Chapter 330

It didn't seem like Steven was trying to hide anything. "Stephie, nothing matters more than you…" said Steven, all choked up. "I'm just guessing that the murderer is intelligent… I lost, Stephie. I lost." Steven was saying something that I couldn't understand. I guessed he meant that he had lost the game against the murderer when I died. "You said you love me, but I don't see any hatred toward my murderer." I shook my head. I couldn't help but feel that something had come between Steven and me. It was too obvious—he refused to tell me about what he knew. He had the key information, but he chose to hide it from me and the police. Steven's head drooped low, and tears welled up in his eyes. He opened his mouth, but he said nothing. "I want to know the truth…" I looked at Steven and was getting emotional. "I want to know how I died. I want to know why they hate me so much… I want the murderer arrested!" In a panic, Steven pulled me into his arms. After a while, as if he finally made