As they all moved towards the scene, the new detective stood apart like a stranger, a cigar resting between his fingers. Dressed in a black hoodie with a cap pulled low, he examined the crime scene in silence, eyes sharp, as if he already knew more than he was letting on.
Ezra," sighed... Is he the new detective assigned by the chief? Darain was done with their words, as they were harsh and annoying, deep down feeling that.
"This man is always complaining about each and everything. Will this person also be like them? Never mind anyway; I have endured it for 4 years in this field; just adjust to it."
Darain stepped forward and called out, "Hello, Mr. I'm Darian."
The new detective turned slowly. Aric Vale lifted his head just enough for his eyes to catch the light, fixing them on the group with a chilling stare. An arrogant smile curved his lips, cold and unreadable. Darain stiffened. There was no other choice but to go along with it. Swallowing the sting, he masked his wounded pride and introduced himself.
"I am Darain, detective inspector from the unit of Rontix no. 119. And this is our team, Rontix 119: Alex, Ezra, and Lucien Black."
He did the introduction with a warm, gentle smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He sharpened his tune and raised his voice with low and soothing words…
"Did you find any clues?" With a strange look crossing his face.
Aric's jaws tightened. Annoyance flickered beneath the brim of his cap; he turned and walked away, leaving the group behind as he wanted to enter the discussion room. Suddenly a question was raised by the team member questioning.
"Darain, do you really think we'll find anything here?" Lucien Black asked…
Aric paused but didn't turn around. A small smirk played beneath his hat. "Everything leaves a trace," he said calmly.
"You just have to know where to look and will find the answers you're looking for….
He said those words and went straight to the discussion room, and all the members followed him to the discussion room.
While everyone rested themselves on their chairs, a person suddenly rushed inside the room with several papers and a terrified look on her face. Darain straightened himself and asked with a concerned look on his face while everyone was terrified except Aric. He was calm and steady to hear the report.
"What happened, Mrs. Selence Mylecs? Did something go wrong?!" asked Darain….
"Selence sighed." We have got the report….
"Aric sighed." Can you stop with that reaction and give us the report?
All took a quick glance over Aric and turned towards Selence to hear the report. Their reaction was, why is Aric so arrogant and heartless?
"The report says", Selence dragged the words with a curious and uncertain manner, stating that "the report came back normal; no sign of murder or any kind of drug was found." These enlighten the team with great curiosity.
Aric straightened and sharpened his words, stating that "Something is wrong." Didn't you find anything suspicious on the victim's body? How come there is no trace of any crime when the body was found in front of the police station inside a suitcase? "Aric moved from his place to the bulletin board where the victim's picture and his biography were pinned.
He lit his cigar and entered into deep thoughts, imagining himself in the victim's place and running his thoughts…" Please help me! I will never get myself in your way." The voice echoed in his ears, but he was unable to pick up the scene of exactly what happened to the victim. He smelled rusty iron soaking in the water. And a bleached sour smell of chocolate!. He snapped out of his imagination and questioned Mrs. Selence.
Did you find any candy pieces inside his body or a rusty iron smell on or dust? Selene was a bit surprised. " How do you know that we found a candy inside the victim's body?" Aric guesses we're right, so he moved forward with his questions to Mrs. Selence." So what candy was that?" Team members started murmuring about how he knows about this without seeing it.
Darian lowered his voice, almost to a whisper. He said this kind of gift was known in science as neural reenactment. The rare ability of the mind to retrace another person's final thoughts, emotions, and movements as if living them firsthand…
Aric gave them a weird look and continued with the talk with Mrs. Selence. "Mr. Aric, we found a very fascinating thing in that" What's it? In that candy we didn't find any casualties, but we found that the candy was had by the victim 3 days ago, but the candy was fully intact without melting. This is something that was strange about the candy.
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