The police officer's face flushed with anger, his eyes narrowing into furious slits as he processed Greg's words. "A skirt...? A donut body?" The officer's internal monologue seethed with frustration. He glanced down at his own protruding stomach, a testament to years of neglect in favor of a desk job. His fury erupted as he bellowed! "What are you meaning by those?" the police officer asked, his voice quivering with anger. "Are you trying to body shame me? Don't you realize who you're seeking problems with?! Do you want to know who's going to wear skirt after this, huh?!!" he screamed, pressing hard the word 'skirt' in the end. Greg, however, remained remarkably unfazed by the officer's outburst. He met the officer's fiery gaze with a cold, determined stare. "How about you?" Greg's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Do you think it’s okay for you to crumple an official letter like that and even ask for Rika’s body in such a manner? You know, no matter how 'high' your position is, you st
As soon as the lieutenant heard Dylan's words, he immediately strode toward the entrance hallway. Fury coursed through him. How could one of his officers dare to mess with someone like Greg?!‘F*ck, I’m in so much trouble... How could one of my men dare to crumple an official letter and even mess with GVR?! Is he trying to dig my grave?’ he thought, his steps quickening. He acknowledged the salutes from officers he passed on his way, his mind racing.He couldn’t help but regret not asking Dylan for more details about the offending police officer's appearance. Panic had clouded his judgment earlier, but now it was too late to rectify that mistake. All he knew was that the officer was stationed at the entrance."But since he says that it was the officer who guided the entrance. Is it possible that it was Jim? Ugh… now I'm starting to regret asking him to guard the entrance… At first, I thought it was a good idea to give him that position since he’s pretty rude, and the reporter surely w
Right now, Greg and Rika were walking in the old apartment building hallway, with the lieutenant leading the way.“The apartment seems a bit different when being investigated. Turns out there are so many people that live here, and it didn't look that dark after the police added more light,” Greg mused as he looked at the apartment corridor, which was filled with residents who were being interrogated by the police.There were even detectives, and maybe an actor, holding up some tools as if they were trying to guess how the suspect had murdered the elderly.“Well, that seems like they're shooting a movie. There's even the director there,” Greg remarked as he glanced at the people who were trying to reenact the scene.TAP!The lieutenant cleared his throat, breaking Greg's chain of thought. "Right here," he said, gesturing towards a door at the end of the dimly lit hallway. "The executives are inside."Greg's eyes followed the lieutenant's hand to the door. It was an unremarkable wooden
"That’s the main reason why we were here and being held by the police."Karel's shocking admission hung heavily in the dimly lit dining room, freezing the air around them. The room, which had moments ago been filled with tension and uncertainty, now crackled with a different kind of energy—an eerie mix of disbelief and resignation.The executives, including Dr. Lou, Sarah, and Alan, sat in their old wooden chairs, their faces reflecting a spectrum of emotions. It was evident that they didn’t expect that Karel would reveal the truth so easily. Even Greg, too, couldn't help but be shocked since he didn’t expect that Karel would confess so readily."However, that was our initial plan before all of this happened,” Karel said, making Greg frown."Initial plan?" Greg frowned. "What do you mean by initial plan?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.Karel sighed again, a heavy sound filled with the weight of their dark intentions. He began to explain, his voice low as if revealing a sinister secre
As Karel was on the brink of revealing the name of the person who had asked them to murder the elderly, the door to the victim room swung open abruptly. The officer guard, who had been watching them closely, stepped in. His stern expression indicated that something had occurred that required immediate attention."Excuse me, but I'm afraid you both need to leave the victim's room," the officer guard stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We're conducting further investigations in here, and it's best if you're not present during this process."Greg raised an eyebrow, his curiosity about Karel's revelation still burning. He was about to protest or find a way to continue the conversation when Rika discreetly patted him on the back. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper, "Greg, the police are watching us closely. We should comply with their request for now. We can find another opportunity to talk to the executives later."Greg turned his attention toward the pol
As Rika walked through the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoed softly against the aged linoleum floor. Silence wrapped around her like a shroud, interrupted only by the hushed conversations of detectives and the occasional flash of a camera. As she turned a corner, she saw Lieutenant Sol just exiting one of the apartment rooms that seemed to be an operating room."Okay, make sure that Jim's new job was changed to that one. And as for the guard entrance job… Let's just give the chance to Louis. Tell him to stop recapping the accident and guard the entrance although I doubt it since he's quite a wimp," the lieutenant said, his voice low and authoritative."YES, SIR!" the subordinate replied crisply before hurrying off to carry out his orders.Lieutenant Sol closed the door to the apartment operating room, his gaze scanning the dimly lit hallway. He noticed Rika walking alone in his direction and approached her."Ah, Rika," the lieutenant greeted her, his tone polite yet slightly c
Greg furrowed his brows in confusion as he heard Dylan’s words. Getting drunk yesterday? How come they got drunk yesterday, and made a scene here? Didn't they already go back to Havenwood when that happened?But then, Greg caught Dylan’s gesture which was none other but a subtle touch to his shoulder and a discreet wink. And Greg remembers that Dylan once did that gesture when he wanted Greg to lie to the teacher when Dylan was late for class!Realizing that code, Greg immediately put a shock expression as he decided to tag along. “Wait, what?! Did you say that we were drunk yesterday? Oh my… I forgot about that, sorry… sorry… I must have been really out cold yesterday!” Greg said, feigning a shocked expression which made Dylan chuckle."Haha, that’s alright. It’s understandable. After all, you were pretty sad yesterday that you hallucinated seeing Mrs. Millen, your grumpy neighbor in the hallway!” Dylan laughed heartily before turning his attention to the elderly lady. “Anyway, spe
Days had passed since the unsettling events at the apartment complex, and now life seemed to have returned to its usual rhythm. The tension that previously had gripped the whole North Struggl was now nothing but a distant memory as the police who was try hard to keep silence, now give a shocking conclusion: Mrs. Jill, the elderly owner of the apartment complex was found guilty.The news of course sent shockwaves through the community. Nobody had expected that a frail old lady like her could be a blood cold murderer. The revelation had everyone talking, and soon, the executives who had once been the prime suspects faded into the background. People were too busy pondering how an elderly woman could commit such a gruesome act, where she had acquired the deadly acid, and if she had acted alone. However, beneath all these questions, a deeper mystery gnawed at the minds of the residents.Why had Mrs. Jill placed the 'F' keychain in the victim's mouth? Did it hold some hidden meaning, per