Death Note X-Files (completed 6/6)

Mulder's accusation

DEATH NOTE X―FILES

Chapter 4: Mulder's accusation

Clara was having dinner with her parents, the three of them commented on the news from time to time, especially the news about the mysterious deaths of several rapists around the country, of course when this news was commented on, the young woman was silent and her parents understood it as not wanting to address an issue that she had unfortunately had to deal with.

"Don't you want more my pumpking?" Her mother asked her a little worried.

"It's okay, Mommy, I don't want more. I'm gonna take these apples to my room."

"It's good that you're eating fruit, Clarita," his father congratulated her. "Tomorrow your mother and I will go to the market to buy more."

"Or do you want another fruit, sweet?"

"No, the apples will be fine. I'm going up to my room. See you tomorrow, Mom. See you tomorrow, Dad."

"Until tomorrow, Clarita, may you sleep well, little daughter," the loving parents bid farewell while they returned to their attention on the nightly news.

The first thing Clara saw when she opened the door of her room was Voldor who, instead of behaving like a shinigami, was frolicking on the bed like a kitten.

"I know it looks creepy, but it's really very lazy," thought the girl as she smiled, revealing her pearly smile.

With disguise she sat at the edge of the bed and began to caress Voldor like a cat. The shinigami purred with pleasure but stood stiff when Clara stuck her face very close to his.

"That shadow on your face doesn't let me see your face at all, it looks very mysterious, can't you do something about it?"

"Impossible, I was always like this... Did you bring me apples?"

"Yeah, here's your sweet tooth."

Voldor gave a meow of pleasure and neither slow nor lazy, he began to taste the sweet fruits. It was a tender scene, even though it had a ghoulish hint, and neither of them even suspected that two people were already on their trail.

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Dana Scully was doing the autopsies in a private hospital as she was horrified by the poor state of the city's morgue. It was half past four o'clock in the morning, and she had not yet been able to find any indication of the causes of the deaths of the mans on the dissecting tables.

Not only was she frustrated, Mulder was also overwhelmed and disgusted with all the reports he had to read at police headquarters. Apart from the fact that all the dead were rapists, there were no other parameters that would indicate any connection or clues to finding the culprit(s) in the mysterious deaths.

"How the hell does he do it? Assuming it's just one person," Mulder thought as he wore his knuckles to his eyelids and rubbed them hard.

Mulder had no choice, he had to focus on what looked like the first case involving "La Santita".

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The next morning the two agents went to speak with those who took the case of the first victim of La santita, and so did the relatives and acquaintances of the deceased. In the end, they interviewed the victims of the rapist who had been murdered in strange circumstances so that they would not get anything concrete at the end of the day.