The Man Butcher

It was a bright summer day and the police van was on its regular rounds, trolling slowly on the deserted highway NH21. The Inspector was trying to remove the peice of meat that got stuck between his teeth with a toothpick and the Constuble was looking around for anything interesting as he slowly accelerating. "After they have built the NH22, the vehicles coming here as reduced to 0. I couldn't really manage without all that bribe", the Inspector complained. "I have no idea about it sir, the highway was built before I joined here", said the constable. Though he was speaking, his eyes were looking around continuously, looking around for an interesting case, that is when he noticed a black car at a distance behind them through the rear view mirror. "Sir, there is a car approaching us from behind". The Inspector turned around to look at the car. "Stop them, let's enquire them and try to get something from them".

The policemen got down from their vehicle and the constable waved his arms to stop the black car. The car stopped and sitting inside were 4 men, 2 middle aged, 1 young and 1 old. The young man was bald completely, the old man and a middle aged man were having a long hair and beard and the other middle aged man was having a short hair and beard, but the common thing among all of them is that, they all wore black. "Where are you guys from?", asked the Inspector. "We are from the city of Chennai", said the old man. "You guys look suspicious, how are you all related and where are y'all heading to?". "We are all friends and we are all going to see our another friend", said the old man while all the others kept quiet and staring at the road in front of them. "Show me your ID's". Everyone gave their ID to the old man and he collected all and gave it to the Inspector, he inspected those and said, "You all look suspicious, come to the station, I must enquire you". The young man started speaking, "sir, our friend is at an emergency and we should be there as soon as possible, maybe, just try to finish this here". The Inspector grinned and was about to say an amount but he got interuppted by the constable. "Sir, they all look like some kind of terrorists, if that is true, we would get a bigger reward, legally", he whispered.

The four of them were taken to the police station and were locked up. He asked the Sub Inspector to call the police Comissioner and inform about them. The entire police station became chaotic before even confirming that they are terrorists. Suddenly the telephone started ringing, the Constable picked up the phone. "THERE IS A DEAD BODY IN THE TRASH", the man on the other end shouted.

The Inspector and the Constable went to the place of report, it was an old and abandoned factory and the dead body's right hand was hanging outside the trash can placed outside the factory. The Inspector used his baton to move the hand a little but suddenly the hand fell. "SIR", screamed the Constable, "The forensic are not here yet sir, don't contaminate the scene". The Inspector gave him a stare. They both went back and sat inside the van. The forensic arrived after a sometime and started to look for clues around the factory. "Who would have done a murder in a deserted place like this? could the terrorists have link with this?", the Inspector was asking himself. "Sir, come here", the Constable shouted from inside the factory. Inspector ran in to see and when he reached in he fell to the ground in shock. There were around 50 dead bodies and their body parts chopped apart like meat, blood spilled all over, bones and flesh and nerves of different sizes all around. It looked like an autopsy done by an average yet an artistic student. They were all been slaughtered.

The Inspector immedietly called the Autopsy specialist there, such an artistic scene even freaked him out. "I've never seen something like this in my career and I won't see either", he said. He examined the bodies and went to the Inspector, "All the bodies have been slaughtered using a really sharp knife, most probably a butcher knife, no signs of bullets or piercings. All the bodies have similar kind of cuts, I mean, very similar, almost looks like they all have been killed by a single person, let us hope that is not the truth. The bodies were holding weapons but none of them were Butcher knifes, probably a fight between two factions where one faction did not spill blood at all. This case looks really serious Inspector". The Inspector was completely lost in his thoughts, his face was swaeting out all the water in his body and his hands were trembling. He did not expect something like this in a career of bribe and enjoyment. The Constable helped him to the van. "What do we do now sir?", he asked. "Head to our station, Commisioner must be there, he could be our only help", said the Inspector.

It was evening and dark by the time they reached the station. All the lights in the station were not turned on yet and the Constable wondered why, the Inspector could not even think about the lights as he is still in the shock. The Constuble switched on the lights and surprise... the Commisioner was lying dead on the ground, he was shot at the chest. The Inspector wished he got a heart attack and died right now, right here. All the other policemen were unconcsious. Someone patted on the Inspector's shoulders from behind, as he turned, the four suspicious guys were standing there. "What the f@c# did u do here?!", the Constable shouted. "Don't worry, just a small shock to a particular part of the brain to forget today's happenings", said the old man. "What do you mean?", the Inspector asked. "We were on our duty, officer. We had to make some people forget an artistic incident and clean it up before it causes trouble. But you and this young, energetic officer of yours stepped in our way and messed up our schedule". "You mean, the slaughter at the factory? Is that your work?", asked the Constable. "Not our work fortunately, but we were asigned to clear the place and make people forget the day that got affected by the incident", said the old man. "Who are you guys? why did you kill the Commisioner?", the Inspector asked with tears. "We are ZAMBROX, a secret society that controls the state of Tamilnadu, that is all for our intro and for the second part of your question, we wanted show our gratitude towards you for listening to this young lad here and delaying our work and for the third part of the question which you did not ask, I'm saying all this to you now because you too will forget everything that happened today". The middle aged guys took a stick with a taser kind of thing attached to its end and hit a particular spot at the neck of the policemen, they fainted and fell to the ground. "When you wake up, they are gonna get f@c#ed for killing the Commisioner", the young guy said it while laughing. "Yeah, he should have got the bribe, that was the plan..... this is what happens when you listen to young guys", said the old man, "but I did not expect the butcher to be such a mad man, I can't imagine he did it as a single guy". "He is a Man Butcher".