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.

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

and shook my head desperately. “No, it wasn’t me. I did

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

the wanted list.”

onto shattered in

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

but they even

feel guilty for their suspletoms when they

important to

one in the world would believe in

one believed that i was

Vesmin was the one who got me into this.

believed in Yasmin

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back to Hamforth Residence, where I used to stay with Mom and

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

little princess who had a beautiful life with my parents and

had been ruined.

never go back to

the street in despair, countless cars ran

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

Stephie, where are you? Please… come back to me.”

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

My body trembled when I saw who

Rachel, My childhood friend

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

scare me. Don’t scare me,” she

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