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.

murderer. So whenever the murderer kills someone, she intentionally leaves. her belongings on the victims

shook my head desperately. “No, it

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

the wanted

had been holding onto shattered in a

sarcastically glanced at the officers who were standing before me. Then, I turned around

not believe in me, but they

guilty for their suspletoms when they

was not important to

in the world would believe

one believed that

the one who got me into this.

them believed in

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back to Hamforth Residence, where I used to stay with Mom and Dad before their

wealthy in Huma, but we were

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

had

never go back to how

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

after I died. I was even more desperate than I was

Stephie, where are you? Please… come back

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

stood under the streetlight. My body trembled when I saw who it was.

My childhood friend and

my phone over and over, even

me. Don’t scare me,” she kept

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