Chapter 283: Curse 1

Caspar had heard of the riot in the Scavo's more than ten years ago. But he thought of it as a rumor. Noticing the Scavos' indifferent tone, he panicked. They could even kill their family members without blinking an eye. To them, what was he?

Suddenly, Caspar felt cold sweat trickling down his back. He rolled his eyes and suddenly shouted at Vincent, "Ezra! Don't believe him! He asked me to kill you! He has wanted to replace you as the new head! So, he forced me to attack you! Now that things have been revealed, he makes me his scapegoat! Ezra! You must not trust him!"

Vincent didn't seem to hear anything. He stood still on the corridor, leaning lazily against the wall. Then he raised his chin slightly and looked over, his eyes arrogant and cold.

Rex, who was beside Vincent, had walked over with a murderous look in his eyes.

"You can't kill me!" Caspar shouted in fear. "If you kill me, my family won't let you go!"

Ethen looked down and brushed his instep. "Don't worry. No one will turn on money."

"What?!" Caspar's eyes widened uneasily.

Ethen explained kindly, "Just like you want to kill Vincent and let me take over his position, we can kill you and switch to someone who obeys us better."

"No!" Caspar screamed in despair as Ethen ripped off his head.

"Oops." Ethen raised his head and blinked at Rex. "Sorry, it's an accident."

At the sight of it, Rex quickly returned.

Ethen glanced at the two beauties inside the door. Noticing their faces turned pale with fear, he soothed with a smile, "I won't kill women. So, just leave."

The two women came out trembling. Just as they arrived at the door, they met Caspar's bodyguards. They were so scared that they ran back. Noticing Caspar lying dead on the ground, the bodyguards immediately drew their guns.

Then the two beauties died tragically on the corridor.

Ethen sighed regretfully. But when he raised his eyes, he noticed that Vincent had disappeared. He stopped sighing, beat the dust off his trousers, and went after him.

When he arrived outside, Ethen found a poor car at the entrance. It looked like it had been sprayed with countless bullets.

Just as he was about to ask, Rex shouted nervously, "Mr. Vincent!"

Ethen looked up and saw Vincent had fainted in the car. His black shirt was slightly wet on the chest. Ethen reached out and touched it. The blood was like a bright red flower slowly blossoming in his palm.

**

Harold rushed to the Peck's. When he was wondering which door had no alarm, a little robot flew out of the wall and stopped right in front of him.

Harold recognized it and immediately explained the reason for his visit.

The little robot circled in mid-air for a moment before it sounded. "Sorry, I can't help you."

Harold thanked it again and ran back.

The little robot returned to the garret and went inside the thick curtains. A surveillance video was playing on the computer. About five people got out of a car and fired bullets from different directions at a car.

The little robot destroyed the video and then destroyed another one about what happened in the hotel corridor.

After that, it sent a message to Rex. "OK."

A moment later, Rex texted it back. "Good, thank you."

Trevor then sent a message to Rex. "How is Vincent?" Emily just sent someone to ask, but I didn't say anything.

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After a while, Rex replied, "Unconscious."

Trevor no longer asked since the constant pop-ups reminded him that he had too much else to do. He clicked off the chat window and checked all the keywords about death.

It was overwhelming.

"I can't hold on any longer.... I hope that death will free me and give me a new life."

"Why is everyone else's world beautiful? Why am I the only one living in hell? Why? Will they let me go if I die?"

"Goodbye, Mom and Dad. I'm sorry. I can't accompany you. Don't be sad after I die."

"I heard that death is very painful, but I'm not afraid. It is the best thing for me."

"Since you want me dead, why did you give birth to me? Why do you hate me so much?! I hate myself too.... I want to die, ... but I'm so scared...."

"He said he loved me, but he still betrayed me. I wish I could kill him, but I can't. I can only kill myself."

"When will that devil let me go? Who can save me...? I'm dying...."

Trevor looked at the various keywords on the page. They were posted on Twitter, Facebook, and some other social networking sites.

Without expression, Trevor found out the IP addresses of these people, attached the suicide note to it, and then sent it to a person named J.

Trevor was very efficient at sending messages.

A moment later, J replied, "Are you interested in developing SOS software all over the world?"

The system that Trevor developed only applied to the domestic people. Any signal of suicide would be captured by the keywords in his computer. Then, he found out the people's IP addresses and sent them to J. After that, someone would go save them.

Most of them were teenagers. Some of them were going through a rebellious phase. They might look powerful on the outside, but on the inside, they were very fragile.

They wanted to die when they were scolded by their parents, criticized by their teacher, excluded by their classmates, rejected by the opposite sex, and even hated by themselves....

Their inner life was both simple and complicated. They lingered between life and death with a mix of hope and disappointment. They were conflicted. They wanted to die, but they hesitated in fear on their way to death.

They were the hope for the future, but they were filled with despair.

Some of them were adults. Adults had to withstand various stresses and strains. In times of despair, some of them would write down all their mistakes, while some would not say a word. However, what they had in common was that once they decided to die, the expectation of rescuing them was low.

There were also some elderly people. Most of them didn't announce the date of their death on the Internet. They only left a post "XX's grandfather killed himself" before they committed suicide resolutely! And their posts were forgotten since then.

Trevor checked all the pages that popped out and then texted J back.

"I'll give it a try."

At the same time, Harold arrived at the Britt's.

"Mr. Trevor said he didn't know. He can't help." Harold quietly went over the balcony and walked to the table.

Emily put down the brush in her hand and said softly, "I know." Then she stood up, her face expressionless. "You can go. There is much to do tomorrow."

"OK."

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