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.

intentionally leaves. her belongings on the victims so she could

head desperately. “No, it wasn’t

for a while, and then he said, “Get an

the wanted

onto shattered in a blink

officers who were standing before me. Then,

in me, but they even standered me and

feel guilty for their suspletoms

was not important to me

world

that i was

Vesmin was the one

believed in Yasmin

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to stay with Mom and

wealthy in Huma, but we were a happy

princess who had a beautiful life with my parents and

everything had been

back to

the street in despair, countless cars ran

was even more desperate than I was alive

where are you? Please… come back to

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

streetlight. My body trembled

childhood friend and

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

Don’t scare me,” she

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