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.

the murderer. So whenever the murderer kills someone, she intentionally leaves. her belongings on the victims so

and shook my head

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

wanted

holding onto shattered in a blink

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

they not believe in me, but they even standered me and planned

would feel guilty for their suspletoms when

not important to me

the world

that i

that Vesmin was the one who got

them believed in

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back to Hamforth Residence, where I used to

Huma, but we were a happy middle–class family.

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

everything had been

never go back

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

of despair after I died. I was even more desperate than I was

are you? Please…

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

body trembled when

Rachel, My childhood friend

through my phone over and over, even though the phone was no

scare me. Don’t scare me,” she kept

sounded hoarse after a long cry, yet she couldn’t stop repeating, “Stephie, please don’t scare me.