A female detective and a male Police officer collides. (Or is it?)

Before everything below starts, let's just say that Song Mi had died once.. This is her life~ Chasing after a guy for many years just to get...

Cases solve by detective and police~

Conflicts happen between both the police and the detective about the cases they receive and to whoever gets to solve and catch the real criminal and get all the credit.

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Even the book cover is I made it so no copying!

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1)Back to Life
2)Unknown Glory
3)Manaiac
4)The Unknown Poker Case
5)Ghost Hunters
6)Sorcerers
7)44 degrees celsius is so cold~

  The hell as Tremor called it was the area that we are in right now. I opened my eyes and there they were. All the souls of people that passed away in my world. This really is hell.

 

 

 

Souls were screaming from pain, everybody got the thing they deserved. I saw one man giving money to other people and he wanted them to pay him back double. When he said that one snake appeared and hit him on the head with a hammer. That is his justice. I saw people starving and people overeating themselves.

 

 

Those who overeat themselves vomit acid and were burning themselves. I looked around me and I could not find Tremor nor detective Murlock.

 

 

In front of me was a desk with a laptop on it. I felt the urge to sit and start writing. I sat down and turned on the laptop. I started writing stories. Every story that I have written there appeared in front of me. I wrote about kittens being eaten alive by dogs and there they were. Barking and roaming around the table trying to get to the kitten to eat her. What is going on? Is this my hell. I remember writing such horrible stories and it all came true. I looked and Sodomy in front of me, I gazed at murderers killing people and I watched animals being beaten to death.

 

 

 

I saw Travis and his beagle again. He was beating it with an iron pole and the beagle was whining and begging for help. How can I stop writing these horrible stories? I can not help the urge to write more and more. Officially I am in hell and I am the devil that pulls strings here. I can't take it.

 

 

 

I started crying and begging this place to stop but nothing was about to happen. I was writing constantly. More and more stories came to life and I saw the outcome of every single one.

 

 They were all sad endings. Bad ending as people would say. I wanted to look around me to see other people's hell and then I saw Tremor.

 

 

 He was also the devil who pulls the strings. He was crying and mumbling something without his tongue. He was burning faces with hot oil.

 

 People were coming towards him like he was honey and they begged him to burn them. They screamed: "Please, please burn me!". What is the meaning of his hell? Burning faces? Wait… Fero has a burned face.

 

Tremor also tried to find a familiar face that he could rely on. He saw me. Then he started to cry loudly and I could see that he was trying to say to me that it is not his fault that Fero got burned. This area is freaking me out.

 

 

 

My stories are coming to life and I could see how bad this power can be. I need to stop writing. How am I going to stop? I looked on the other side and saw detective Murlock lying in bed all tied up. He was bandaged from head to toe. He could not move nor scream.

 

 

 

One man with red skin like he was skinless cam to him and started kissing him on the chest. I did not see what they were about to do because I looked away. I could not stand to watch it.

 

 

Our detective Murlock must have been very sinful in our world. He used his badge to get girls and he liked bondage. That is his punishment. The red skin man was his devil and he was his puppet. He did everything he has done to those girls in our world.

We need to find an exit out of here. All three of us have the urge to stay. We can't fight that urge. We can't find that beautiful but also horrifying feeling we are experiencing. I need to control my stories. I have written one with a happy ending, but that ending changed to bad instantly. So that is not the way. I tried figuring out how can we escape but I was unlucky. I looked at Tremor who was about three hundred meters away from me and he was nodding his head around and around.

 

 

 

What is he trying to say to me? He screamed but I could not understand him. Then I read in his eyes that were popping out of his head that he was saying: "STOP!" That was not helpful at all. I wanted to stop too. I really could not bear seeing one more story coming to life. Then it hits me.

 

 

 

I opened a new document with an urge to write something. I typed: "The end." and everything stopped. You could hear people talking to each other in a confused way. Yes, I did it. I stopped everything. Tremor smiled and when he did that some blood came from his mouth. His tongue is still bleeding.

 

 

 

-"For god sake!" –said detective Murlock trying to get out of the bandage. –"I wish I never die if I am going to experience something like this.

 

 

The red skin man was looking directly at him but he was frozen. It is like he was waiting for me to write that they can begin again. I was not going to write anything anymore. Detective Murlock jumped towards the red skin man and he started hitting him.

 

-"No! Don't!" –I said. –"It is not his fault!"

 

Detective Murlock did not hear me and he had beaten the red skin man. Because of that, my hands started typing again and everything went back the way it was. He was bandaged again and tied to a bed and Tremor was yet again burning the faces of unfamiliar people. Once I could break the power over me and now I need to do it again.

 

I need to write again the same thing that I have written when it all stopped. But I could not seem to control my hands. They were creating stories and that is all they wanted. The tremor started crying again and now he was hopeless.

 

 

 

On man in front of me had his hell eating him alive. It was the head that chewed on his body like it was a chewing-gum. He was screaming and drowning in his blood that I could not concentrate.

 

 

 Even though I have the power of the superior that works in this world I can't seem to figure out how to control it. I started thinking about the good stuff, about Fran, my mother and all I had was good thoughts in my mind. I needed a memory too.

 

 

 I remembered Darius and his beauty and I remember that I will be a godfather one day. I promised myself that I will do my best as his guardian and that I will dedicate my life to that child. I looked at Tremor and he had enough of everything. I saw it in his eyes that he doesn't want to be human anymore and that he wants to go back to his old form of a silhouette that was guarding the entrance of this world.  What will happen to this thought?

 

 

 

That memory of Darius and Helena helped me to control my power and yet again I wrote: "The end." Everything stopped. Other people in this hell started again to talk about what happened. They looked at me with admiration. There were no devils. Only wounds that hurt a lot. Detective Murlock spotted me and ran towards me.

