Chapter:4 a new friend?

Chapter 4

Maya Lee:

She’s the murderer. Lily Garcia is the murderer and high chance the owner of this diary. And I feel like I'm the character in the movie who will price everything together.

Going through the journal , I heard a beep from the clock and realized I hadn’t slept the entire day. It was 5 am in the morning reminding me to get ready for the job. Well the curiosity can wait.

After getting ready I headed towards the bakery only to notice a prominent hole in the shirt.Where was I when I wore this shirt. I tried my best to cover the hole with my left hand as I walked through the streets. But due to the odd positioning of my hand many people looked at me some with a questioning look while the others with a worried expression while I just smiled at them assuring them I was alright. And when I reached the bakery ,my luck seemed to have reached the very peak because the bakery was filled with customer.

Note the sarcasm.

Opening the door I was greeted by the same dude from yesterday who was holding an apron. What an unusual day , I'm actually lucky. He handed that to me and gave me a weird look and directions.

Getting into my position as a cashier I greeted customers with a smile as I started accommodating them. I endeed the day with a fake smile and sweaty face which did change into a real smile when I received a bonus pay check.

I scurried beneath the tall street lights wanting to get home before the darkness struck. Reaching the shack , i saw my door creaked open. I stared at the door contemplating whether I should enter or go to the old man’s house. Who was I kidding , that old man can be a potential killer. And this question might have struck you about why I didn’t report him. Well first he had given my this house and I could just be stripped off it not by him being arrested and taking revenge on me but rather more specifically being stripped off my life by potentially being murdered. So it’s better not to opt for assistance.

I’m not skilled in martial arts and taekwondo , so better pray for my well being.

Entering the house , I heard someone’s light steps which would have been hard to hear if not for the silence which had been bestowed upon the shack.

Holding the broken lamp , I approached the kitchen only to find a women there holding a pan in her hand. we stared at each other awkwardly trying to decipher our intentions. In the next second I broke the silence by saying

“who are you?”

She said something which was incoherent because of her muffled voice. She had stuffed my cookies in her mouth. The cookies I had bought to celebrate my new profound house.

Then she ranted as crumbles of cookies fell from her mouth.

“I’m so sorry , I lived here before you and now that I have just lost my house I thought this was still available and there was also another reason.”

“What was the other reason?” I questioned to which she replied

“My curiosity over the journal. The journal which belonged to Fei Lee.”

“You do know that curiosity killed the cat and you also know about the journal.”

She give me a dubious look as if thinking I was stupid

“I did mention about the journal, didn't I....Anyways my name is lily” she replied

“you are the murderer???” I questioned putting my broken lamp in action.

“No , no , no. My full name is lily Casper” she said as she blocked my lamp with the pan.

“Ohh , I'm sorry”

After an awkward staring competition , I invited her to sit on the floor as the sofa was still broken. We loosened up as we started to talk and then proceeded to open the journal.

Journal page no: random

“No use of an imprudent one

To the society he is a useless one

His death was destined from before

As the hatred for him came from my deepest core”

With the death of Smith , I had been given his position as a senior detective. There was no rough investigation and just after 100 request , they give me his position. I was paired up with someone known as detective Aaron. He seems to be a concerned person about the agitated people not like the others but it takes time before real colours seep out.

We were paired to further investigate the case. It was really easy for me to remove the evidences that my panic self had left behind as I “investigated”.

Smith isn’t my last victim neither is Mateo Jones who I had just finished an hour ago.

The opulent landlord who had oppressed every and I mean every customer except the ones as himself. He was notorious among the indignant natives for his unscrupulous personality.

Though I am well aware that killing is bad but I’m just fixing the societies unfair treatment. Once they learn the message and fix themselves up , I will stop.

My senior detective position is just a disguise for my “atrocious crimes”

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Maya Lee POV:

Lily must have noticed my sweaty figure as she comforted me that the killer lily was resting in prison.

So she is still alive , I thought to myself. But what about the old man who could be a potential killer.My trail of thoughts was broken when we heard a loud knock. Opening the door I stumbled upon a corpse painted in his own blood as a sticky note was on his shirt.

“He was just a fabricated lie,

Also the reason for hundred cries

He deserved this fate

For his iniquitous traits”

We both stared at each other in horror , knowing deeply that this tactic of killing was the same as killer Fei Lee’s.