Babel Novel
Chapter 210
Chapter 210
We all fell silent, our eyes glued to the screen.
On the screen, Marissa walked to the edge of the rooftop, stopped by the railing.
She paused and looked back, her expression shifting slightly.
"What's she looking at?" Janice exclaimed.
"I don't think she’s looking," I shook my head, noting Marissa's glance back.
I quickly paused the video, zooming in on her face. A faint smile graced her beautiful features. For a
moment, I felt as if she was looking through the screen at me, smirking with a wicked delight.
My heart raced, an involuntary shiver of dread ran down my spine.
The next second, I resumed the video. Marissa had already climbed over the railing.
Standing at the edge of the rooftop under the dim light, her white nightgown stood out sharply. Without
hesitation, she stepped forward, arms spread wide.
My hand instinctively shook in response.
Yes, she stepped forward, walking, instead of jumping, into the void as if it was solid ground. The white
figure plummeted downwards, disappearing from the screen.
"Holy moly..." Janice gasped.
My heart pounded as the figure vanished from the screen.
To be honest, I hated Marissa to the point that every cell in my body screamed at me to tear her apart.
Yet, seeing her disappear silently, knowing she was gone, I felt an odd mix of emotions. Was it relief?Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
Regret? Or frustration that I couldn't punish her properly? Regardless, it left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I rewound the video, pausing on her final smirk.
Janice quickly looked away, warning me, "Stop watching, you'll have nightmares! This is too creepy!"
I internally scoffed. I've had my share of nightmares already. The creepiest part wasn't Marissa's smirk.
Her wicked smile made me wonder, was she under the influence of a hallucinogen? She seemed too
lucid for that.
Logan took my phone, glanced at the paused screen, and mumbled, "Actually, what baffles me is, how
the hallucinogens got in her system?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, looking at Logan in disbelief.
Logan explained, "Because, from the time the police took her from your house to her death was 5
hours and 45 minutes. It took 25 minutes for the police car to reach the station, and less than 10
minutes to put her in the interview room. She was left alone for an hour and 20 minutes."
"Why was she left alone?" I asked.
"The police hoped to get some information from her, so they watched her covertly," Logan explained.
Images from the TV show came to my mind with people being locked in and the police outside
watching every move of the people inside through the big glass.
I nodded, understanding.
"Then an officer talked to her for 45 minutes. After that, she was driven home and never left her
apartment again.
No one visited her during that time. No phone calls. No messages. Then you saw what happened on
the surveillance footage. She just walked off the roof. Where did the drugs come from?" Logan spread
his hands.
We all exchanged glances.
"What if she did it herself?" I guessed, looking over at Logan.
Logan shook his head, "Unlikely. No one faces their death that calmly. Someone definitely drugged
her."
We all fell silent, a chill running down our spines. Who could have drugged Marissa?