Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1728 

Vivian jumped into the courtyard of the police station without making a noise.

Looking up, she saw a faint light coming from a room on the second floor.

Swallowing her fears, she climbed up in Kurt's wake and found herself in the coroner's office.

A strong smell of formalin invaded Vivian's nostrils at her arrival.

She was stunned to see the young man transfixed by a corpse that had undergone an autopsy.

"Isn't that Jason?"

Vivian's dark eyes widened as her tiny hands clapped to her mouth.

How did he know that Jason's body would be here? Her pupils dilated in horror, and Vivian's head swam with more questions than answers since leaving the hospital.

However, Kurt barely moved a muscle as he stood over the body.

After staring at it quietly for five minutes, he gently touched its stone-cold face.

Vivian was not sure if she had imagined detecting a trace of sadness in his gesture.

A little later, Kurt returned the corpse to its locker before emerging again.

"Kurt?" Vivian called tentatively.

She did not hide from him.

Instead, she craned her neck to look at him cautiously under the cold and dark night sky.

Instead of acknowledging her, Kurt merely stared into the pitch-black distance with a cold menace in his eyes.

warning, he jumped out of the

Vivian panicked.

stomping her feet in silent frustration, she climbed down the building clumsily crawling out from the place he had disappeared

powder on the ground where

ahead" she

he wouldn't wait, so I tagged him with a handful of lime powder from the yard before I came

faint moonlight, she dashed off

of the few places in the

moment, screams of horror

"Murderer! Murderer!"

her safety, Vivian ran in.The young man who suddenly turned into a maniacal killer was wielding

guests, he stabbed one of the hotel's waiters as soon

for a moment because the next thing she remembered was the

looked up and found the dagger in Kurt's hand

committing murder?"

cried, color

it out of here alive tonight.Just like how

into the clerk's chest until its point came out

and even at the exact spot of the bullet that

where we are?" the clerk asked with a horrible gurgling sound as

ghostly smile appeared on the corner

conspicuous, resembling his pupils’ blackness at that

to

"Kurt..."

time the police stormed into

night traveling around the city, watching the rampage in Kurt's reckless wake like a fettered

could not hold on anymore for fear

he did not turn his weapon

in his hand that was so slippery from all the blood that he could not