Through The Dark

Chapter 10

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I pulled my luggage outta the airport and came to view the same buildings and lights I had seen a couple of months ago. But that was different....

'Stan was there.....'

I sighed as I moved in to the chilly night waiting for a taxi. There wasn't much around at this point of hour though. Moreover I had to start my work the same day after a couple hours of rest.

     After a few minutes of waiting, a taxi came up and I headed to my destination.
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Once I  reached my apartment, I paid the driver and went over to the front desk. There was only one room left and I was relieved to get it as I was already worn out and about to crash.

        As soon as I entered, I ran to the bed and fell into a deep slumber. The mini suite was automatic so once someone enters the room, it switches on the air conditioner by itself....So that was that....
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I woke up around 1:45 pm and got ready to leave. I turned on the T.V to the local news Channel and waited for something.....anything that would pop up. Well...a lot of things did. Cases about theft and ransom but none that  I needed.

   I waited for several more hours until I finally gave up and decided to search myself. I googled the most recent murder in Tokyo, and there it came.....committed just a week ago....and also the one after Stan'.

    It was a teenage boy who had studied in 'Hideaki high school'. I read the description below.

       '...............to speak the truth. Atsuji Yamamoto was apparently murdered on Tuesday evening when he was returning home from school. He wasn't seen home after that and his parents called the police.......

                  His body was reportedly found dumped in a garbage van and stinking to hell. The investigation is still going on. Further information of the victim would be reported after postmortem.............'

      That was it. But no information was posted after the postmortem. I stared at the screen for quite sometime after which I gradually got to leave. As I stepped out, I heard a clicking sound on my left side. It was a woman......probably about my age. She looked like she was heading out for work.

      "Good morning", I greeted her thinking that's the basic touch up neighbours have. But she just ignored me and walked past. I shrugged and made my way to the elevator. Once she saw me waiting for the lift, she immediately rushed towards the stairs and down in a minute. I was dumbstruck. Like, what had I done her? I sighed my way into the tiny room of the elevator and closed my eyes envisioning how my day was gonna lead.
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The place was quite deserted except for some factory workers cleaning up  the paths. This was the place where Atsuji's body had been found, rotting in one of the many garbage trucks that stood lined up at the back of the factory.

        Something told me to search inside the factory. I entered the huge room with what looked like sewing machines, lined orderly from each other. The workers were fully engaged in their work and not one took a glance at who was entering.

     " May I help you miss? "

I spun around to see an old man with the security uniform on. He had a wooden stick in his hand but that itself was too much for him as his hands quivered just catching it. He looked weak and exhausted but still had this beautiful smile on his face.

    "er......I come from a school in the nearby town. I wanted to check out the factory so that I could bring my students on an excursion next week", I sputtered.

      The man weakly nodded and went over to another man who looked strong and masculine. He had a conversation with him for quite a few minutes as the masculine man turned nodding at me every second. Once they were over, the guy came up to me...