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.

she intentionally leaves. her belongings on the victims so she could provoke

Zion helplessly and shook my head desperately. “No, it wasn’t me.

he said,

the wanted list.”

onto shattered in

standing before me.

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

feel guilty for their suspletoms when they found my body.

that was not important to me anymore.

in the world would believe in me

one believed that i was

Vesmin was the one

them believed in

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Residence, where I used to stay with

be considered wealthy in Huma, but we were a happy

little princess who had a beautiful life with my parents and a wonderful future

everything had been

never go back to how things were.

I wandered on the street in despair, countless cars ran through my

that I would fall into the pit of despair after I died. I was even more desperate

Please… come

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

trembled when I saw who it was.

Rachel, My childhood friend and bestie.

over, even though the phone

please don’t scare me. Don’t scare me,” she kept

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