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(2:45 PM) 🌹ST Morgue🌹
Paul walked silently toward the entrance, staring at the white building with a complicated expression.
"Huh!"
Jack inhaled deeply, a bit worried.
"You okay?"
Paul couldn't help but ask, noticing Jack's unusual behavior.
"How do you expect me to be okay?"
He replied sarcastically, only for Paul to frown, soon understanding his friend's troubled heart.
"Oh!"
Paul muttered palely, stepping forward, accompanied by Jack, who calmly followed him into the building.
The place felt eerie, just by looking at it. The supposedly warm yellowish lights, meant to be inviting, only seemed to attract flies, making the space dim and creepy.
"Oh, finally you're here!"
A woman greeted warmly, her brown eyes reflecting charm and beauty. Her white coat was slightly stained, presumably with blood, and her hair was messy. A small report was held firmly in her right hand.
"Jade!"
Paul greeted with a calm smile, his eyes wandering around the hallway before settling on the empty desk, which seemed odd.
"Where is everyone else?"
He asked, curious.
"Oh, they all went out for lunch."
She replied, yawning.
"And you?"
"I wasn't that hungry. Besides, someone had to stay behind to receive the bodies."
She explained calmly, her eyes soon falling on Jack, making her lips twitch.
"Jack!"
She called, sounding rude and annoyed, which didn't surprise Paul.
"Honey! Hope you aren't still angry, right?"
Paul didn't know how to feel, standing in the middle of this awkward situation between the couple. He could feel the tension radiating from both sides.
"Jade! The body."
He quickly got down to business, catching their attention.
"Hmm! Come with me."
Without wasting time, she turned and walked down the quiet hallway, followed silently by both men. They finally came to a dark blue door, which Jade silently opened, revealing a dimly lit room.
"What's that smell?"
Jack complained as soon as he stepped inside, prompting Jade to roll her eyes.
When Jack's eyes landed on the figure covered with a white cloth, he quickly realized where the stench came from. Unlike Jack, who pinched his nose in disgust, Paul didn't mind the smell—it wasn't his first time, and it certainly wouldn't be his last.
"The body hasn't been taken care of yet."
She apologized sincerely, not minding the smell. After all, it was her job.
"No need. We understand."
Paul replied, watching as Jade quickly lifted the cloth, exposing the horrific sight. Paul's pupils widened in shock, while Jack's reaction was far more extreme—he rushed out, holding his mouth in disgust.
"The body was already a bit decayed when it was brought here,"
Jade commented from the side, watching Jack's frightened stare.
"Cause of death?"
Paul asked, catching Jade's attention, and she handed him a blue file, closed and resting near the body.
"Drowning,"
Jade replied pale-faced, sighing.
"Drowning?"
Paul asked, confused, staring at the cold corpse, whose face was scarred and stitched.
"Yes. However, we also found bruises and knife cuts all over her body."
"Domestic violence?"
Paul asked, wanting to be sure.
"Not quite. Seems to be an assault."
She pondered, pitying the victim.
"Was her face like this when she arrived?"
He asked, his eyes locked on the corpse. The sight felt less frightening with every glance.
"It was far worse than this,"
Jade explained, still remembering the horror she felt upon first seeing the victim.
"Her facial features were completely disfigured—her nose was shattered, her lips cut into a thin line, and the left side of her face was covered with tissue and blood. It was cruel and horrifying."
She explained, feeling a bit of rage just talking about it.
"It seems whoever killed her either pushed her off a cliff or deliberately disfigured her to prevent identification,"
she guessed, still unable to understand the motive.
Over the past few weeks, many strange deaths had been reported. Some victims were stabbed, others burned or drowned, but this case was unusually cruel.
"How long has the victim been dead?"
"About a week or two."
She replied calmly, staring back at Paul, who nodded in understanding.
"Any family members?"
Paul asked, checking the file with a dull, complicated expression.
"Her husband."
She replied casually.
"She was married?"
Paul pointed out, noting the information.
"Yes. Her wedding ring and other belongings were collected by the police for investigation. If any family members show up, I promise to call."
Paul nodded, shaking his head in understanding.
"Then I'll be waiting,"
he said before turning to leave.
"Paul!"
Jade called out softly but loudly enough to halt his steps.
"Is there something else?"
"Did I hear from my foolish husband that you are investigating the corrupt lawyer?"
Though the question was strange, Paul nodded honestly.
"Stop!"
She warned with a serious look Paul had never seen before.
"W—"
Before he could ask more, Jack's sudden tapping caught his attention. His eyes shifted sideways to see Jack holding his nose in paleness.
"Huh?"
He answered oddly, while Jack seemed unaware.
