Queen Revenge

Nancy Richter’s agonized voice was like an invisible hand around her throat, and I asked sharply, “What’s wrong with you? What’s going on.”

“Bell, Tina Deross is alive, help me, help me, someone is killing me, ah!” Nancy Richter’s voice grew steeply shrill, as if she were in some kind of shock, her voice trembling, so that one could hear her fear, and a chill ran down her back on this night.

“Nancy Richter, hello, hello …”

The phone was suddenly cut off.

Fiona Croix asked me, “What’s wrong?”

“Something happened to Nancy Richter.”

The gravity of the situation made me tense up and subconsciously clench my hands, “She said someone was trying to kill her and told me to go to People’s Road.”

“Don’t you go, someone killed her, what did she call you for, why didn’t she call the police, besides, it’s a legal society now, where would you dare to kill someone, this must be a prank or else it’s a lie.”

Given Nancy Richter’s relationship with me, it did seem a bit surprising that she asked me for help and said she had to see me, but Nancy Richter’s fear on the phone didn’t seem feigned.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

I looked around the neighborhood, which was just two kilometers from the People’s Road, and with Nancy Richter’s voice ringing in my ears in a very disturbing way, I mused, “I’d better go over there and check it out, and you take SWEETHEART and go to your place first.”

“Alva,” Fiona Croix took my hand, “If you’re going, then I’m coming with you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll just go check it out and call you as soon as I get something.”

It was unbelievable that the dead Tina Deross came back to life, Nancy Richter and I both saw the body of Tina Deross with our own eyes, and she was on the phone saying that Tina Deross was alive, and it was such a big deal that I had to make the trip.

I didn’t dare to take too much risk, regardless of the truth first, I called the police and asked them to go to the People’s Road immediately, I got off the car and asked Fiona Croix to take sweetheart back, I took a taxi to the People’s Road by myself.

This side of the People’s Road is quiet, so quiet that it makes your heart grow fuzzy.

“Nancy Richter,” I called out bravely, and all I got in response was the sound of a car traveling in the distance.

I looked around and there seemed to be a figure under the bridge, I turned on my cell phone flashlight and it was really Nancy Richter.

I immediately went around to go down to the bridge and Nancy Richter was lying on the ground motionless, and as I got closer I realized that she was lying in a pool of blood with a very pained expression on her face.

She had more than one wound on her body, on her hands and feet and back, all of them, I couldn’t count how many times she’d been stabbed, all I saw was that she was covered in blood, fresh, large, shocking blood.

I didn’t know what had happened to her and how she had managed to hold out long enough to have to see me.

“Nancy Richter, Nancy Richter,” I was so scared even my voice changed, trying to help her up but nowhere, “Who did this.”

Her blood-covered hands gripped the corners of my coat with all their might, and her lips quirked as she tried to speak but couldn’t, letting out ahhhhhs of pain.

“Hang in there, I’ll get you to the hospital right away.”

I shook my hand and dialed the phone, my heart panicked, even pressed the wrong twice before I got through, I panicked and said, “Someone is injured on this side of the People’s Road, you guys hurry up and send someone over, hurry up, she’s dying.”

“Alva,” Nancy Richter said with difficulty as her eyes beaded up and she couldn’t stop the blood from her neck, which was soaking through her shirt, “Knight, Ben Richter, Escape, Escape, Bell, Tina Deross, Live …”

She said every word with great pain and difficulty.

“Ben Richter did it didn’t he?” I undid the gauze around my neck and pressed it tightly against her wound, “Just stop talking for a minute, the doctor will be here soon.”

“I, I’m dying.” Nancy Richter’s body convulsed as she clutched my coat in a death grip, “Alva, tell Second and Mom for me, yes, I’m sorry, and little, watch out for Ben Richter, he’s going to, he’s going to …”

Nancy Richter’s body suddenly jerked out of control, taking deep painful breaths, her eyes had gone white, she stared behind me, her pupils suddenly shrank, revealing an expression of horror, she suddenly pushed me away with force, I fell to the floor, before I could react, a sudden stinging pain in my shoulder, I looked back over, a syringe was lodged in my shoulder, and the medication inside was being pushed into a blood vessel.

I tried to gaze upward to see who it was.

However, my eyelids were very heavy, my body went limp and collapsed on the ground, and my consciousness rapidly lapsed, I could only see that the man was wearing a black mask, and before I completely fell into the dimness, I vaguely saw that the man was wearing a limited edition wristwatch on his right hand.

