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.

leaves. her belongings on the

shook my head desperately. “No, it

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

wanted list.”

hope I had been holding onto shattered in

were standing before me. Then, I

me, but they even

would feel guilty for their suspletoms when they found my

important to me

in the world would

one believed that i

no one believed that Vesmin was the one who

believed in

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used to stay with Mom and

wealthy in Huma, but

was the happiest little princess who had a beautiful life with my parents

had been

back to

wandered on the street in despair, countless cars ran through

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

you? Please… come

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old home. A thin

stood under the streetlight. My body trembled when

Rachel, My childhood friend and bestie.

over, even though the

me. Don’t scare

couldn’t stop repeating, “Stephie, please don’t scare me. Come back to me, Stephile.”