The officeholders were engaged in reviewing the outbreaks they dealt with for the whole month as their appointed task. Rough murmurs could be given attention over the place. The noise of chains and guns that were being positioned on metallic furniture gave a disturbing noise.
"I believe they are trying to torment us with these cases, the two of us are assigned to this task, Officer Scott, would it be nice if we have our team with us?" The officer named Dale stretched his arms and sipped his coffee.
His colleague, Officer Scott gazed at him and strived to soothe himself. "You are right, this work is quite risky as we think it is, the culprit that we are looking for is none to be found and the traces are relatively confusing. We desperately need our crew because this issue is no joke at all. This is giving me a headache, sir." They altogether shook their heads, fixing their eyes upon the whiteboard located in the front room.
Based on their postures, they were not happy at all. Anxiety and disturbance collide within their senses, and it gives rise to them to think vastly. "I guess we should take a rest? it's been weeks since we handled this case, we have been bothering all along," Mr. Dale asserted.
"You have a point, but I believe we need to fix these sheets first. I am becoming more troubled, sir. Six officials were found lifeless because of this murder case. I don't expect to find myself lying in my blood but I can't lose this grip of opportunities as well. We are digging this mystery, and it still has a bit of fun, what do you think?" Mr. Scott answered, and let out a chuckle.
They peeked at the board and deliberately twitched their heads as disappointment began to be indicated on their faces. The clues that were pinned on the whiteboard weren't sufficient for them to unravel everything. Officer Scott, the guy with red-brown hair hurled the memo pad on the floor as frustration proceeded into his body.
"Darn, what a difficult job."
He gritted his teeth and glared at the young lady, handing a mug of tea while blankly staring at the polaroids which were hooked on the whiteboard.
"Hey, kid. Are you prepared to answer all these questions?" Mr. Dale asked, walking in the direction of the young girl with a piece of paper in his grip. He yawned as he gradually arranged the sheet on the wooden table.
It took them hours while waiting for the young lady to speak, the girl has been acting empty since she arrived. The moment they saw her, chills ran over their spines. She's into traumatic events and that's what they thought. She appeared to be resisting eye contact with them, she remained speechless for the extensive hour while sitting on the metal stool. By merely looking at her face, she appears to stand naive to be a criminal.
As if they were in a maze, their impressions are baffled, thinking how could someone blame an innocent woman for committing a murder.
Yet there is a past that they need to unfold.
Six years ago, an unsolved case occurred, committed by an unidentified murderer. Thirteen men were found lifeless every month, which compels to be frightening because of how the killer has done upon ending their existence.
The murderer broke off a hint on the victim's corpse, the similar patterns to be examined were visible to the lifeless prey, their covering being coated with a black tuxedo and a red polo shirt underneath. Pairing it with black slacks and black shoes perfectly fit the victims and bound with their hands nailed, the martyrs appear to be likened to a toy, particularly a doll.
Based on the analysis, there exist no fingerprints set up on the apparel that the corpse had worn, even on the items which were involved in the crime scene. The patterns on the sufferers' left wrist and neck snatched their attention. An intense metallic blade brought out injury which caused a deep wound, it simply annihilates the person instantly out of blood loss.
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Mystère / Thriller[English Medium] "They're trap." They were the cause of murders in their place, their territory was known to be precarious. They are struggling to blend in, for the world is against them. Cases unsolved and lives at risk, who will survive at the en...
