Chapter 4: Investigation of the Smiley Killer case and Alejandro's plan to escape from prison

That morning, the quiet highway turned into a horrific crime scene. A thin mist covered the asphalt, adding a sombre feel to the bloody scene that unfolded before the officers. Detective Rozman stood near the police line, his sharp eyes examining every detail carefully.

The taxi driver's body lay on the ground, his throat slit. The car's windshield was shattered, indicating that the driver was pulled out with terrifying force. In the taxi, in the back seat, Clara's body was found with a stab wound in the stomach. Blood flowed profusely, soaking the car seat. But what is most striking is the smile symbol drawn in blood on the asphalt, a sign that immediately reminds Rozman of his dark past.

"Detectives, we found this symbol," said an officer, pointing at the eerie smile symbol.

Detective Rozman nodded, his face remaining calm even though his heart was turbulent. Di approached the symbol and crouched down, examining it carefully. Painful memories of his family being killed five years ago come back to haunt him, but he tries to stay focused.

"There's no doubt anymore," Rozman muttered quietly, but loud enough for the officers around him to hear. "This is The Smiley Killer's job."

Bayu, who was beside Detective Rozman, just nodded slowly, understanding the pain that Detective Rozman was experiencing.

A young officer, named Idham, who had just joined the investigation team looked confused. "Detective Roznan, who is The Smiley Killer?"

Rozman stood up, looking at Idham with eyes full of firmness and bitter experience. "The Smiley Killer is a serial killer who has haunted this town for years. Five years ago, he killed my wife and daughter in the same way. This smile symbol is his signature.".

The officers were silent for a moment, feeling the emotional weight of Rozman's words. They knew how deep the wound the murderer had left in their detective's heart.

Rozman took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. "Look here," he said, pointing to the broken windshield of the taxi. "The driver was forcibly pulled out and then killed here. Then the killer got into the taxi and attacked Clara. The stab wound in his stomach showed that he tried to fight back, but was unsuccessful."

Detective Rozman visualized the incident in detail, he processed it all in just one blink of an eye. Visualizes and processes thousands or even millions of objects in his head.

He continued with his deduction, "Clara's two children were kidnapped. This fits the pattern of The Smiley Killer, who often kidnaps his victims to prolong their suffering. He never spoke, showed no emotion. Just cold, premeditated murder."

Idham asked again, "How can we find him, Detective?"

Rozman stared at the forest in the distance. "We have to comb the surrounding area, looking for clues. The Smiley Killer won't stop until we stop him. We have to act quickly before he does more terrible things."

That morning, with the fog slowly starting to lift, Rozman led his team with determination. He promised himself that he would not let The Smiley Killer escape again. The killer has taken his family, and he vows to end the terror he has brought before anyone else falls victim.

The hotel atmosphere looks calm in the morning. In the lobby, several guests prepared to check out while the hotel staff swiftly attended to their needs. The soft sound of instrumental music comes from the speakers in the corner of the room, giving a calming atmosphere. Elegant chandeliers illuminate the lobby with warm light, creating a comfortable and luxurious atmosphere.

Upstairs, in room 305, Adam Faris sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window that offered a view of the busy city. The hotel room was comfortable, with a neatly made King-Size bed, a work desk with several books and an open laptop, and a wardrobe in the corner. The walls are a soft cream color, decorated with several abstract paintings that give an artistic touch to the room.

Adam is a teenager who has just been accepted at a leading university as a young teacher. His face beamed with a mixture of pride and joy. He still couldn't believe that he would actually start his career as a teacher at such a young age.

"This is like a dream," Adam said to himself, a wide smile on his face. He grabbed the acceptance letter from the university that was lying on the table and read it again, as if to make sure that everything was real.

His cell phone rang, interrupting his thoughts for a moment. He looked at the screen and answered the call enthusiastically. "Hello, Mom!"

"Adam! How are you doing there?" Her mother's voice sounded loving and worried on the other end.

