2022-03-18 13:48:34"Shutt," a whispering sound echoed in the darkness of the night, where only a faint light from the chandelier in the center of the room illuminated a small space filled with various heavy equipment such as spears and fishing hooks.
"Umm."
A muffled voice emerged, stifling sobs, with a mouth tightly gagged with dark cloth, possibly red. A pair of terrified eyes, still adorned with makeup that had run down her cheeks from tears.
"Hu hu..." Her sobs were choked and trembled.
A tall, heavy, large figure, stomp the big feet on the fragile floor. Dressed in black, looks like a raincoat. After a few steps, he stopped, his long hand carrying a horrible tool which still drenched with blood dripping to the floor. The dripping getting louder and louder as he come near by.
"Ummm! Ummp!!"
Even with the mouth gagged, the heart-wrenching cries, still sounded terrifying. The wooden dirty and wet floor swayed as if on a boat, the light from the hanging ceiling lamp flickered along with it. But, no matter how loud the screams were, it was impossible for anyone to hear it. The place was desolate, looks like near by the dock, dark and devoid of any signs of life.
"Arrrggghhh!!!"
....
Every passing moment holds immense significance as the Earth spins rapidly, and your tiny feet might seem to get lost in keeping on the pace.
Consider this: How much time do you spend waking up and getting ready each morning—perhaps twenty minutes? And how long does it take you to eat—a mere fifteen minutes? Now, think about the frequency of your daily meals.
Reflect on the time you spend engaging in various activities throughout the day, be it joking around, working at your desk, or pursuing what truly matters to you. Is it an hour, two hours, or even eight hours?
When you return home, picture the minutes slipping away as you wait for a bus or taxi by the roadside—fifteen minutes or maybe half an hour. Even a quick stop at the convenience store to enjoy a snack or make some noodles and sit for a while can consume around twenty minutes.
Have you ever wondered how all these moments add up over time?
"Consider this: How long does it take for one person to end another person's life? Unfortunately, the answer may be as swift as just a few seconds."
..................
The city of Bayward, Giant, Metropolis city which never gets sleep, at all.
Sam lowered his body, this was his first case at the beginning of the week; it was only Monday, and the sun had not yet risen when he was abruptly awakened from his comfortable sleep and brought here. Such a hectic beautiful Monday morning.
With a yawn and groggy eyes, the young handsome detective clutched the hot coffee cup he snatched from the drive-thru. The steam still billowed from the coffee's surface, and he hadn't even taken a bite of his doughnut yet. What a pain in the ass, he cursed. He even burns his tongue from sipping his hot coffee too fast.
"Damn it"
Like everybody except him, someone had been diligently doing their job long before he could even drag his ass from the cozy bed. The cold part of body lay there, once again in a horrific state where several parts had been mutilated, and some parts were nowhere to be found.
Emma rose from her crouched position; the young forensic expert had just finished her preliminary checking the victim of a possibly a woman whose eyes were still wide open.
"The victim was a secretary at a trading company; there was a company ID in her bag. Thirty-two years old, single, and had a pet Pomeranian in her apartment." said the doctor.
Sam lifted his head, surprised that his colleague knew the victim well enough to be aware that she had pets in his apartment.
"Did she really mention that she had pets? Do you know her?" the young detective asked as he straightened up. He looked at the doctor as if he underestimate her.
In response, Emma pursed her lips, a faint smirk forming. The clever woman with big eyes behind her glasses stared at Sam, slightly annoyed by his words of underestimating her, as he always did.
"Well, based on the wallpaper on her cellphone and the dog food slip in her bag, I guess that she had a dog. No, I didn't know her personally," Emma explained, a bit annoyed.
Sam playfully teased her, the smart-ass doctor was trying to take over his job.
"Smart ass, you just need to check on the body. What if I lose my job because of you?" he joked.
Sam playfully teased her. Emma restrained herself from hitting the man, get used to his sarcastic nature, as he used to.
"This guy, really..."
Sam shifted his focus to the cold body lying intentionally on the floor. A pool of blood had dried up, spreading like a small, unpleasant-smelling puddle. Some flies and friends start to pay a visit.
"There were so much blood."
Emma pulled on her rubber gloves.
"Yup, first the victim would be sedated, then the first parts to be cut off are the two legs, while still alive, followed by the arms, and finally, the head. Of course it will be flooded"
Sam might have puked if he hadn't gotten used to such scenes over the years; that was back when he was still a rookie. By the time passed, he had begun to feel as if he might be numb, heartless to it all, devoid of any emotion when faced with a lifeless body in such a horrific state. He looks at the parts of the body thoroughly. Something is missing.
"Have the arm been found? What now, the right arm?"
Emma nodded.
"Yup, the arm is missing, looks like it intentionally moved out"
From the door, of the abandoned fish storage room, Ron, the head of the special crimes unit, entered and approached Sam.
"Boss" said Sam, watching the rather fatty boss approached.
"Is it the modus operandi still the same as the last one?" Ron asked.
Sam nodded. "Yes, it seems so. From the tools used, the pattern, this person is quite slicky, we always lose his traces."
"Then this become the third victim. If this issue comes to light in the community, there will be unrest. Sam, do whatever it takes to find the perpetrator."