I didn’t know what the man had injected me with, and when I woke up, I was in the hospital, with two police officers sitting on either side of the bed, left and right.

I rolled my eyes and gradually came to my senses, memories from before the coma flooded my mind and I thought of Nancy Richter and asked urgently, “How is Nancy Richter? Where is she?”

I tried to sit up and with a pain in my wrists I realized I was handcuffed to my hands and I was confused, “What’s going on here?”

The two officers looked at each other and one of the women said, “Nancy Richter is dead.”

I had already guessed in my mind that something had happened to Nancy Richter, and that even if the doctors had gotten there in time, they wouldn’t have been able to save her, but it was still hard for me to accept when I heard with my own ears that Nancy Richter was gone.

“So did you catch the killer? By the way, the man with the wristwatch, he must be Ben Richter, it was Ben Richter who killed Nancy Richter,” I said, a little emotional, my mind full of Nancy Richter’s blood-covered form.

Once again, I saw a complicated look in their eyes, and the policewoman told me to calm down, but what they said next made it even more impossible to do so.

Because I became a suspect in the murder of Nancy Richter.

The only thing they found at the scene was me, and I had the knife in my hand, and the only footprints at the scene were mine and Nancy Richter’s.

I froze and laughed stiffly, “How can this be, you guys are mistaken, I was the one who called the police, how could I have killed her, Nancy Richter called me for help and I went over there, and when I got there Nancy Richter was already dying, and I called an ambulance, and then someone attacked me from behind, and I fainted, I have no grudges with Nancy Richter had nothing against her, how could I have killed her, you guys are mistaken.”

What was injected into my body must have been anesthetic. In order to prove my innocence, I asked them to take a blood test, but the test result showed that there was no anesthetic in the blood.

There are only two possibilities, one is that it was undetectable in the blood after time, and the second is that I lied.

Just then, a police officer walked in and said to the woman, “Sister Luo, Li Ershao is here, right outside, asking to see the suspect.”

At that, my eyes lifted, it was Walker Richter coming.

The woman frowned and followed along, and after a moment the door was pushed open again, and it was Walker Richter who entered.

I stared at the expressionless man and explained eagerly, “I didn’t kill Nancy Richter, not me, she was dying when I got there.”

I don’t know if he will believe it, that is his own sister, the death is so tragic, and the scene is only me, the murder weapon is even in my hand, there are fingerprints as evidence, that place and no surveillance, I naturally became the first object of suspicion.

Walker Richter approached step by step, and his face grew colder and colder, comparable to a December day in the North Side, making it impossible to look directly at him.

Suddenly, he braced his hands on the edge of the bed, his eyes steeply became stern: “Why did you do it to her, where exactly did she offend you.”

I can’t believe he doesn’t believe me.

Walker Richter’s questioning was like a pot of cold water poured down from the head and the heart went cold.

“Why would I kill her?” I met his cold eyes and asked rhetorically, “That’s murder, do you think I would do something like that? Nancy Richter and I had friction and didn’t see eye-to-eye, but it wasn’t so deep a grudge that I wanted her dead.”

“The last person Nancy spoke to was you, the last person she saw was you, and there were witnesses who saw you laying hands on Nancy, and you’re still trying to argue.” Walker Richter’s words were like a sharp knife poking the heart: “I always thought you were kind-hearted, and I even gave sweetheart to you to raise, but I never thought you would be so vicious, Alva Hill, I will definitely seek justice for Nancy.”

The tip of my nose was sore, and that sourness went straight to my eyes, and even though I tried to suppress it, the tears came uncontrollably, “Walker Richter, I thought you were here to take me home, I thought you’d believe me …”

“Nancy she’s dead, she was only twenty-two.” Walker Richter interrupts me with a sharp cry, he takes a deep breath and tamps down his anger, “Alva Hill, just wait until you atone for Nancy’s sins.”

He dropped that and turned to leave, I called out to him, “Walker Richter, are you really so heartless, I’m pregnant, it’s been almost three months, the doctor said the baby is developing well, it’s due in a few months, you’re going to be a father again.”

“Hit it.”

Two words, cold and unfeeling.

It was that cloudy again.

I stared at Walker Richter’s back in dismay and instantly broke down, hissing at him, “Walker Richter, this is your child, how can you be so heartless, didn’t you send me a message earlier telling me to take care of myself and the baby with sweetheart.”

“I never sent any messages.”