Revenge After Death

Chapter 117

“I suspect the killer may be secretly staying in Stephanie’s house, though I lack evidence. If you trust me, we could arrange for someone to keep an eye on him,” I said nervously.

Even Rachel seemed unconvinced, and I could imagine Zion’s skepticism.

Without their trust, the murderer might persist, posing a continued threat to potential victims.

“I’ve got this feeling that the murderer’s victims are connected to the people from that orphanage, not just those women in red dresses from the photos. Perhaps… it’s just the beginning.” I nervously glanced at Zion. I held off on bringing up the class monitor, Howard, for now.

I needed to find out more.

Zion gave me a skeptical look. “Are you saying the murderer might be staying in Stephanie’s house?”

I nodded firmly, anxiously looking at Zion.

Zion furrowed his brows. “How do you know?”

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“L… Well, I did some digging.” I hesitated.

“And where’s the evidence?” Zion demanded.

“If you trust me, just keep an eye on him. He’s bound to strike again,” I said urgently.

you still fixated on someone living in Stephanie’s house?” Rachel

“Stephany, after

after you

there. I checked the surveillance from the past few months too, and the only frequent visitor was you. Before Stephie passed away, you were always sneaking into

How did you unlock the door,

I tried to explain, but it was surprising that Stephany used to come to my

there anymore. Yet, Rachel’s and Zion’s intense stares

knowing the truth, voicing it out loud seemed futile.

were all kept in that house. But now they’re all gone. You took them,

to believe me. Trust me, I really want to help Stephanie

take

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secrets did

a glance with Zion. “I’m suspicious of her. She knows too much about Stephie, and in too much detail… It seems like she’s intentionally imitating Stephie to

a skeptical look. That look wasn’t just showing mistrust but also carried

you don’t believe me, I’ll just go,” I stated briefly. Too much talk

seemed elusive, my only option was to gather evidence.

fishy,” Rachel remarked, furrowing her brows and exchanging a glance

didn’t say a word, but his gaze held a depth of

the car, my mind wandered as I stared outside. I watched

hit me all of a sudden–the serial murderer always

perfect cover. With people wearing raincoats, even if he was captured on camera, nothing would be clear. It was easy for the killer to

emotions in check. I was desperate to find evidence to make them