 

 

-"Thank you." –he said. –"I will never do this again in my life. I will stop what I am doing." –he continued.

 

 

I nodded. We all need to stop for what are we doing when we go back to our world. But, only three of us can go back. Tremor, detective Murlock and myself. What about those people who already died in our world. I changed the aspect of hell. Now they were some people standing in space waiting for something to happen. It was like when you put several people in an empty room. What will they do?

 

 

 

They were starting to get thirsty and hungry so they started eating each other. A tremor ran towards us and mumbled that we need to go right now.

 

 

We started running through the crowd. I was bitten but one child that was hungry but I kicked her away from me. Detective Murlock was also bitten but by several men. Tremor and I tried to save him but he got lost in the crowd.

 

 

 

-"We need to find him. We need him and his physical weapon!" –I screamed.

 

 

 

 

But, Tremor pushed me away from everything and we came to the edge of this place. Above us was another platform with humans eating and beating each other. Beneath us was also another platform. And I looked to the horizon and there was no end to this place. Tremor looked me directly in the eyes and gazed at me like he wanted me to trust him. I nodded too and agreed to do whatever he wants to do. Then he jumped holding my hand. We were falling forever until we went through the void and found ourselves in a golden dining room.

 

 



Born with a gift of writing, Evan Jones is experiencing strange vibes from his new stories. His gift came to life when his fiancé died. They influence in his real world, and they come true. He quitted his job so that he can only write and make living out of it. Since the stories are coming true, he gets scared. He thinks that he is losing his mind and is going to see a psychotherapist. Before that, he has written a story about his friend Darius. Darius could not have children with his wife Helena, so Evan wrote a story where they could have without knowing that it will come true. The psychotherapist is going to help him realize that he has the power of destiny. With his writings, he can make everything come true and with those stories, he is rewriting people's destinies. They tested his power and they were right. During one heavy night, Evan meets Tremor in the dark room with molded brick walls. Tremor was a guardian of another world and he appeared to him so he could help him unleash his power. He explained to him that he had been given the power of destiny which was the power of his creator. The psychotherapist becomes greedy and dies of Evans's power. After that, the police start to investigate the cause of death. They have been led to Evan and they took him for questioning. Again, Evan uses his power to get away from his responsibilities. Tremor explained to Evan his family tree. Then Evan starts to meet every single one of them. Firstly they met Fana and Kana. Tremor becomes the traitor and loses his power. Evan finds out that his fiancé is alive. He is eager to save her. Tremor and Evan were about to go to an adventure in the unknown world where Fran was to be found. They went through the three stages of the Tabular world. At all of those stages, they were experiencing their dreams, nightmares, and fears.

Chapter 1
A chill crept in a dark, moist room.
A shrill that made the body trembled.
My heart beats faster.
The feeling of eagerness that kept higtened. Ah...
This is the feeling I wanted.
Great, really great.
A smile slowly bloomed on my face.
Meri opened her eyes, gasping for air. She placed her right hand over her left chest, where her heart lies.  She could only felt its fast beats, a lingering trace of the feeling of excitement left.
"Darm... turns out it was just a dream." She mumbled. And here she thought that it was real. She could not help but feel disappointed.
By the time her breathing and heartbeat back to normal, she started to get ready for the day. An hour later she got a message from her assistant, Sastri, to head for the meet and greet location immediately. After reading the message she got in a taxi.
The drive took quite a long time due to the work hour. By the time she arrived, there are already a lot of people at the location.
The meet and greet were held in a mall centre. It was one of the programs that had been waited by loyal readers in the book fair event. Many famous authors invited to introduce their books and of course the most to do signing part.
Every author is prepared with small stages to talk about their books. Then there will be the interview, the topic usually information and facts around the book they wrote. Following with question and answer session, and last it will be closed with signing session...
When she entered the book fair area, she could see many people there, loyal readers were either sitting in their designated chairs of standing, some authors had arrived earlier,  talking about their book. There were even reporters and social influencers doing live streaming.
She looked around and finally found Sastri waving her hand by the side of a stage. Raising her eyebrows, she walked leisurely with a faint smile to her assistant.
"do you know what time is it now, Meri?" Sastri whispered angrily.
"I know... I'm sorry. I slept  in" 
"I don't care. Quickly go to your stage, your loyal has been waiting for for 30 minutes for you. Oh my god... what kind of the main character will come late for their show!" the beautiful assistant kept nagging while pushing the other woman to the stage.
Meri, the main character who got nagged for her lateness, entered the stage calmly. She sat on the only chair on the stage. There's a plain white table in front with a book on top of it, her latest book.
There's another person on the stage, a cute boy with curly hair.h looked like a university student. When the boy saw that the woman has sat in the chair, he opened the event. After a simple opening and introduction, he then let the woman introduce her book.
"Hello everyone. Good morning.  I am Meri Sadistira. In today's activity, I will introduce you to my latest book, The Messanger. Have you read the book?"
All readers responded with a 'yes' while raising a blue-covered book in heir's hand.
"Great! I am thankful to all of you for buying my books. Alright then, without further I do. This book told the story about the life of Gun, the main character who was a criminal charged with murder. Upon release from his punishment in jail, he finally enlightened and decided to be a new person. Alas! He just got back home, sitting on his sofa while scrolling to order some take-out but his hand slipped and accidentally opened a new message."
The audiences are laughing hearing it. For they know there's no such event happened in the book at all.
What takes out? What slipped off the hand? How came an ex-murderer action so comical?
This is supposed to be a suspend story, not a comedy!
"anyway, the message consists of a bunch of random alphabets and numbers. But he didn't think much of it at first. You know, people like to prank with a phone nowadays. But the next day, he got another message with different alphabets and numbers.  Concern over it, he begins to crack the meaning of the messages. Every day, they would get another message, all with different alphabets and numbers. In the middle of his attempt to crack the messages, he coincidently met detective Jonathan,  the very person who put him in jail. And so they made a deal. Detective Jo agreed to help him crack the messages, but he has to help detective Jo to solve a case. Until... he found out that all the messages were actually leading them to a serial murdering case 10 years ago, which happened again. It is happened to be the case that detective Jo was handling and needed Gun to help him. Alright.. that's all for now.  Please read the book if you want to know more about the story." 
The audiences turned silent while listening to her storytelling at some point. It took them e few seconds to come back to their senses and gave big applause. And so.. the first session was closed with booming claps by the audiences.
"What an intriguing story. I feel like I can't wait to read the novel as soon as I go back home later. Alright! Now that the first session has ended, let's move to the next session. Miss Meri, please sit comfortably. You may drink the water we prepared for you. And you'll need to answer questions we have arranged for this session." Explain the MC. Meri only gave a simple nod to answer him.
After a while, the Mc sat on another chair and began his first question, "what's the background of your novel this time?"
"it's just like my previous works, this time my novel was also influenced by my love for mysteries and thrill stories."
"is your work this time related to your certain previous work called Murder in Time?"
Calmly, the woman answer, "there's indeed a connection between the two stories. But just a little bit. It's just a few characters in the police station and Detective Jo. I did admire the character Detective Jo which I created. Although, after this novel, my admiration for detective Jo will have to be shared with Gun."
The readers chuckled lightly when listening to the last part of her answer.
Next questions soon followed. There were 20 questions given by the MC, and all were answered calmly by Meri. Until the start of the third session.
"The second session has ended. It's time for the last session, the QnA session. Does anyone have a question for the author?"
A lot of readers raised their hand one after the other. The MC let a woman with pink blouse with skirt of the same colour to speak her question.
"I want to as will this novel adapted to movie screen like your previous works?"
The MC let Meri to answer the question. 
"good question. There were indeed a few of my previous works adapted into the screen. But, for this novel I can't be sure yet. Well… let's just hope this novel will be able to be as successful as it's older siblings. That way, it won't be possible to watch it on screen soon."
"Next question."
The readers raised their hand once again. One by one, they were let to speak their question, from asking about the location for the novel's setting to the main character in the novel. Well.. they probably curious if the place or the person actually exist in real life.
"Did your love to write mystery stories based on the betrayal of your ex-fiancee?"

