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.

someone, she intentionally leaves. her belongings on the victims so she could

helplessly and shook my head

then he said, “Get an arrest warrant

wanted list.”

holding onto shattered in a blink of

were standing before me. Then, I turned

me, but they even standered

guilty for their suspletoms when

was not important to

the world would

believed that i was

no one believed that Vesmin was the one who got me

of them believed in

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went back to Hamforth Residence, where I used to stay with

Huma, but we were a

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

everything had been

could never go back to

cars ran through my soul. But I couldn’t

would fall into the pit of despair after I died. I was even more desperate than I was alive because I couldn’t even end my life when

you? Please… come back to me.”

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

trembled

childhood friend

and over, even though the

don’t scare me. Don’t scare

couldn’t stop repeating, “Stephie, please don’t