Revenge After Death

Chapter 23

“Is it possible that we’re heading in the wrong direction? Maybe the murderer isn’t a male, but a female? Or maybe it’s Stephanie Carlson?” Lily told Zion her suspicion.

Zion remained silent.

I tried to explain to him, but it was no use. They couldn’t hear me crying or shouting.

I wondered why the murderer was putting my belongings on the victims after he had killed me.

First, it was my bracelet; Now, it was my earring.

What the hell was that lunatic trying to do?

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I followed Zion to the Godrey River. It was a remote area that was some distance away from the abandoned orphanage.

Obviously, the murderer had dumped the body into the river. Then, the body floated downstream and was found in such a desolate place.

I stood by the river and saw that body covered in white cloth. I couldn’t help but cover my eyes in fear.

Yes, even when I was dead, I was still as timid as ever.

“That’s Stephanie’s earring alright. The last body had Stephanie’s bracelet, and this one had her earring. What is the murderer trying to say?” Phil was puzzled.

“Lily might be right. Maybe the murderer is Stephanie Carlson! Even if it isn’t her, she’s definitely part of it.

“She’s now missing, and her friends insist that she’s still alive. So maybe she pretended she was missing, but the fact is, she’s the killer or accomplice!” Phil said angrily.

“I heard that Stephanie Carlson was in love with Michael Ford. They said she would do anything to get married to him.

on the victims so she could provoke

and shook my head

and then he said, “Get an arrest

the wanted

I had been holding onto shattered

the officers who were standing before

only I they not believe in me, but they even standered me and planned on arresting me

feel guilty for their suspletoms

important to me anymore.

the world would believe in me

believed that i was

no one believed that Vesmin was the one who got me into

believed in

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Hamforth Residence, where I used to stay with Mom and

wealthy in Huma, but we were a happy middle–class

used to imagine I was the happiest little princess who had a beautiful life with my parents and a wonderful future

had

back to how

countless cars ran through my soul. But

that I would fall into the pit of despair after I died. I was even more desperate than I was alive because I couldn’t

are you? Please… come

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the entrance of my old home. A thin figure was squatting

trembled when

was Rachel, My childhood friend and

and over, even though

me. Don’t scare me,” she kept murmuring.

she couldn’t stop repeating, “Stephie, please don’t scare me. Come back