Summary:

Meri Sadistira raised back after the downfall she experienced 2 years ago as a mystery novel writer. 
together with her assistant as well as her best friend, Sastri, and her cousin Dimas who is a policeman, alongside his partner Nuno, they solved a case that connected their fate. until a dark secret unfolds. 
a secret that connects the fate of the four of them will be unfolded through diction, fiction, and illusion.

I rested my elbow on the table and rubbed my temples, who is that girl exactly? 
I crossed my arms, looking at Damien's laptop that I borrowed on the table. Danielle Ludwig. I lean forward and resume typing, I've read every 1996 articles but there were not related to Danielle. If not in articles, maybe it was somewhere. I switch my tab to a old local news and went to the 1996, I scrolled and a the title made me halt from scrolling. 
DANIELLE LUDWIG—7 year old kid commit suicide at Red Wood Academy. 

 November 5,1996--A body of 7 year old girl found hanging in the Red Wood Academy and was later identified as one of the student of the school named Danielle Ludwig. Her body was found in room 103, one of the classroom of Red Wood Academy. The horrifying discovery was witness by a teacher around 6:00 pm in the afternoon as she went back to the classroom from a teachers meeting. 
"I was sure that every students went home at 4:00 pm" said by Miss McFinley, Danielle's teacher. 
I scrolled and read more of the passage of an old news. 
The teacher called the parents but shockingly, it couldn't be contact anymore. There were no relatives that claimed Danielle's corpse on that day. Classmates and teachers mourned after they knew that a student from their academy was lost. Sadly, Danielle has no friends. After the incident, the facility stated that they like to help those students in need. 
I laid my back against the chair. Danielle must be facing something and didn't try to reach for help. There was no statement why she killed herself but what makes me question is that why the parents couldn't be contacted anymore? 
I shoved my hand on my pocket and I realize I don't have a phone with me. I grabbed a piece of paper and pen and scribbles on it. I don't have experience in solving cases, I even don't have the experience to play detective games on the internet when I was child. Searching and trying to find who is that girl makes me feel that I'm a detective and with this few hints, I can help Damien.
Miss McFinley 
 Room 103
November 5, 1996
"Could you find on that on the library? Or some employees record or something?" I asked Damien as he is reading the paper that I scribbled on earlier on his hand. Damine heaved a sigh. 
"It would be too much wo—" 
"But you want to find who is exactly Danielle, right Damien?" I asked, cutting his sentence off. He nodded and shoved the paper on his pocket. "Yeah" 
"I know it would be too much work but we can who is exactly Danielle" Damien smirked at me, entertained. Raising my eyebrows, I shot him a confused look. "What?" 
"With this hints that I never thought before, you have the detective side. Thanks, shithead" I let out a laugh of his remark and shook my head, disagreeing. 
"No, I don't have that side" 
"Oh yeah? Do you love reading detective books or.. "
"Or?" I asked, curiously. 
"or you are a detective yourself" he said with amusing tone on his sentence. When he mentioned detective books, I remember my former girlfriend. She always like to let me read mystery books and wanting me to try it because I'm way immersive on romance books. 
"You should read this. This book is intriguing and makes you flip the pages" She likes to read mystery books and don't quite like romance, thinking that all romance plot books are the same. she told me that she wrote stories in an online writing community where users can be writers and readers. I was happy that she wrote her stories and I supported her not until… she found someone else. I was busy on my school works and don't have quiet time for her. I was replaced by a writer. A famous online writer on the community, she is happy and I want her to be happy. 
"Was a detective question sensitive?" I looked at Damien, guilt wash over his face. A tear drop on my pants and consecutively drop as I noticed it. 
"What? No. It is sure nice if I'm a detective myself" I said, trying to be amusing on my sentence whilst wiping my tears off. "Don't give me that look, Damien. It's fine, just had a thought" 
"It's okay if you cant help me, finding who is—" 
"I'll help, okay? Just had a thought about something that I.. " I stopped midway, sighing. "something that I lose" 
Damien cross his legs, looking at me. "Girlfriend?" 
I shot him a look, "I think you must be the detective here, Damien and not me. I didn't even mention who was it but you knew it." Damien shook his head, crossing his arms. 
"You're wrong, I'm not. I just guess it because that's what do people mourned about like a break up with someone they love like.. the fuck?" Damien said with a laugh. "Or I guess I can easily say that because I haven't had a girlfriend before" 
"You haven't?" I repeatedly asked. Damien nodded, "But I already had sex with girls. Like different girls on the campus. Hot, sexy, cute? Name it" My eyes widened in surprise, I never thought Damien would do that. Not to sound gay as it seems but looking at Damien, he is pretty much attractive. 
"Lot of girls keep inviting me to their parties and I ended up having sex with them but.. I eventually tired of it. Sex is cool but I want to have a serious relationship with someone buttttt" he prolonged. 