"I'm fine, Mom. "The hotel is very comfortable, and the views are amazing," answered Adam enthusiastically. "I still can't believe I was accepted as a teacher at this university. This all feels like a dream."

"We are so proud of you, Adam. You worked hard for this, and you deserve it," his mother said in a touching voice. "You would be a great teacher."

"Thank you, Mom. I will try my best. I want to make you guys proud," Adam looked at the acceptance letter again, this time with strong determination.

After ending the call, Adam stood up and walked towards the window. He looked out over the busy city, thinking about the challenges and adventures that awaited him as a young teacher. He felt a little nervous, but more than that, he felt ready to start a new chapter in his life.

Adam tidied up his books on the table, making sure they were ready for his first day at university. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervousness that was starting to creep up. With a smile on his face, he said to himself, "This is the beginning of something extraordinary."

It was a quiet hotel morning, Adam Faris started the day with new enthusiasm, ready to face the challenges and opportunities that would shape his future as a teacher. Joy and hope filled his heart, giving him the strength to step into a world full of possibilities.

That morning in prison, the cold and gloomy atmosphere felt tense. Weak sunlight filtered through the small bars on the window, casting gloomy shadows on the cell floor. Alejandro sat on the hard iron bed, his eyes tracing every corner of the room which was full of mossy walls and peeling paint. The sound of guards' footsteps and the rustling of chains could be heard faintly in the distance, adding to the dark atmosphere.

Alejandro has many plans in his head. He predicts that Clara will die-a belief he holds firmly. Detective Rozman, who is busy with The Smiley Killer case, will not focus on him. This is the perfect opportunity for Alejandro to escape from prison.

He stared at the top corner of his cell, watching the CCTV rotating slowly, watching every movement in the detention block. Alejandro had studied the surveillance routine carefully, counting every second as the camera shifted from one angle to another.

Alejandro organized his thoughts and visualized the entire holding cell room and the way out in just 0.1 seconds. He had planned everything in detail. When lunch time came in the prison cafeteria, he would poison some food. He knew how to do it without getting caught-by taking advantage of security gaps when the food was distributed.

When lunch arrived, Alejandro took the food as usual, but didn't eat it. He looked around, noticing the other prisoners starting to feel the effects of the poison he slipped. Some started holding their stomachs, grimacing in pain.

My plan worked..

Laugh from the heart.

The prisoner next to him, a gaunt-faced man, hissed in pain. "Damn, what is this? My stomach feels like it's on fire!"

Alejandro pretended to feel sick, holding his stomach and grimacing. "I feel it too! What happened?"

Prison guards immediately arrived to see the prisoners curled up in pain. "What's going on here?" One of the guards asked in a panicked tone.

"Severe stomach ache!" Alejandro answered, trying to sound convincing. "Please, we need help!"

The guard approached, examining Alejandro. "Are you sick too?:

Alejandro nodded, holding back the laughter inside him. As the guard crouched down to examine more closely, Alejandro saw an opening. With quick and precise movements he paralyzed the guard, hit him in the back of the neck until he fell unconscious, then Alejandro took the guard's gun and shot several of the guards. The prisoners were too busy with their pain to notice.

Alejandro took the key from the unconscious guard and opened the cell door quickly. "This is it," he muttered to himself.

He moved quickly and calmly, utilizing the knowledge of the guards' routines and their habit patterns that he had learned over 2 days. He walked down the narrow corridor, carefully avoiding the surveillance cameras, and headed for the emergency exit.

"No mistakes now," he whispered, reminding himself to stay focused.

As he approached the exit, Alejandro heard the sound of the alarm starting to sound. "My time is up," he thought, running as fast as he could. He shot several guards with precision. He passes several guards and shoots them, and he finally manages to open the last door and misses out, gasping for free air.

"Haha! Success!" Alejandro laughed, sounding sweet and funny. This was his success.

Alejandro ran away from the prison, leaving chaos behind him. He knew that this was only the beginning.

