Chapter 37

I hurried over because the police found something. My memories of my death were already unclear. Some memories became blurry after awakening from unconsciousness, only to fall back into it again. All I knew was that I was drugged on an old street. When I awoke, I was in a dimly lit warehouse, where I was stuffed in a wooden makeshift transport crate. The crate was filled with hay, which seemed to be used to transport porcelain or fragile items. Zion discovered an iron gate covered by weeds in the southeast corner of the welfare home. The gate was rusty, but the grass on the ground had shown signs of frequent movement. Even the lock was newly replaced. "We searched here last time, but the grass was too tall. We couldn't have found it without careful observation," Zion's colleague said in surprise. As Zion glanced around, he noticed Steve, who had sneaked into the yard at some point. "When did he get over there?" "Who knows? This man comes and goes like a shadow. I saw him jumpin