"its also tiring to be in a serious relationship" I let out a disbelief laugh, "really?"
Damien rolled his eyes and shook his head, "We are not in our topic, shithead. So this is the hints?"  he said, not wanting another conversation. I nodded. He looked at his watch, "I'm late. Gotta go"

Life went twist and turn as Alexander Hughes, a 20 year old college student woke up in an unusual setting. Not later than he realized he is in the book that a local antique owner shop gave him for free. Little did he know that the more he encountered characters that involves in horrifying events and chilling chapters, the more it is endless. Sooner, a character from a book told him that reading the book was a mistake. Could Alexander find his way out of the book or would he be eternally stuck between the pages that filled with so much suspense? Was it a dream or was he played under the hands of someone he didn’t expect to? 

This story contains extreme language, bit of violence , gore and such that some readers mind find it disturbing.
Read at your own risk.

the photo used in the cover is not mine
credits to the owner/artist

Richard Gordon felt like weights felt onto his shoulder by the time he saw Chance arrive at his house, for the first time in a while, yet his son wasn't in that fancy suit of his, nor he was wearing that Haverton's badge that he often wore. He was something else, someone different. He spent the next hour listening to more of Valefar's explanations. 
Throughout that time, Richard thought of his son. 
It wasn't the clothes that gave Richard the entire painting of his son, it was also the pale skin Chance had. Well, he had to admit the clothes his son wore seemed out of place that most people in Morissey, or Harbor City for that matter. Heck, not even people in Oyster Bay had clothes that. People in Scarburrow? Perhaps, but not in these times. 
He listened to Louise who gave him the entire story Chance told her. Both the husband and wife exchanged their stories of what they heard from Chance and Valefar respectively. The latter, that demon of a Representative, they furrowed their eyebrows by the time he and Chance had taken their leave. 
"I don't trust him. The Representative." Richard began to speak his mind out, his voice was louder than he normally spoke. During a time before and after he met Louise, he spent most his days on the porch if not inside tuning in onto the radio or reading whatever was detective oriented. He had a collection of detective stories and even a comic at some point from Runciter Press. 
Detective stories, the thought of Chance being a Haverton came to his mind. Back then, in 45', he had hugged his son by the time he returned safely from the war. Why didn't he tell me about those Arms? Richard thought. 
He remembered that a couple of his neighbors spreaded words about strange weapons appearing in the great war, not just in Iwo Jima, but apparently other places as well, Pearl Harbor was included. 
"What can we do Richard?" Louise began to speak in a sad tone. "Other than hoping for the best?"
"I don't know what's worse Louise." Richard spoke. "You tell me: my father enrolling Chance in the army without my consent; our son fighting enemy soldiers from other countries back then? What about those so called secluded missions our government gave to Havertons like him, and barely informed us of those missions? How about our own son accepting another job but this time he's facing multiple devils?"
"Richard!" cried Louise. "For crying out loud you don't think I feel the same way!?" she rested her hands onto the kitchen counter. "I'm sure Chance will make it."
"That boy only got lucky up until now. Real damn lucky if you asked me. Heck, would that Valefar man really give him and his friends their souls back?"
"Chance told me that this Valefar is only a dealer; only makes the deals with the Arms or anything related to a devil's doings."
"I still think he IS The Devil himself."
"Rich-"
"No! Hear me out for a bit." Richard cried out. "Just a bit. Valefar tells me that his boss' guns were freed by some Fiend for whatever reason that might have been the case. Where is this Gunsmith? I haven't seen him."
"Are you implying that this entire crisis is the greatest lie a devil could have made towards humans like ourselves?"
"No, I bet my retirement money that he is the Gunsmith."
"Chance says otherwise, Richard." Louise spoke again, this time folding her arms. She sighed again as Richard placed his hands towards his head. "One thing's for certain, if Valefar is here to protect us from...whatever these Hellfire Arm users may be, we have to accept it, alright?"
Richard folded his arms, he zipped his mouth shut, looking away from his wife, toward the walls. 
"My father, rest his soul, was a moron; someone over his head." Richard spoke. "Enrolled our son into the army, not saying a single word to you and me. But Valefar? That devil makes me want to forgive him." He paused, looking at her. "Well, at least Ulysses wasn't a demon for that matter, but-" he placed another hand towards his head, his shoulder leaning against the kitchen counter, and closed both of his eyes. 
"Why are people so complicated?" Richard said. "I ain't taking about me, but somehow it's like no matter who Chance meets in life they'll always, and I do mean always, try to get involve in some messed up shit that I don't even know what to make of this Hellfire Arm crisis now.

