Treasures in the Cave?

Alex cursed falling on his knees sweating in exhaustion, trembling from anger because the stone door had just sucked almost all his spiritual energy dry. If he did not react fast and continued to hold on to the rock, he might have been sucked dry.

His Divine Heart Eye had deactivated automatically, or perhaps he did it, he can't be sure. He was again surrounded by darkness, but the musty nasty smell of dump earth was nowhere as wonderful fragrance filled his naval cavity, bring a rejuvenation feeling.

\\' Congratulations master for opening the cave. The gap opened is enough to fit through.'//

"Ooh, there is such a thing? I hope there is something in there worth more than all that spiritual energy I was robbed."

Alex who had just lost his composure alongside his treasured spiritual energy regained his zeal as he fished out his mobile phone and switched on the flashlight.

The scene with the lights on is a far cry from the scene with the Divine Heart Eye on. Alex could see many insects and particles floating in the air, cobwebs crisscrossing everywhere with small and big spiders. He felt uncomfortable but with the prospect of discovering a treasure trove, he quickly strode to the small gap in the stone door that had opened.

"Aach…""'m getting thirsty and..aaachew."

Dust and fine sand was still making it hard for him, and wished he had a mask.

Thinking of this, he ripped his brand new t-shirt on the belly all the way to his back , exposing his belly and navel but he did not care.

Beating the piece on his thighs, he removed the dust and lingering cobwebs, and wrapped the torn piece around his neck covering his nose and mouth.

Squeezing his way through the small gap, Alex managed to squeeze half of his body and head through, and illuminated the inside with his phone before he got in just in case there was danger.

The first thing his eyes landed on almost made Alex drop his phone.

"Sheba, can you see this? This…this…"

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In the Santos family estate, police cars and ambulances still had lights on, several police officers were questioning the Santos family servants one by one, writing notes on small notebooks.

The whole place was surrounded by yellow 'CRIME SCENE' tapes others saying police.

The atmosphere was eerie and even the police who were used to solving crime scenes found this particular one a little tricky.

On the air, there were three police helicopters circling, while on the ground, police followed sniffer dogs as they led them into the jungle. When they reached a stream in the jungle, the dogs lost scent of whatever they were following and started circling around there aimlessly.

Inside the mansion, two body bags were being zipped, as a guy in a mask and protective clothing took pictures of everything including the two bodies in the body bags.

Outside the gate, reporters kept taking pictures and asking the police for access or tell them what was happening.

Behind the reporters and their camera men stood residents of the island, burning with curiosity as this place hardly has any drama to attract such a commotion.

A little further away was a little crowd around three well dressed women. A female reporter and some other paparazzi were asking them questions and recording it, some streaming live.

"Yes, that's right. We were just drinking tea when he stormed in with a whip beating everyone he saw to death. I almost broke my leg escaping.

"Me too. I almost got whipped and I even fell running away and bruised my knee."

"The most miserable was Isabella . We ran away to escape the wrath of Kevin Santos. I have never seen them fight since they got married. This is the first time they ever fought. "

"Yeah, all these years they have never f…"

"You three, come with us."

Just then, three police officers came and took the three women away, ignoring the nagging of the Press, and took the three women inside to take their statements.

Inside the mansion, on the couch sat James the butler, who was on the verge of escaping when the police rushed in. He had been forced to stay behind and accompanied the police who had forced their way into the mansion brandishing a warrant in their hands, an arrest warrant.

They had just opened the barely closed door, when a metallic stench assaulted their nasal cavities, a stench the police were all too familiar with but detested greatly.

It is unknown whether it can be considered luck or unlucky, for the police became first hand witnesses of a homicide.

They had just pushed the door only to be met by a head that was still rolling on the ground, drawing an arc of red on the ground. The head had stopped rolling and faced them, horror and unwillingness  written on the pale face with bloodshot eyes wide open staring at them.

Some of the weaker police who just came in in such fanfare had rushed outside to throw up, while the stronger and more experienced drew their side arm weapons rushing inside the mansion.

Another police had rushed to a bleeding woman who was clutching her severed neck, gurgling and chocking on her own blood on the floor, looking at the window facing the jungle. 

Before he reached her, she lost all energy and movement, her eyes and one bloody hand pointing at the wide open window. The curtains were flapping slightly in obedience to the slight breeze.

As of James the butler, he was already out cold by the door, after being stared at by his master's head, and he did not even have the time to decipher where the body was or why and how the two were separated.

Even now after waking up, he found it hard to believe what the police man opposite him was saying.

"Officer, are you saying that young master jean is missing and he is likely to have killed and his parents? How does that even make sense?"

"Mr. James, please understand that everything considered, Jean  Santos is a huge suspect.  We can already deduce a few reasons that are huge motives."

The detective continued to reason while still getting important information from the butler who was still stupefied, and shaking.