Case 4: This place has an owner.

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There was a commotion at the station after loud banging was heard on the inspector's office door. Singha sat at his desk, while a security guard reviewed the CCTV footage and Thup sat frightened, not far from them, with his knees drawn up. Since the young man arrived at the police station, many strange things had happened.

According to the CCTV footage, no one else was found in the room apart from Thup. Hearing that, Singha became angry. He was stressed enough to find the killer and now he had to listen to this kind of garbage. He didn't believe it and asked the officers to play the recording again.

In the recording, you could only see someone passing by casually, but no one entered or left. Suddenly, a path of scratches slowly began to appear, but there was no physical attacker. The door shook, but then the inspector was seen arriving, and then everything was silent.

"There was no one at the door, inspector."

"How is it possible that there is no one? Everyone could hear the sound, how could these marks appear on the front of the door? If it's not a person, what the hell happened?" Singha said angrily.

"Check again." Everyone looked at Singha at that moment, even his subordinates, but no one dared to say anything to him. The young man's eyes blinked fiercely, and Singha looked at him, before sighing in frustration.

"Have you already gone to check this child's room?"

"The search warrant will be delivered to the Says promptly." the officer responded.

Singha looked at the clock. There was only half an hour left and it would be the morning Says. "Here, inspector, these are the images of the moment the sound occurred."

He looked carefully at the image of the event that occurred in front of his office, he could see people passing by, but no one stopped in front of the door. The image remained like this, but after about 5 minutes there was movement, suddenly, traces of scratches gradually appeared, but there was no shadow of the perpetrator. The door shook slightly. But when he arrived, everything calmed down.

"Inspector, you won't be able to see anyone," said the voice of the young man who sat upright on the sofa, drawing the attention of the two police officers who turned to look at him. "But I saw it."

They watched the video footage over and over again, and although others saw it as a blank image, before their eyes, they could see a woman in worn-out clothes, hair disheveled, dragging her nails across the door.

" What did you see?" Thup raised his head and looked Singha in the eyes. Only the person in front of him understood what he was seeing.

"What does inspector do? Lieutenant Khem hurriedly asked when he saw his leader walk up to the young man and begin to remove his handcuffs.

But Singha went to his desk, took his gun and said, "Please keep an eye on everything. If someone comes to see me, tell them that I went to work on the case, and also fix the door. "My eyesight bothers me."

"Work on the case? Where will you go to work on the case? Inspector, Inspector!"

But Singha was not interested in answering, despite the shouts, he left dragging the young man straight to the parking lot.

While outside, Singha approached the black motorcycle, closely followed by the young suspect, and handed him a helmet. But when the other party saw him, he put on an uncomfortable expression, and Singha realized how poor this child's life skills were.

"Did you know that you are the suspect with the most problems since I have been working?"

"I'm sorry." His voice was cut off and his face was like that of a puppy that was scolded. This made Singha want to hit the helmet in his hand, but instead, he took it out of his hands and placed it on his head. Once he secured it, he said, " Come on, go up." When he saw hesitation in the young man's eyes, he added: "If you don't, I will leave you here."

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