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.

kills someone, she intentionally leaves. her belongings on the victims so she could provoke Michael and Yasmin?” Lily said as she walked

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

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

wanted

last hope I had been holding onto shattered in a blink of an eye.

officers who were standing before me. Then, I turned around and

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

guilty for their suspletoms when they

that was not important

the world would believe in me

one believed that i was

was the

of them believed in

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

Huma, but we were a

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

everything had been

back

street in despair, countless cars ran through my soul. But I couldn’t

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

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my old home. A thin figure was squatting at the door and kept making

trembled when I saw

Rachel, My childhood friend and

over and over, even though the phone was no longer

me. Don’t scare

stop repeating, “Stephie,