Once upon a millennium ago, there was a Gunsmith from Hell, and he made hellish guns with abilities that were beyond human: Hellfire Arms. Of course, using these guns required a certain price: the human soul

But a "mishap" in Hell has caused many of the Arms to drop in the east coast city of Morissey, where not everyone is exactly a saint

In this fantastical representation of 1940's America, private investigator Chance Gordon works with the city's finest in order to get the Hellfire Arms back where they belong before the human race is slaughtered by Hellfire.

Bullets will be exchanged, and bodies will hit the floor.





Case File: This isn't one.

Case File Date: Then and Never.

Location: Complicated.

Subject: Me. And some other people.

Entity: Me? Other things.

So cunningdiplomat isn't home right now. Though I feel you might have guessed that already. I didn't kill him or do anything to him either, he's currently out and about, preparing to move, doing not being at home things. Anyway, I am writing this little exposition here to...acquaint ourselves before the Q and A. I'm sorry to break the usual formula here but I promise there will only be a few more of these "Tales" from me. To tell you the truth I was not going to reveal myself to you or cunningdiplomat for a while, so I do apologize for this break in protocol.

Story Time

There were two boys. Friends.

The boys were oft-seen together, attached at the hip as they say. One was an intellectual, a thinker, a puzzle solver. The other was an explorer, curious to a fault, and courageous. Between the two of them they were the perfect pair. Unbeatable. Unbreakable. Their time was spent adventuring through the woods, through town, through whatever they found and there was nothing that could break their bond. Though there was one who could test it...

Enter the Father. Not friendly. A bad man with a shitty job and a drinking problem. Nothing new, but nothing pretty. He was hateful and spiteful of all, including his son's perfect friendship. Child beatings and bruised ribs, isolation with little consideration of feelings. Yet best friends the two boys did remain. Treading softly around the Father the two boys retained their bond.

One particular day the two boys stumbled across something while rooting through the attic: Enter the Unknown. Malevolent. Malicious.

Unknown spared the boys to get better acquainted with the dwelling and it's inhabitants: The Father, the two friends and one more. A Mother. Submissive. She would cringe from the Father's touch and abhorrent personality. She was a silent bearer of her shame.

Unknown continued to stay in the house watching Father and Mother as well as being an "Imaginary Friend" to the friends. It was a manipulator and a planner, biding time and feeding off their energy.

Eventually Unknown started messing with the family. It would bump someone or hide objects, break a window or leave slain animals around the house. At first the two boys were blamed and punished, but then the Father and Mother started noticing the events happening even when the boys were away from the house or at school. An exterminator was called and found nothing, the police were also called upon but could not help in anyway. Enter the Detective. Dutiful.

The Detective had seen things he couldn't explain away with logic. He had solved cases that had been unsolved for years. He was truly a master of his craft, mixing a firm sense of reality with a willingness to accept alternative causes. He quickly ruled out an animal or a break in so he interviewed Father, Mother, and the two boys.

The Detective picked up on the evil that was the Father very quickly. He had little desire to help this man but at the end of the day a paycheck was a paycheck. He tried to talk to the Mother about it but she would have nothing to do with his questions and quickly shut off around him.

He came to questioning the friends. He learned that the friend that was always around was here because his parents were always working and he was afraid of being by himself. The Detective also learned of their Imaginary Friend. He learned how it was always present and always watching the family, and also of the disturbing comments it would make.

The Detective viewed what information he had and came to several different conclusions: The Father was the cause of all or most of this, that the Mother was finally acting out repressed emotion, or that the friend's Imaginary Friend was somehow to blame. As fate would have it, all three of his conclusions were right in one way or another.

One evening the Detective decided to stay a bit late to look in to the lesser traveled parts of the house. Unknown did not appreciate the sudden investigation occurring within it's domain and decided to take the vessel with the weakest resistance: the Mother. Countless years of being beat and degraded had lowered her mental health to abysmal levels and Unknown used that to the fullest to take her body from her.

Unknown then attacked the Detective, attempting to strangle him to death. The Father walked in to this scene and let out a forceful strike that hit Mother's frail body. He then lost himself to his usual barely concealed rage and throttled the woman. In the end Father ended the life of Mother and expelled the Unknown from her body. Bitter irony that a piece of shit man like Father would save the Detective.

The two men worked out a deal where the Father and his son would leave town and settle down elsewhere while the Detective looked in to what made the Mother snap and to delve deeper in to this.

And so the other friend was left behind without a goodbye, pondering what had become of his other half.

And that's where this chapter closes, but it is not the end of this story, merely fuel to feed your fire.

I know how you all vicariously read through the Case Files. I read what you send cunningdiplomat. I know that you want more. Luckily, it suits my needs to entertain you thus far but remember this: you have not stumbled on some ARG. This goes far beyond whatever horror-culture cliche you may think qidian holds. cunningdiplomat wasn't the first to stumble on Organization 440's works, though he is the first to obtain the entire picture. Do you really know how many of these "stories" are accounts or recollections of the Paranormal? Or how many of these "authors" were paid or intimidated in to acting like they wrote the stories? Not everyone in the Organization just goes and sends an Operative out to kill people, bribery and intimidation actually keep people alive.

I'm here because someone has to keep cunningdiplomat on track. cunningdiplomat is here to share these with others. And you. You are here to read and remember.

Now to the intrigue you love so much. I am in these "Tales" somewhere. Maybe in this one. Maybe in one of the future ones. But I am in them. cunningdiplomat may be in them and he just as equally might not be. He may be both.

I can stick around for a little bit to poke and prod but cunningdiplomat will need to get home eventually and freak out at this.

Oh. And the name's Tattle.

