Chapter: Who is the owner?

I couldn’t get much more information from the women who seemed to be infuriated and I was apparently pulling the trigger by asking questions because she left, nudging me by the shoulder.

Scurrying past the buildings, pushing myself through the crowd. I darted towards the house to find whose journal was it and this being real, I have some evidence regarding the case. Previously I had stated I felt uncomfortable because of the journal but I couldn't help be intrigued by the case. Me being in the spotlight for solving a case not even the highest ranked police officers could and I couldnt help but let my mind wander to the time I would be bathing in riches and be tainted with luxury.

Reaching my house, I tried to open the door which wouldn’t budge. Kicking the door open was not an option because I was afraid that the whole shack would fall if I exerted force. I regret shutting the door hard. Turning towards my second option which was to go to the cranky old man’s house, I started walking and in no time did I reach his house. Knocking his door lightly it opened. There my door is not even budging and this one just opened. Oh well. Entering the house wasn’t the best choice but I did not have the patience to wait for his reply when my curiosity wasn’t held constrained.

I couldn’t observe the apartment because of the dim lights and kept on tripping on stuff. The continuous mess led to me falling.I was lucky that no one was there but at he same time unlucky having no way to enter my own house

Touring like a creep , I came across or more specifically tripped on a book which had similar features as the journal. This also reminded me to hurry out of here. No assurance when this old man will return. Just with this statement the old man returned just the next second. I crawled behind the sofa in a successful attempt to hide behind the sofa. The old man still remain oblivious about my presence and dragged a corpse behind him. He was drenched in blood with a scar under his right eye.

Am I in the house of a murderer? This thought brought fright to my whole existence as I seemed for an opportunity to escape.

Just as the old man went in other room I scampered out of the house making my way to my house. Reaching the house I realized that the door was still tightly closed. And I didn’t get the help I needed.Breaking in appeared to me to be my only option. One kick , two kicks and bam. The house is still in intact and the door has opened.

Fastening my steps towards the room , I held the journal to find if it belonged to Fei Lee.

Turning on the next page I started reading:

Journal page:2

I came across the unfound courage to kill Smith when he kept on handing me work and then crashed down my patience level when he told me , it had to be done by sunrise and mind you it was close to mid night .

Using that profound courage I committed an “atrocious crime” and probably tomorrow’s news, ‘Detective Smith’s mysterious death” with the caption “His work shall always be remembered.” when he is nothing but a fool pampered with luxury

He had taken his leave after giving me all the work the work. But rather than completing the stack of work I followed him , only to be surprised that he didn’t take the turn towards his house but rather than went to the forest.

Well he had already made this murder easy for me but I waited to know why he went there. I saw someone approaching him with a big grin. Together they smoked cigarette , bossing around few people who I didn’t seem to recognize.

My eyes widened when I saw he had killed an old man who seemed to be frustrated and started screaming profanities in objection and Smith just shot him.

That’s when my anger blinded me and I waited for his friend or whoever he was with him to go so I could take my action.

An hour later , his friend left and as Smith started to leave I stalked upon him and stabbed him with him leaving out an excruciatingly loud scream. Panic had engulfed me and I placed my hand In front of his face trying to block his voice so he couldn’t scream while I snaked my arm around his neck to choke him. Soon he had fallen their lifeless and I ran not before throwing a piece of parchment paper with the scribbled verses:

“No money came, no help came

When his screams echoed in vain

But the knives that gave him pain

For the sins that he claimed”

And now that I’m all clean I should start doing the work he give me so I could secure the position of being innocent.

I feel no remorse or guilt because he deserved it. He had been treating people maliciously and had killed many innocent agents when they hadn’t done the work properly I addition to that the old man who had tried to object but had been silenced forever.

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Maya Lee POV:

"Oh my goodness. I am reading the most disturbing thing."

"I have seen a murder happen today and have also read about it."

My hair must be standing from fear, saluting.

Should I show it to someone? I thought to myself as i

rummaged through the papers to find the owner of this journal. I came across a familiar name in one of the text and it came to be the one that the old women had told me of.

“Lily Garcia”

Was she the victim or the murderer?

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