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.

he jumped out of

Vivian panicked.

on the second floor! What about me? After stomping her feet in silent frustration, she climbed down the building clumsily crawling out from the place he had disappeared through seconds

on the ground where

a good thing I thought ahead" she muttered with

a handful of lime powder from the

of white powder under the faint moonlight, she dashed off in the direction

Jadeborough.It was one of the few places in the city where the lights were on at that

of

"Murderer! Murderer!"

in.The young man who suddenly turned into a maniacal killer

he stabbed one of the hotel's waiters as

blanked out for a moment because the next thing she remembered was the noise of

looked up and found the dagger in Kurt's hand

committing murder?" he

cried, color draining from her

it out of here alive tonight.Just like how

the clerk's chest until its point

in the same fashion and even at the

where we are?" the clerk asked with a horrible

smile appeared on the

became conspicuous, resembling his pupils’ blackness

rooted to the spot

"Kurt..."

the time the police stormed into the building, the two had

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

for fear of being

turn

supermarket, he threw aside the dagger in his hand that was so slippery from all the blood that