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 Michael and Yasmin?” Lily

head desperately. “No, it wasn’t me. I did not.”

he said,

wanted

onto shattered in a blink of an eye.

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

they even standered me and

if they would feel guilty for their suspletoms when they found my body.

important

in the world

one believed that i was

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

believed

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to stay with Mom and Dad before their

might not be considered wealthy in Huma, but we were a happy

used to imagine I was the happiest little princess who had a beautiful

everything had been ruined.

back

cars ran through my

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

Stephie, where are you? Please…

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faint cry coming from the entrance of my old home. A thin figure was

stood under the streetlight. My body trembled when I saw who

My childhood

and over, even though the phone was no longer

scare me. Don’t scare me,” she kept

voice sounded hoarse after a long cry, yet she couldn’t stop repeating, “Stephie,