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Ｍｉｓｓｉｏｎ #02

Welcome back.

You seem to have taken in a bit of water.

No worries!

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"You're awake, good, I was just about to head outside." Hank said, his eyes drifting up and gazing into the rearview mirror. Realization flooded through Y/n, and a sudden upset look crossed her features.

"How come I have to sit in the back seat?" She whined, unbuckling her seat belt and looking at Connor enviously. The android got to investigate while she was stuck in the car.

"Sorry to interrupt Lieutenant, but Y/n would be a very useful asset to the case, I'd advise bringing her along." Connor urged. Gratefulness welled up inside her, and with a big fat grin on her face, she opened the car door. The old man groaned, but didn't argue.

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"Just don't vomit over any evidence, don't get in the way, and if you need to step out feel free to at any time." Hank ordered, and Connor and I nodded in unison, despite the instructions being veered more so towards me. Quietly, we made our way into the crime scene, ducking around and dodging the shocked people crowding around the caution barriers.
Hank's annoyance was obvious, as he shoved through the citizens who happened to block his way. Carefully, I followed, Connor tailing my footsteps. An old man cloaked in a silky, black trench coat eagerly greeted Hank, and proceeded to guide the ill-tempered Lieutenant indoors. Swiftly, I prepared to follow quickly after, only to be gently yanked back by Connor. He leaned in beside my ear, and I fought back the feeling of discomfort.

"Y/n, I understand you are a very smart girl. Even so, I advise you to not look too closely at the body, it could traumatize you." Connor murmured into my ear.

Is it really that bad? Then again, he's an android, so he must know about this. Ugh, I'm scared. But I've gone too far in now, I'm not gonna be a chicken!

Obediently, I nodded, and ducked behind Connor fearfully as we walked inside..

I was wise to take Connor's words to heart, because when we walked inside, it wasn't as overwhelming as I feared it to be. Though, it was extremely unpleasant, and everyone knew that.

The stench of the house was revolting, and reeked like rotten flesh lined with diarrhea if diarrhea was a specific smell. The air was hot, and difficult to breath into. Every step I took was into was into a thick, mucky, puddle of scarlet blood.

And don't even get me started on the body!

It was drenched in blood, and there were countless stab marks scattered across his tender stomach, which bulged out of his torn shirt. His beard was wet with blood, and traces of red ice clung to the beard hairs. Drool foamed at the tips of his lips, and his eyes were blank and lifeless. Flies buzzed around his corpse.

I fought the urge to vomit at the atrocious sight, and even had to retreat outside for some occasional fresh air. A couple citizens asked random questions like 'what's it like in there?' And 'did you find out who did it?'
It was truly a pain, and I'd always end up slipping back into the house.