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.

belongings on the victims so she could provoke Michael and Yasmin?” Lily said as

head

while, and then he said, “Get an arrest warrant for Stephanie

wanted

last hope I had been holding onto shattered

sarcastically glanced at the officers who were standing before me. Then, I turned

I they not believe in me, but they

if they would feel guilty for

not important to me anymore.

the world would believe in

one believed that i

that Vesmin was the one who got me into this.

of them believed

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Hamforth Residence, where I used to stay with Mom and Dad before their

considered wealthy in Huma, but

little princess who had a

had been

never go back to how

countless cars ran through

pit of despair after I died. I was even more desperate than I was alive because I couldn’t even

Please…

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from the entrance of my old home. A thin figure was squatting at the door and kept

the streetlight. My body trembled when I saw who it was.

My childhood friend and

my phone over and over, even though

scare me. Don’t scare

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