Dr.Dagenhart
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My name is Ryan Scott and i am a detective from The Police Department-Crime Prevention in Blue Springs, Missouri, United States. I was given the case of homicide infamously named as "The Dagenhart Case" or as i love to call it, the organ harvesting bitch. it was named because every time a body is found, an organ or two is missing and the use of certain chemicals like formaldehyde, and other unknown solvents. each body was treated with care and all wounds were made in a clean cut, as if the victims were taken alive for their organs to be harvested then thrown away after getting said organs. but the thing is, all of the victims bodies arent hidden, some bodies were left in the street of where their relatives live with a note saying "he/she has been a wonderful test subject. thank you." in a messy handwriting.
The case was very fucked up and disturbing but i will, and i definitely will, solve this case.
if i can still live before solving it, that is.
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