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 provoke Michael and

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

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

wanted

been holding onto shattered in a

before me. Then,

in me, but they even standered me

wondered if they would feel guilty for their suspletoms when they found my body.

not important to me anymore.

the world would believe

that i was

Vesmin was the one who got me into this.

believed in

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where I used to stay with Mom and Dad before their

Huma, but

was 18, I used to imagine I was the happiest little princess

everything had

go back to how

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

I died. I was even more desperate than I was

Please… come back to

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

My body trembled when I saw who it

Rachel, My childhood friend and bestie.

tried to get through my phone over and over, even though

scare me. Don’t scare

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