A Mysterious Riddle

Kill Mr Hasley

(A journalist before the camera)

As per CCTV footage, one blue Ford Edge at high speed crashed into an old man near Mr. Hasley's shop. The dead body has been verified by a police officer. It's none other than the ret. army officer, Mr. Burney Williams. The suspects are still free from police handcuffs. The police are setting up a new team to investigate this case and are assured that the culprit will be behind bars very soon. That's all the update for now.

"I was busy with my work when suddenly a gentleman rushed to my shop." He was completely exhausted and perplexed.He disrespected me with his harsh words. I had never seen him before. Besides this, there were no other conversations that happened between us, "said Mr. Hasley to the police officer." "
"We found that he was talking about some ink and paper. "What's your stand on this?" said a police officer.
I don't know anything about this. I have already told you everything. Kindly spare me, my head is busting out of pain. I need some peace. "
Meanwhile, the area is sealed off, and Mr. Harley lands at his house.
Two hours later, at 2 a.m. at Mr. Harley's house]

Mr. Hasley lies twisted on his bed. The sweating lines of drops popped all over his face. The eyes ball imagining scenes of a dead body on the ceiling of a roof top and the ears drumming with a temple bell, "I am running short of time." If you don't hurry, this entire mystery chapter will end soon...", Suddenly, thunder struck outside, and Mr. Hasley came out of a dream.

"Oh God, whatever happened today is very unfortunate. May that old man rest in peace. He was in a dilemma and wanted some sort of favour from me. But I had never met that guy before and didn't know anything related to him. Why did he come to my shop? He was high and was talking some rubbish about ink pots. Yes, Jesus, now I remember. He called me to look inside my pocket.
Suddenly, Mr. Hasley comes out of bed and checks his pocket. He finds an inkpot. He immediately pours ink on a piece of white paper. Suddenly, words appear.

(Mr. Burney Williams) Now you have confirmed that this is not a play. Whole scenes were pre-planned. Your daughter has been kidnapped. If you want her to be free, you have to commit the same crime. Kill Mr. Hasley (beer shop owner) and produce yourself along with his dead body at South Down Street Block 18 before 4 am. Otherwise, your daughter probably won't be alive. Don't hand over to the police, otherwise you know what would be the negative consciousness for that mistake. [Remember, we're all going to die.]

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