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.

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

shook my head

then he said, “Get an arrest warrant for Stephanie

the wanted

onto shattered in a blink of an

the officers who were standing before me. Then,

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

wondered if they would feel guilty for their suspletoms when

not important

one in the world would

that i was dead.

Vesmin was the one who got me

believed in Yasmin

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Hamforth Residence, where I used to stay with

might not be considered wealthy in Huma, but we were

I was 18, I used to imagine I was the happiest little princess who had a beautiful life with

everything had been ruined.

back to how things were.

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

into the pit of despair after I died. I was even more desperate than I was

are you? Please… come back

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

My body trembled when I saw who it

childhood

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

Don’t scare me,”

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