Chapter 13

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The pic is Haruhi from last chap.

Mizuki's POV
Well Zero texted me but...

"How do you reply?" I said throwing my head back on the pillow in frustration. Looking on the large touch screen I squinted as I re-read the directions. Ugh what answer button!?

Morning...Mizuki.. I was wondering if you were still okay with coming to work with me today?

I want to answer I am ready but my gosh how! A knock was heard as I threw my phone on my bed after getting up. Opening my door Zero stood there with a hint of awkward in his presence.

"Um..." I nodded

"Yes I do. But I don't know how to answer back so I was kinda going through the manual...which made no sense..." I said shamefully as he chuckled lightly.

"We still have time you want me to explain over breakfast?" I nodded smiling

"Sure" I chimed as I grabbed my phone and kissed Socks.

"Bye baby girl I'll be back later" I whispered as she meowed looking at me as I waved and closed the door.

We walked together as I kept looking around. I looked over at him as he was in deep thought looking forward. His tattoo on his neck was just visible, his white hair flowed back as he walked, and his long tan jacket covered most of him.
Oh right Emiki said we have off till after New Years right? Yeah.

Finishing that mental note I kept thinking about my next target. Taisei Hashimoto. He's just a murderer but I heard of his techniques.

He gets them in the darkness and then tortures them. Days after he'll send their bodies in pieces to the police.

But it doesn't add up.
1- males normally kill fast and easily unless they have personal matters with them.

2- Especially when its killing whole families they kill all at once. Even more a fast and easy thing.

3-No murderer with common sense would risk taking the bodies to the police department where there's cameras.

Which is where two parts of my theory come in.

1- its not a male but a female.

And.

2- the said person has access to the police surveillance cameras.

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