Detective Rozman and his team combed the wooded area carefully, each equipped with flashlights that illuminated the dark and winding paths. The sound of their footsteps sounded on the dry leaves, creating a tense rhythm amidst the silence of the forest. A thin mist shrouded the tall trees, adding to the gloomy and eerie atmosphere.

Rozman led the team with determination, his sharp eyes examining every corner, looking for the slightest trace. Bayu, his friend and colleague, walked beside him, no less alert.

"We have to find them, Rozman," said Bayu in a serious tone, trying to cover up the anxiety that was starting to creep in.

Rozman nodded, not saying anything, but his eyes showed strong determination. They continued walking, combing every part of the forest, hoping to find clues that could lead them to The Smiley Killer.

After some time, one of the team members, Nina, shouted, "Over here! I found something!"

Rozman and Bayu immediately ran towards Nina's voice. When they arrived, their flashlights revealed a grisly sight. In front of them, hanging from the tree branches, were the naked bodies of Clara's two children. Their bodies were raped, mutilated, dismembered, and hung like broken rag dolls. Wounds indicating incredibly brutal violence

Bayu covered his mouth with his hands, trying to hold back the feeling of nausea. "Oh my god, this… this is terrible," he muttered in a shaky voice.

Rozman remained calm on the outside, even though inside he was roiling with disgust and anger. He approached the bodies, examining every detail with a flashlight. The scars, the way the body was cut, all indicated one thing; The Smiley Killer.

"We have to report this," Nina said in a trembling voice, her eyes filling with tears at the horrific sight.

Rozman nodded, trying to calm himself. "Contact headquarters. We need forensics here ASAP. Don't touch anything."

Bayu still looks shaken. "How can someone be so cruel, Rozman?" Those kids… they don't even have a chance."

Rozman took a deep breath, trying to control the anger and sadness that was welling up inside him. "This is The Smiley Killer, Bayu. He has no heart. He enjoys the suffering he creates."

Rozman checked the surrounding area, looking for other traces that might have been left by the killer. "We have to find a blood trail or anything that could lead to his current location. He probably left something behind."

The team moved carefully, searching for additional evidence around the scene. Rozman couldn't take his eyes off the corpses, feeling haunted by such a brutal and inhumane sight. You know, finding The Smiley Killer is now more important than ever.

"I won't let this continue," Rozman muttered to himself, his voice full of determination. "He will pay for this."

With heavy hearts and strong determination, Rozman and his team continued to search.

Detective Rozman and his team are still investigating the scene in the forest. The weak morning sunlight penetrated through the trees, illuminating the gloomy location. The forensic team is busy taking samples, photographing evidence, and gathering every detail that might be useful in the investigation.

The bodies of Clara's two children, which had been found in a terrible condition, were now being moved to the body van. Team members carefully lifted the body that had been placed in a body bag, ensuring that each step was carried out with great respect and caution. The atmosphere around them was filled with heavy silence, punctuated only by the whispers and directions of the forensic team.

Bayu, Detective Rozman's colleague, took a deep breath, trying to control the emotions that were roiling inside him. "This is very inhumane, Rozman. How can someone be so cruel?" He said, looking at the small bodies that were now neatly wrapped.

Rozman didn't answer, just stared with a gaze full of revenge and determination. "We have to catch him, Bayu. There is no other choice. He has to be stopped."

When the corpse team closed the door of the van, taking the bodies of Clara's two children away, Rozman felt a heavy weight on his chest. However, the focus must remain on the investigation. He walked away from the scene, taking a deep breath when suddenly his cell phone rang.

He looked at the number that appeared on the screen; it was a call from prison. Quickly, he picked it up. "Detective Rozman is here."

The cell guard's panicked voice could be heard on the other side. "Sir, this is an emergency! Alejandro is running away! He managed to knock out several policemen and escape from prison."

Rozman felt his blood boil. "What? How could that happen? Isn't supervision being tightened?"

