because he bent. He believes that s that both Joel and Rachet are the end, they'll both still be alive. S "They just ended this gearlier than us. They're safer than we are at the moment." I held onto Steven's hand tightly.
To be honest, before his explanation, I was also blinded by the tricks that the masterminds were using.
His words madecto a sudden realization.
"What about Carol?" Michael asked.
"Isn't she innocent as well? We vele the chainsaw go through her stomach with our own eyes before she disappeared into the trap." I froze and didn't respond.
Carol... was indeed not within my expectations.
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"Carol is innocent," Quinn choked out.
"She's a good person. She's been protectingall these years."
i "In this building, all we can see is what the gmakers want us to see, Steven said in a low voice. see" Holding my hand, he made his way to the front.
"Move," he said coldly as we passed by Michael.
Michael took a look at the spacious pathway. His position wasn't causing a blockage in any way. way. Steven obviously did it on purpose. "Steven Lincoln!" he barked. "Let's go." I tugged on Steven's arm resignedly. "Why are you always picking on him?" "He just irks me," Steven grumbled in response.
I didn't know what to do with him.
I had just taken a few steps forward when I heard a hiss from Michael.
"I'm hurt, Stephie." He leaned on the wall.
He had also started putting on an act.
"He's been shot!" Eason gaped after checking out the wound. "Why didn't you say anything earlier!"
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