Dorian Mystery - Art of Murder

Chapter III

What in the world...?

I checked through every window, however I couldn't see anyone outside or let's say in other buildings watching me. I checked the room thoroughly, thrown everything and re-arranged, but no cameras either. How did he knew that I picked up the book. The bookshelf didn't shown any signs that there was a camera ever.

How the Hell did he even knew? I checked all the books one by one, page by page and nothing there either. Was there some kind of a trigger that notified him when I pulled up the book? I checked through every single page of the book on both of its sides and there was nothing there either. If he knows where I am and what I am doing is it possible that maybe there is a camera outside my window? I pulled up the window and looked again. Nothing seemed out of ordinary, except...

I looked above and seen it. Attached outside, to the upper side of the window, deep inserted in the brick wall, there was a small camera that was fading in and out with a red light. He was recording everything, but it was almost invisible to the human eye. He must've thought that people usually don't usually pay that much of attention to such things. I have to admit this guy is smart. Very smart, but I will catch him one day.

I went to the closet and took my toolkit, in which I knew I had a screwdriver. With the right tool and a surgical precision, I was able to extract the camera from the wall. It was tiny, but effective. The model of the device made me even more curious as I was putting it on the office desk. I never seen such a model before. Was it his personal invention? Or was it made by someone from the Black Market and sold to him?

I saw a type C USB slot on one of the sides. Maybe it was used to transfer the data from the camera to a computer when its own drive recording was full. Pulling out the drawer, I noticed I didn't had such a cable. I am always using type A. I had to go down to the store to get this type of charger.

I took on my coat and went down the stairs thinking of everything that has happened. Since when was that camera there? For how long had I been watched and how much does he know about me? Who is he?

My mind drew me back in time while I was investigating the case of the missing jewelry of the Queen of England. That case was so complex because the thief always left the clues to find the jewelry using chess pieces.   

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Back in the days I used to work as Dorian Mystery, there was a call from the Queen of England asking me to investigate a case in which her most precious jewelry was stolen. The thief was able to sneak in with no signs of broken entrance, no windows opened and knew how to avoid all the obstacles to be detected by any kind of security system.

Arriving at the crime scene, the only clue left where it was supposed to be the jewelry was just a pawn on a black paper. It was weird on how the thief managed to overcome everything so easily, so I tried to trace the steps on how did he entered the room in the first place. Searching through her palace, her guards were able to discover multiple chess pieces, however there were only two white pieces of paper. The chess pieces were definitely one of a kind. They were not made of wood or plastic, they were made of glass, which means they were a bit expensive. I took a regular chess board and put the 6 black and white pieces where they belong, but where did they actually belong?

In front of me I had a Bishop, King and a Pawn, but on the other side, there was a king, queen and a pawn, all of them black. I was still puzzled when the royal guard came to me saying inside the garden there was a new piece of paper stapled on the bench. On this one it was simply written E4, which made me realize where to head on next.

The E4 is one of the most known chess pieces. It was known as Bishops Opening or "The Truth" as it was called in the past. This thief left me an important clue on where to go next, but what's the result in all this?

With the permission of Her Majesty, I went inside the Westminster Abbey Church in hope to retrieve the stolen treasure. The design and beauty were incomparable to everything I've seen so far. The Church was so spacious, the walls built in such a beauty that could make everyone want to stay here. Even now I remember how the architecture made the church look like you are passing through a long hallway on which at the end of it you will always find God waiting for you. But I was not here to admire anything at this moment. I was walking in the silence, heading to the altar to check if there was anything unusual. The altar seemed normal. Chalices, bread, candles and there was this one letter with the name "Detective" on it. I took the letter and read it as this person was speaking to me:

Detective,

If you're reading this, it means that you either resolved my chess puzzle or you did not. It doesn't matter anyways as the real game just began. You're the Rook and I got you to Bishop Four. Now can you guess my next move?

Find all my chess pieces and you will get your treasure back.

D.M.

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I was thinking of the contents of the letter when I walked out the building to visit the store nearby, but I was thrown out by a wave of heat and a huge explosion. The pain I felt from both the heat and different objects that stabbed me during this explosion. People were screaming and running away panicked, but I couldn't make a move to help them.

Was this the end? I was asking myself while my mind and body were falling into the unconscious.