Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford ) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 

“I just heard them say there’s a male victim now,” I told Steven. 

This meant the serial killer was still out there. And he wasn’t just stopping at women. He had plans to continue with male victims. 

It seemed linked to that orphanage. This was a direct challenge to the police, who were struggling to catch him. 

“Who is he, and why haven’t the police found any clues so far?” My voice quivered. 

Certainly, that person had to be suspecting me. 

Steven held an umbrella for me, his body tense. 

I nervously looked at Steven as raindrops dripped down my hair. “You know, right? You know who he is, don’t you?” 

“We can’t let him keep killing people.” I clutched Steven’s clothes tightly. 

He knew who the murderer was, so why wouldn’t he say anything? 

“They… deserve to die,” Steven’s voice was hoarse, his body slightly trembling. 

I looked up at Steven. 

They deserved to die? Was he referring to the victims? 

“What about Stephanie? What did she do wrong?” I pushed Steven away and turned to run outside. 

“Stephie…” Steven nervously called my name. 

I didn’t stop but kept running in the rain toward the crime scene. 

Who was the victim this time? 

As I rushed to the South Bay docks, the relentless rain made me drenched. The biting cold caused me to shiver uncontrollably, and my face turned a ghostly white. 

Standing at the roadside, I joined the onlookers to observe the scene. 

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“The deceased is a male. He was also an orphan from that orphanage. After the fire years ago, government relocated the children from the orphanage. Most found adoptive families, but it seems… the murderer still has a connection to the orphanage.. 

“Investigate everyone from the orphanage! Bring them all in for questioning!” Zion was furious. 

Indeed, in recent years, this was the biggest serial murder case in Huma to remain unsolved. Until now, the police had no leads, no clues, and hadn’t caught the killer. There wasn’t even a trace left behind. 

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“The murderer is too vigilant. He left no hair, no nails, not even fingerprints. How does he manage that?” a young officer asked in terror. 

“It’s as if there’s no murderer… just like those online rumors. It’s as if everything was done by a vengeful ghost.” 

Zion’s face turned grim. “Cut the crap! There are no ghosts in this world.” 

I stood frozen in place, watching the body being carried away by the police. 

If the murderer was indeed human, how could they not leave any evidence? 

Rachel said she went to my house, but there were no signs of anyone living there. 

But clearly, I saw that person in that house… 

Zion was an atheist. He didn’t believe in ghosts and gods, but I… I was someone who had died before. 

I knew even if one became a ghost, it was impossible to commit murder because one couldn’t physically touch anything. 

The dead were more like souls trapped in a four–dimensional world. They were unable to interact with the three–dimensional world.