Sam nodded, "Yes, sir, that's what we're doing."
Ron looked at Sam for a moment, the young man who had become a detective in what was still a relatively new career but had already achieved much. He should be able to rely on him. Ron patted Sam on the shoulder.
"Bring Dakota here, it's time for you to ask for his help, don't be stubborn."
Sam scratched his head; just hearing that name made his head feel hot. His last encounter with that young professor wasn't exactly pleasant—actually, it was quite embarrassing.
"Yeah, sure, boss."
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
Family Dinner.
Sam pursed his lips, he nodded.“That’s right, just like Kim said, the man has a first wife who is now in who knows where in the world. Kim said she wasn’t sure if they were divorced or not, it wasn’t public consumption, but what is clear is that soon after his first wife left the house, his younger wife, Amy Mazen took her place in the big house. This is like a melodrama on television, I’m curious too. What happened to his old wife?” Sam stroked his chin, thinking.Dakota leaned back in his chair. Sam might have thought that Dakota was thinking hard about their case, but no, that was not what was on Dakota's mind right now. For a long time, he looked at Sam, silent. Sam straightened his seat, not knowing what Dakota wanted to say, but Sam felt like he did want to say something.“What’s wrong Dax, what’s on your mind?” Sam asked. He was close enough to Dakota to know she had something to say, and that s
He Clearly Knows
“I read in the group that you found other bodies. Have you confirmed that Matt Mazen did it?” Dakota asked.Sam looked at Dakota's serious face, then pursed his lips. He nodded.“Um, all the evidence is clear. There are witnesses who confessed, and Amy Mazen, his mother, also said that her son did all that. Tomorrow John Mazen will arrive from abroad. We will see what he gonna say about his son. From his secretary, said that the man was shocked and could not believe that his son did that,” said Sam.Dakota looked straight ahead, his clear eyes watching the news on the television quite seriously. Sam looked at him, taking a deep breath before continuing his speech, he patted Dakota’s thigh.“I read Matt Mazen’s profile, He has suffered from schizophrenia since a young age. His behavior got worse when he entered high school and he had committed physical violence against some of his classmates. John Mazen was critici
The Son
The Mazen family residence. The house was very spacious, all the buildings and land as far as the eye could see from where Sam and Aris were standing now belonged to the family. They didn't even refuse at all when Sam and the others visited and wanted to look for the second son of the big family. The waiting room at the front of the three-story house with a classic modern building was very comfortable, not much furniture with only a long sofa for three people and a round table in the middle, on the front wall a large painting as high as the wall that was quite eye-catching. A painting of a large white tiger, with its prey several white rabbits around it and one that was stepped on under its feet. If only Dakota saw this, would he be upset? As far as Sam knew, Dakota liked rabbits. Well, as far as he knew Dakota who always took the time to play with pet rabbits in one of the cafes in the Cyan area when they visited there.
Another Bodies In The Ground
The rain was still falling. The sky was slowly getting darker outside, like any other rainy day in Bayward city. The flags of Bayward city and the central police at the top of the pole looked shabby and helpless, wet and crumpled, drooping just like that. While the clouds still looked fat with water that continued to spill covering the entire city. From a distance, there was a pile of vehicles outside the main road of the police headquarters complex. Although the sky looked sad and unenthusiastic, all activities continued as they should.Several officers in the headquarters passed by, lost in their daily activities. Two interrogation rooms on the first floor were seen busy with their witnesses. Meanwhile, Sam sat in the Monitoring room while preparing coffee to enjoy the donuts that had just been bought at their favorite shop across from the headquarters. It was so nice, the cold air like this, enjoying fragrant coffee and his favorite donuts. Moreover, the view was so pleasa
It's On The Ground
“Yeah, Sam,” Dakota got into his car, just as he received a phone call from Sam. Edi opened the door for him and closed it tightly. The young man rushed to the front and got into the driver’s seat, not for long the luxury car drove out of the lobby.It was late afternoon. This was Dakota’s last day teaching at Carlson for this semester, after which lectures would be on holiday for about a month for the start of winter. His class that day was quite intense until he didn't realize that the sky was already dark and heavy rain was pouring again. The sound of heavy raindrops could be heard as soon as his car drove out of the building.Dakota glanced at his watch, it was only five four minutes, but the sky was very dark as if it was night.“Looks like I’m going to be late. It’s rush hour, the road must be crowded,” Dakota said.Sam stood in front of the large window of the police headquarters. He had just received
The Rain Fell So Hard,
After a day of searching and a trip from island 01 back to Bayward, a large meeting was held at Bayward headquarters. Detectives and police to federal officers filled one of the largest multipurpose rooms on the ground floor of the police headquarters. There were at least five teams deployed, with the federal police as the investigator coordinator and the Bayward police as the supporting team. However, since the beginning of the case came from there, the Federals still had to involve Sam and the others in every development of the investigation that was getting brighter.Jack Moris presented his team's findings. The photos of the location were very clear on the large screen that was visible to the back of the large room. Sam and Dakota were standing in the back near the door. It was a major discovery, with this alone, the people caught could get severe punishments for their direct or indirect involvement in what happened on the island.Sam occasionally glanced at Dakota