"Let's head back now. The chief called."
"What seems to be the problem?"
Paul asked softly, his eyes focused.
"I just received a call from the team leader. He wants us back at the station,"
Jack explained, puzzled but withholding his thoughts.
"Right now?"
"Hmm, it seems urgent."
Jack replied simply, staring sideways at his wife, who was too busy checking the body to notice.
"Alright, then we shouldn't waste time."
Jack nodded, heading out first, followed by Paul, who paused, gazing back at the slightly open door with a complicated expression.
"What's the problem?"
His partner asked, sensing Paul's odd behavior.
"Nothing."
The word felt heavy in Paul's heart. He wanted to ask Jack about his wife's words but held himself back.
"Let's go,"
he muttered to himself, walking forward with thoughts swirling in his mind.
🥀 The Hospital 🥀
(4:30 PM)
Moses furrowed his brows in displeasure, staring at the figure dressed in expensive clothes. What annoyed him more was the woman's apparent lack of concern, as she seemed eager to leave after a few seconds.
"Aunt!"
He greeted, choosing not to call her his mother-in-law privately—after all, in his mind, she didn't deserve the title.
"Ah! My dearest son,"
Mrs. Ella replied casually, eyeing Moses, who was dressed in oversized patient clothes, his messy hair reflecting a cold aura. His right elbow was wrapped in a cast for support.
"You are late,"
he reminded her, and she nodded with a sigh, her eyes briefly flicking toward another patient in disgust before returning to Moses.
"You can't blame me. When your dad called, I was at the salon. I couldn't just leave; my hair was still undone,"
she explained simply, causing Moses to grit his teeth.
"The salon,"
he muttered under his breath, his eyes turning cold.
"And you? What happened to you?"
She asked briefly, glancing at his injured arm and then at his face.
"Just a little accident,"
he replied politely, trying to sound respectful.
"Oh!"
She murmured, shaking her head.
"And Anita?"
She asked casually, eyes still fixed on Moses.
"She's fine now,"
he replied, not intending to say more.
"Oh, then tell me her room number. I want to see her,"
she asked, sounding slightly concerned.
"She's resting. Do not disturb,"
he said in few words to stop her, and she nodded, understanding.
"Then I'll be heading back."
She informed Moses, who was slightly surprised.
"You're leaving?"
He asked hurriedly as she moved to leave.
"Hmm, there's a friend's party I need to attend,"
she replied honestly, noticing Moses' stare.
"Are you really leaving Anita for a party?"
He asked sarcastically.
"Of course not. I'll be back sooner than you think, so don't worry. Besides, you're here, aren't you? Her husband?"
"But—"
Moses took a step forward, but she walked away elegantly, her heels clicking on the tiles. Moses furrowed his brows in anger but didn't stop her.
He silently looked ahead, his mind clouded with thoughts.
"Boss!"
At that moment, a familiar voice caught his attention. Looking through the crowd, he saw a figure approaching slowly.
"Precious!"
He mouthed softly as she stopped in front of him.
"Aren't you supposed to be with Aunt?"
The words left his mouth before he could stop them, noticing her tired expression.
"She's resting,"
she replied casually, her voice hoarse and rough from crying. Her eyes were swollen and red, but she forced a small smile.
"And Leo?"
He asked softly. She sighed but nodded.
"He's still unconscious,"
she said quietly, her voice filled with guilt.
"The doctors said he's out of danger, but I don't understand why he's not waking up."
She whispered, wrapping fresh tears as she inhaled deeply to calm herself.
"He will wake up soon. We just have to be patient,"
he consoled, not just her but himself as well.
"You should head home and rest. You really need it,"
Moses suggested with a small smile. She nodded, not arguing. Her body felt drained inside and out.
"I think it's better if one of the cops escorts you back for protection. We don't want to take risks, especially with the culprit still out there,"
he continued, concerned, and she understood but shook her head.
"There's no need. I can manage. It's more important the cops stay to protect Leo and you."
She said simply.
"Don't worry about me; I can take care of myself. Right now, it's my responsibility to keep you both safe,"
he murmured.
"Speaking of the police, did they ask you any more questions?"
"They did, but you told me not to say a word to them,"
she replied seriously, making him nod in satisfaction.
"We can't afford to take risks,"
he agreed.
"By the way, did you manage to get a better look at the culprit?"
The question made her fall silent for a moment, then shake her head.
"No. It was too dark, and it happened so suddenly that I didn't have time."
She explained, her voice trembling at the memory.
"Don't think about it. Head back. I'll ask someone to take you."
"Speaking of them, I wonder where they might be?"
He thought silently, keeping his thoughts to himself.
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