Chapter 150

Zion stared at the rope, sweat already beading on his forehead from anxiety. "The murderer is way too smart… If the candle is moved out of position or extinguished, the direction of the breeze nearby will change and make the iron beads fall like dominoes. The blade positioned above will fall and cut the rope and Yasmin will die." If the beads were taken away prior, there would be uneven weight distribution. Yasmin didn't dare move an inch while hanging on the roof. "Michael… save me. I'm so scared." Yasmin sobbed. "I'd advise you to not speak so loudly. These ropes and systems are balanced very delicately. The more you yell, the sooner you'll die," I warned. Yasmin's face reddened with fright. She didn't dare cry out anymore and only sobbed quietly. As I looked at Yasmin hanging there, I felt… delighted, for some reason. I had to admit… I had the evil thought of not saving her. I knew Steven could save her, but I didn't want him to. Zion looked at Phil and the rest of the poli