EDIT: Leaving now so that cunningdiplomat does not meet me. See you next time.

Edit: cunningdiplomat here... It is almost 10 pm where I'm at...I may be on in a few hours after I sift through all these comments. I don't know.

The Ds-professional love is a detective series formed around different parts of the world but mainly the United states of America in the city of Los Angeles..

Its though a love stories in a lesfic genre but yet a thriller with a mystery to solve around the many.

This book will be published in series. Each season a book of it's own.


Character mining

The Ds-professional love is about a lesbian detective Jessica carriewhite whose family was murdered by franklin moonlight during her time serving in the military. She then returns forcing her way into the los angeles police were she is hired as a homicide detective to solve whodunnit cases yet her aim is to find the murderer moonlight whose Identity is a mystery.

During her work with the Los Angeles police, she meets a lady forensic Science specialist Vivana Carter whose curiosity about Jessica's plan led a bad start with there relationship and threatened any chances of getting along at all in there work together.  A problem when  Jessica been assigned to work with Vivana who can hardly be kept a secret from.


Carings

This book series evolves around crime.... and supernatural.

All rights of it are reserved to the author.

all copy rights are completely reserved.

not images, videos or screen shots are to be taken out of this book unless authorised otherwise.

Its atotal Lgbt relation and if you find yourself uncomfortable reading it. Then please just dismiss.

Little erotic and little romance to it.

The Ds-professional love is about a lesbain detective Jessica carriewhite whose family was murdered by franklin moonlight during her time serving in the military. She then returns  forcing  her way into the los angeles police were she is hired as a homicide detective to solve murder cases yet her aim is to find the murderer moonlight whose Identity is a mystery. 

During her work with the Los Angeles police, she meets a lady forensic Science specialist Vivana Carter whose curiosity about Jessica's plan led a bad start with there relationship and threatened any chances of getting along at all in there work together yet Jessica being assigned to work with Vivana who can hardly be kept a secret from. 

"Good evening, Rika. You too, Burger King."
"Heh. It's actually morning for me here," Rika smiled. "10:30 in India right now." 
"Hey! Just because my initials are BK doesn't make me a Burger King!" the other editor snapped. 
"True, true. Brendan, was it? How is it going?" 
"Busy!" Brendan adjusted his glasses. "In fact, there's some things I want to touch on." 
Detective W grabbed a notepad and his trusty gel pen. He turned on his lamp lights and turned off the overhead lights. 
Even though they don't meet that often, Detective W can tell that Rika was a serious woman. Her gray suit jacket, complemented with her sharp stare and straight sitting posture gave her a rather intimidating aura. Detective W had met several no-nonsense women like her, and like always, he liked doing work with them a lot.
Brendan, on the other hand, didn't seem like much at first glance. His hair looked like a bird's nest and his beard and moustache was roughly shaven. His glass frame was two shades too pink. But, as Detective W soon came to realize, despite his appearance, he was a bright man who knew a lot about human nature and can pinpoint a lot of Detective W's egregious writing errors.
"So," Rika started, "You're planning on making Volume Two now? That's nice. However, before we talk about volume two, there are some things about volume one..." 
Detective W nodded. "Go ahead." 
"Please plan out your cases with further details! I know that you've experienced those cases before, and that they are easy for you, but the readers might not think so!" 
"It's just a Webnovel... right? I can just go ahead and change it anytime, right...?" Detective W whistled. 
"And some of the cases are too easy! Don't insult the readers' intelligence like that! It seems like you're making stuff up as you go along!" 
"Uh... the entire first volume was like that. Experimentation. Plot pantsing, to be totally honest. It turned out that experiment have mixed results," Detective W laughed. "Some of them turned out fabulous, while other ones were meh..." 
"Experiments?! Oh my god!" Rika groaned. "And, one of the cases wasn't even a case! You know what, here! I will send you links on how to plan mysteries. You might be a great detective with great cases, but damn, your planning skills in writing sucks!" Furious typing could be heard. "I will compile all of them into a single document!" 
"Ouch..." Detective W playfully clutched his chest. "Got it, Ms. Adhi." 
"Brendan, do you have anything you want to add?" 
"Oh, speaking about your book, I think this story would carry a lot better in third person point of view. Or first person. Second person point of view is just too weird." 
"Unfortunately for you, that's the one thing I won't be changing, Brendan. That's the major characteristic that has to stay there, no matter what. I guess you can say that's my main experiment." 
"Really? Experiment? You don't care about its potential success?" 
"No. If people like reading second-person point of view stories, then so be it. I'm just a writer for fun." 
"Okay... but here's the more important part. Please, world-build better. We all know that the cases are mostly in Owlsburgh, but what is Owlsburgh like? Street names are fine, but what kind of festivals does Owlsburgh have? What's Owlsburgh culture like? You live in Owlsburgh. Thus, you know the place better than the readers! Be more detailed!" 
"Got it," Detective W wrote all of that down. 
"There's also the characters. Besides the assistant, who is purposely ambiguous, all the other characters must be fleshed out, too! Just because your book is in second person doesn't mean that only you are the only one with full characterization!" 
"Yes, Brendan. Thank you for that." 
"I'm done. Rika, have anything you want to add?" 
Rika shook her head. "That's pretty much what I wanted to say too. Now, W, got any good news you want to share?" 
Detective W shrugged. "Being in a rather crimeless city, I guess. Doesn't that count as good news?" 
That got an uproar from both of them. "Oh, and speaking about monetization..." Rika added and drank her chai tea.
"Nah, never mind. I did fill out an application before, but now looking back at it, I don't want to do it anymore." 
"Why?! Passive income, my dude!" Brendan exclaimed. "You're going to toss that away?" 
"Look, I have enough money to last me a lifetime! And that being a detective can be busy! Irregular update schedules, man! Monetization requires daily updates, and I don't have the time for that!" Detective W droned.
"So... why are we still being your editors, then?" Brendan sighed. "You are one eccentric dude..." 
"Damn, you guys are still getting paid, right? I pay you two twice the market rate!" Detective W snapped. 
Rika acknowledged that. "Fine. But, if you do want to sell your work, let us know. Your work has some potential in it. Polish it." 

