Detective Jue: The Witness

Chapter 20:Rfile021, the hybrid possession, Triad pt2

"This..." a male voice said. It's Thompson, checking another gruesome death. The police and fbi was apart of the investigation. Thompson was extra frustrated and annoyed. More shriveled up than the last, almost like a flatten human over all. Forensics takes photos and samples of evidence. The victims where all naked, mixture of male and female. Three guys, and four girls. Jue kneel at the lifeless flesh flaps scattered on the floor.
"Thompson what the hell this kid doing here ha? This is a crime scene." Said a deep voice. A man with a clear fbi jacket on and short sleeve and tie. Pushed Jue back as Thompson stepped in.
"Hey he's fine he's with me." Thompson vouched.
"Fine but he doesn't get in me and my boys way. This case is now a federal one. Meaning you answer to me Thompson." He told him. Thompson scoffed as Jue meekly observed.
"Don't believe we met, but word gets around, Director Moore correct?" Jue greeted, extended his hand for a shake. Moore chuckled at his humbled gesture.
"Right to humbled your self. Not that I care to know of your make believe, but words gets around when someone wanna be noticed, I'll assume your the whaat uh 'ghost' detective right?" Moore teased as his agents laugh.
"Think any of your agents can explain seven people having their lives sucked from them?" Sarcastically Jue asked. As the room went silent. Thompson and Moore always butted heads before they had their leading positions. Thompson always being older then Moore with him being at the age of 36.
Moore face became serious as he threw all joking aside. He kneel at the crime scene, just as Jue did earlier. Moore was a bald black man. A lost for a son of Zion to not believe in the ALMIGHTY. He put on nanotech glove. He rubbed the skin. He felt fragile to him, breaking up as he tried to rub his lightest. He turned to Jue signaling to come over. Jue kneel beside him. Despite Moore being stubborn to knowing spirits, demons, and angels exist. He always use his closet logic.
"Ok Ghost detective-"
"It's spiritual...detective." Jue corrected him as Moore ignore him still taking.
"One thing my logic processes, theirs seven dead bodies in front of me right now. What my logic can't reach," Moore removed the Glove as he rubbed his medium goatee, "is the fact that their death is something that has never been seen." Jue looked at him almost pconcerned with pity. He was a Brother like him yet he chooses to not believe the true power of I am that I am.
"If your willing director, I believe we'll be able to wrap this up." Jue admitted. Moore scratched his goatee some more but this time I'm away of disapproval.
"Trust him Moore, he's...able to get to some type of understanding ground with these weird cases." Thompson insisted.
"Fine Ghost detective, don't wanna hear any of my evidence clashing with that god bull crap." He warned.
"Heh, don't worry, TMH is always in the bigger plan but don't need to state that, to you," Jue grabbed nanotech gloves grime the waist of one of the agents as he got to explaining the situation at hand.
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A sewer drainage near the border of the man made mountain (that separates the rich and poor.), leads to the homeless and their shelters. Pie roamed the damp dark sewers as he tried not to break down. 'Tch. Tch. Tch. Pie, pie, pie, why are we in a stinky sewer?' Lust asked in her head as he banged her head.
"Stop!!,"Pie sobbed dropping to her knees, becoming numb, "...just..stop.." she uttered. Pie sat on her knees, sulking being spiritually drain and vulnerable. Translucent like figure of a women appeared in front of her.
"I gave you power, pie. Soon you will understand. Until then your stuck with me." Lust bragged hugging her from the back.
"What do you want from me?" Pie asked.
"Simple want to give the gems to a new accessor." Lust told her as she possessed her. The more lust manipulates her the more she creates false blend of the demon and a soul somewhat moving in unison. Forbidden yet one small chose, decision. One sin, being able grow into a new demonic possession. Lust moved through the Sewers as she came across a small village(What the sewer dwellers called their small homes.) the people stopped working and doing what they where doing, eyeing the trespasser.
"Your not welcome here, you surface walker! Leave now! Before you infect us." One of them warned her as the rest chattered in agreement. lust smiled wickedly as she jumped landing in the center of them. She got ready to sexually drained them as the small impact of her landing crated air, moving towards the sewage villagers. Their skin began to boil and melt as if she is toxic or have a horrible disease. She watched confuse as she cover her nose, coughing from the smoke fumes of the melting flesh. The bodies steamed revealing nothing but bones. lust, being aware another demon was afoot.
"Well, what are you spirit of illness?" She demanded as the dark black green demon showed its self.
"In a sense yes. Yet I'm a reverse gene." The demon told her. She glared at him.
"Explain." She ordered.
"Knowing we demons, the spirits of the world and the fallen all came from the morningstar," she elaborated as he wrote Roman numerals in the air. lust getting a little frustrated asked about the numbers.
"Mah!, never mind that spirit of whoredome." The spirit gene said.
"Fine, if my prey is just gonna drop dead before giving me pleasure, no need to be here," she looked around, "where's the exit spirit of illness." She demanded.
"I told you not exactly illness I'm a reverse gene. And the exit is further down to the left." He told her as she sexually lick her lips at the spirit gene as she ran off.
Back on the case, Jue started to explain what the victims where doing, before death. He noticed all seven where naked. He looked at one of the girls. That one still had under garments. He slowly smelled the aroma in the room. 'Sex...lust.' Jue thought to himself.
"The victims where naked before the attack. From my discernment, together where in the process of a orgy." Jue touched the dried up body of one of the girls. He felt the texture. 'Way to fragile, as if it's a leaf that crunches in autumn.' Jue examined, thinking to himself. He looked at the eyes.
"Look at the eyes, when people have to much sex there's a certain hue in the eyes," he then grabbed a hologram mini tablet and grabbed fluids from the girls private area. The teams looked away in disgust as Jue showed the fluids having green muck in it.
"These are signs of a infection of the vagal area." Jue explained.
"Ok, ok, all great observations, what your point." Moore asked him.
"The point is Director, each of these cases involves some type of sexual activity, why is that?" Jue asked him. He chuckled shrugging.
"Who knows could be a sicko who's really horny when he kills." He suggested. Jue got closer to him looking at him seriously.
"Or something dangerously lustful is afoot." He told him. Out the corner of his eye he noticed a camera in on top of the bookshelf almost as if it was hidden. He knew if he said something they'll take it for themselves. So he kept silent until he had a chance to grab the evidence.