The cell guard answered in a shaken tone. "He took advantage of mass poisoning in the prison cafeteria, making everyone sick, including the guards. We didn't expect him to be able to overpower the guards so quickly and escape."

Rozman clenched his fists trying to control his anger. "Okay, stay calm. Make sure all information is collected and send it to me immediately. We will handle this."

After hanging up the phone, Rozman turned to Bayu who had been listening to the conversation. "Alejandro ran away. We have a big problem. He must be planning something."

Bayu nodded, his face serious. "What should we do now Rozman?"

Rozman stared at the forest around them, feeling the pressure of two big cases to solve. "We are a team. Some remained here to complete the investigation at the scene. We have to find traces of The Smiley Killer. Meanwhile, I will coordinate the search for Alejandro. We can't let him wander around."

With clear direction, the team moves efficiently. Detective Rozman knows that his time is precious. Every minute wasted gives Alejandro and The Smiley Killer a greater opportunity to escape further. He wouldn't let that happen.

2 days later

(Udang River, Melaka)

(Time: Night, 9:24 p.m.)

Alejandro sat on the edge of the roof of a tall building, wearing a black robe that fluttered in the night breeze. The light-filled cityscape below provides a sharp contrast to the surrounding darkness. His face looked calm, but his eyes radiated a cold and calculating glint. From this position, he could see most of the city, including the prison he had just escaped from.

The flash of street lights and the sound of sirens in the distance reminded him of what had just happened. Alejandro smiled faintly, feeling satisfaction at his success. However, his thoughts returned to the plan he had carefully laid out over 2 days.

Flash back:

2 days before the escape, Alejandro was in a gloomy prison. He had approached a prisoner who had access to illegal substances. His name is Ramon, a man with a sturdy body and a tattoo on his right arm. They met in a dark corner of the prison grounds, a place quite hidden from the eyes of the guards.

"Ramon," Alejandro started in a low tone. "I need something from you. Something that can help me get out of here."

Ramon looked at him with suspicious eyes. "What do you want, Alej? You know this isn't cheap."

Alejandro nodded, having anticipated this. He reached into his pocket and took out several cigarettes and a neatly folded letter. "I have cigarettes and information you can use to bargain with in here, and I will also help your family…I understand how you feel. And I need poison. Something not particularly suspicious, but strong enough to make people sick."

Ramon frowned, thinking about the offer. After a few seconds, he nodded. "Okay. Tomorrow morning, during field practice, I will give it to you. Make sure you don't attract attention."

The next day, while all the prisoners were exercising in the field, Ramon approached Alejandro with an inconspicuous gesture. He handed him a seemingly ordinary cigarette, but Alejandro knew it was different. Inside the cigarette, there was a small capsule containing the poison he needed.

"I have fulfilled my part," whispered Ramon before leaving.

With the poison in hand, Alejandro knew the next step was to smuggle it into the prison kitchen. He chose lunch time when the kitchen was busy and the prisoners were working hard. Alejandro approached one of the prisoners on duty in the kitchen, a skinny man named Jorge.

"Jorge," Alejandro started the conversation, feigning various complaints about prison food. After a few minutes, he secretly put the poison-filled cigarette into Jorge's pocket. "I have a plan. Don't ask anything, just do it. Sneak this into a few servings of food. Not too much, just enough to make them sick."

Jorge nodded without asking, already used to such requests in prison. He knew Alejandro was not a random person, and it was better not to interfere in his affairs.

Return to the roof of the building:

Alejandro reflected on his success, feeling the cool night breeze brush his face. He took a deep breath, enjoying the freedom he had just achieved.

"Busy Rozman, no one can stop me now," thought Alejandro. "I have planned this carefully. Every step has been calculated."

He looked at the city below him, eyes full of determination and ambition. "I am an angel who cannot be stopped."

With that thought, Alejandro stood up, his black robe fluttering even louder under the night wind. He stepped out with confidence, ready to move on to his next big plan