Detective W nodded. The time flew by with small talk. Rika told Detective W and Brendan the happy news she was two months pregnant, and both of them congratulated her.
"Yep. Thanks for the meeting today, Rika, Burger King," Detective W bid farewell.
Brendan didn't even say anything and just flipped Detective W the middle finger. Rika just gave him a slight wave as she logged off. Detective W took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. 
'That was... exhausting...' he thought. The lull of drowsiness silently drowned his remaining thoughts and Detective W just sprawled on the chair and slept just like that.

3-141-MYSTERY...
Hello, my friends! Welcome to Detective W's Agency at Owlsburgh, Pennsylvania! 
I'm glad to have you as my assistants! I'm grateful that you guys are here to help me solve cases-from the easiest to the most complicated! 
Rate: 20USD/Hour. Many benefits included. If you really want this job and work your brains out, give the above number a call! 
The mystery-I will give the honor to you of solving them! Don't worry!
Glad to be solving mysteries with you, my friends!
Sincerely, 
Detective W

P.S Currently working on another novel now, so this book will have weekly updates. Thanks for understanding

Heavy footsteps scramble along the narrow street. The man tries to run away as far as he can from the monster that reveals itself to him. His fast heartbeat is deafening his ears and his shallow breathing dries his throat and almost choke him. The sweat dripping on his forehead flowed over his disgruntled face. He didn't mind the sting of the salty sweat seeping into his eyes as long as he could escape the dreadful image of the demon that haunts him down.


He has heard frightening stories of it before, beginning from his old penniless grandfather trying to scare him off to sleep when his mother would leave him at his house to work as a masseuse in the evening. His beggarly grandfather would say:


"Close your eyes before the Dalgyal Gwisin arrives. The demon has no face and it will get yours if it sees you awake."


He never paid attention until now. Even when his friends share ghost stories with him about a faceless devil that lurks at school grounds at night or abandoned houses and buildings. For him, they are either drunk or hallucinating. Scaring themselves with nothing more than creepy children's fantasies.


How long has he been running? The man thought to himself.


The scammer is out of breath, gasping for air. He stops his tired feet and turns his head to search for the monster disguised as a man.


He isn't there. He wasn't followed.


His tee-shirt stained with sauce is wet at his back from sweating too much. He slumps on the ground and feels his energy drained like his life is beginning to end. He notices his hands are pale and dried like an old man and when he looks at his reflection from a shallow pool of water on the floor, he is shocked by what he saw.


An empty face.


Fearing the image made him scurry backward with his hand until his back hit the cold wall of an empty building. The street is silent. There is no one around. Even the street cats don't make a sound.


He touched his face. The gooey thick texture of melting skin in his fingers is the last thing he sees. His eyeball that carries his dark brown irises fall from the socket and drop down to his melting cheeks. He can't see where they fall but he can feel something in his hands, so he squished it hard, his eyeballs are now mushy members on his palm. Trying to scream is impossible to do, as his lips melted down to his sauce-stained shirt and the thick sickly liquid sealed his mouth shut.


He has no face.

No eyes to see.

No mouth to scream.

He will only run and haunt people in the narrow street.


The faceless wraith hovers over the new ghost created by the cruel punishment he bestowed. The scammer cheats people and now a monster tricks him to get his soul. It is not fair. Very cruel indeed. The monster has no mercy when he catches people committing bad deeds.


This is only a part of his nature. He can do a lot more terrible things. The mirage is a vengeful demon that gives death in an instant and makes their souls wander eternally as retribution. This is how he is made. This is how he has been. Once a human sees the faceless monster their life ends. Their souls are bound to his existence and only the demon and a few can release them.


The monster picks up the money the scammer threw haphazardly on the ground and puts it in the back pocket of his pants. It is stained with a curse and needs to be burned or sent to a shrine to be cleansed for if someone uses it, they will experience unfortunate events in their lives. He puts his pair of clear glasses back to his mortal face and walks away from the narrow street.


Roaming along the road, wearing the human body of a man makes him exposed to the senses of cold and warmth. Like the wind mildly blows through the air. It doesn't smell like it used to be. The sweet flowers that mix with the breeze are gone and shift into the currently filled scent of burning oil and waste.


Alone, he walks out of the narrow street.


The disguised man reaches the parking lot when his phone vibrates in his pocket and flashes a name on the screen.


Detective Lee SungMin


He slides the button with his finger to answer the call.


"Detective?" Lee Yejoon greeted the man with a question. He knows the detective wouldn't call him if it's not a matter of urgency.


"Ghost, have you seen the news?" The detective asked on the other line with a worried tone.


"Yes. They finally found the body at the seaside." The disguised man answered, barely bothered by the knowledge of the authority finding the corpse of the person he wears.


It's the therapist that troubles him more than anything and the beating heart of his body elevates with the image of the woman passing through his mind. The masked monster has a puzzling discomfort remembering Ms. Han Soojin and the sense of warmth she left on his hand. He raises his arm and stares at the fair skin of his palm. The lines depicting human life are gone symbolizing the end of its path.


Does this body still remember sentiment or is it him, beginning to perceive emotions again?


"Ghost???"

"Hey!!!"

"Are you still there???" The detective yells from the other end of the call.


"I'm still here." Lee Yejoon answered. "The therapist saw me and found out about her client's death." He added.


