CRIME BOOK 101

Opening

"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!!!"

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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."

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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."