"She wouldn't be a problem. We have the best friend as the suspect. We only need to connect him with the black car that dumped the body into the sea and after that, you know what to do with him." Detective Lee SungMin explained but the faceless wraith is certain the woman will be their next dilemma as he turns his head to scan the parking lot before opening the door to his car.


"Okay." Lee Yejoon replied and hung up the call. He puts his phone inside his pocket, veers around, and stares at the woman standing behind him.


She is wearing a white dress that covers her thighs down to her knees. The string-strapped satin nightgown reveals her beautiful shoulders and arms settled at the side of her body. Her black long hair swiftly sways against the breeze of the night and her eyes have the same doll-like features encircled by long lashes. The pinkish skin and blushing cheeks are now pale and gloomy under the moon that shows its light to bring illuminance to the dark.


The disguised monster is not worried about how the woman looks. It's the bruise on the woman's neck under her chin that bothers him the most. 


It came from a rope.


The woman didn't wail. The woman didn't move. It only stares at the apparition of the spirit that will give justice to the unwanted death of the woman.


"Han Soojin???" The faceless wraith calls the woman's name and the dry pale lips of the woman curve into a smile on her face.

[+Horror +Mystery +Romance]
CoverArt by Sendaline_16

Do you believe in omens? Or curses? What if you met someone who carries the weight of a curse for a thousand years? 

Han Soojin created an ordinary life for herself, working as a therapist on a small clinic in the city. When a patient comes in with strange questions about himself.

It was bizarre and Soojin felt it.

The mystery behind her patient pushed her to follows him one night after recognizing him walking down the street. At the corner of the road, Soojin confronted him. But the answer to her questions brought more puzzling thoughts when she found out he was dead and murdered before meeting him.

Is she seeing a ghost?

Then why did his palm felt warm on her hand as she pulled him close?

[Recap: "Are you still going to be like nothing happened? You Damn MONSTER!"
The bullet is running like a horse. Red-colored blood is being shed.]


_____________One year's ago_________

            New day, New Life
            Life is like a Dog
        Sometimes it makes us happy
    Sometimes it gives us a meaning to Live
      and Sometimes it is Our
              MURDERER

Walking...in a lonely street where darkness falls...

"Man this detective life sucks."
"Why can't you solve any case properly?" Mimicking Mr. Beak
[Note: Mr. Beak is a Senior Chief Detective.]
"Obviously they are hard to catch. Mr. Beak might have a screw loose."
"Ahheh! I feel like killing Mr. Beak."
"What a city full of black shoes!"
"You might be wondering who the hell black shoes are or why I named it. That's quite simple. The other day my black shoes went missing. okay, I admit I can't find it. maybe it is in some corner of my house.
So I just named the Psychopaths black shoes.
Quite simple, right?"

"I need peace of mind"
"Somewhere quiet will do."

The alley is covered with dark. The light in the lamppost is blinking. No one is nearby.
Suddenly.....



"Shhhhhhhiiiiiiiiittttt"


"Did I deserve it?"


"I accidentally step on a Stone. and why there is so rubbish in here?"
"My clothes are covered with filth. Those are the new clothes that I made last week."

A pile of rubbish is in a corner. Next door neighbor must be the one who did this. The pile of rubbish is placed right next to a Store named Psycho Store. By outside it, it looks like a typical bookstore.
"Now You Are Dead, My Friend." says the detective.
He rushes through in anger. Kick the store door with his might. The door almost died.

"Huh!"

A boy with dark brown hair. Wearing a black jacket, Seating on a throne-like Chair, Reading a Book (Calver's best Crime Stories.)
The Detective was shocked for a few minutes. The detective is amazed by the book and quickly sat down on the chair in front of the reception table.
"Hey. that's Calver's Book. My favorite writer.
oh! I forget to introduce myself.
A-ahem, My name is Jacob. A detective of Justice. What about you?" [Totally forget about the rubbish matter]

"My father named me Abi. I am not some kind of hero of Justice. Owner of the store."
The shop looks more like a bar than a Book Store. Just look at the table in front of Abi.
It's the same as in The bar. This guy lives in his own kingdom.
 

"owooo! that's great," says Jacob
Jacob notices the store is kind of weird.
[New book.
Romantic Psychopath.
Buy Now.
New Volume release
Mission Psychopath
-Genre Action ]

"Definitely weird. Does anyone buy it?
Guess this city is filled with weird people."
thinking Jacob by himself.

"You see today's Case was so hard. I can't even eat my lunch properly. after searching the whole crime scene for two hours what I found, A toy gun. Seriously!! He could at least brought a gun from the black market then I could catch the black shoes and solve the Case."
"This guy has a serious problem," mumbling Abi.
"By the way, aren't you curious who I am calling black shoes?"
"It's quite simple. People tend to give nicknames to things they hate most. Detective hates criminals."Abi calmly answers the question.
"Now could you please stop disturbing me? I am reading quite an interesting book."
"By book, I remember this is a book store.
Then do you have any book like how to catch criminals?" asked Jacob with an interesting face.
"Nope, but I sure have a book on how to avoid Police."
'Hey, that's rude. You seem to a high IQ person. Why not you help me solve the Cases."

"What will I get from it?"
"I have a close friend in England. If I ask him he might send me some world-famous books. I can give you some. What do you say?"

"A detective is giving me Bribe. What a coincidence!."

"The the case is abou-t..."

"I haven't said yes."

A City filled with Psychopaths. A Mysterious Boy named Abi tends to have a Book Store.
One day he meets with a Detective (Jacob) and helps him solve the case. 
Though out the journey many plot twists and secrets are revealed about the Dark past of MC.

__________________________________________

Disclaimer: If you want to read a novel with mc being weak and loser this is not for you, My boy. Also, it's not a romantic and harem type story. But you can find some comedy in it. It's totally based on the MC's life. The more you read the more you get to know about him. Our MC is cool, Intelligent and elegant.


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