Chapter 359: The Case of Evil Twins.



Wee-woh~

Wee-woh~

The ambulance and police vehicles pulled up, rushing to investigate the crime scene further.

This time, they were here to seal off the building and gather all microscopic evidence.

Everything happened just like in the movies, with people flying speedily in all directions wearing protective clothing. 

Only a few detectives came in, trying to analyze how the crime happened. 

"You see the cut through the neck? It's done so precisely and cleanly, leaving no bombs in its work."

"What is it? A dagger? A kitchen blade? A machete? A synth?" 

"This... we won't know until those in the lab further analyze the head. For now, what we should be looking for is the body. 

What happened to the body? Where did the culprit stash the body? Maybe there will be more clues as to what happened on the body."

Many detectives were looking for any clue, like signs of lover bracelets that came in pairs or other injuries that could depict how the fight between the victim and the killer went down.

Although it's said the man didn't have records of any existing lovers, who is to know if in secret he met a woman that tickled his fancy and was seeing that said woman or man?

Right now, they've got nothing. Nada. 

The place is so clean they regretted not discovering the severed head sooner. 

There were no broken windows, no signs of forced entry, nothing caught in the front door camera and nothing out of the ordinary anywhere except for the severed head. 

Many inwardly thought that the killer should've cleaned up his tracks since the head looked a few days old. 

This meant the killer had a good head start over them, which was not helpful at all.

Well, the only thing they could confirm after a few hours of waiting for DNA results was that this man here was the true Ice Cream man, menacing the kid was right... or sort of right. 

You can say evil twin, but since this man had no brothers and wasn't reported to be a twin upon birth, it's more likely someone had made a Hyperreal mask of the victim. 

This was the only way to explain why there were 2 Ice cream men with the same faces in the same town. One is dead here and another is on the loose.

This again puts them at a disadvantage since the real criminal might do away with the hyperreal mask once he feels threatened, and they won't even know what his true facial identity is. 

Something was also off about the home one they couldn't quite put their hands on.

It was very chilly and gave off an ominous aura that made everyone feel on edge. 

It was just a severed head. So why did they get the feeling that its opened eyes were looking at them with hidden intent?

Creepy... so creepy.

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Immediately Hardy and Shalom took out their walkie to relay the delicateness of the situation. 

"Chief, we've got a really hard nut up our asses here. If the ice cream truck is found, we must not engage until we are confident we can take the killer(s) down without letting them escape."

[I figured as much. Don't worry boys, we've got every street camera looking for that son of a b**ch as we speak... Eagle Squad is already on the case, heading to the last location the truck was spotted. Boys, I've got a good feeling about this.]

"Got it chief... and one more question... as per policy, all strange cases must be reported to the newly formed SN department.... chiefs, when do we know the situation is weird?"

[This...]

The chief on the other side was also puzzled by this new policy.

What police case is not weird? 

All cases, even a simple one such as stealing candy, are often weird because of the twists and turns to get to the truth.

Honestly, they were struggling to understand what the point was of this new department that only a handful have ever seen in action.

This new department was so mysterious and bizarre because the officers in the department were never there. 

Their department was more or less like a desert space, with no one ever being there, except their secretaries who took calls, made schedules and recorded important information to pass along.

Understand this. 

When it came to seeing the actual officers it was as though they were invisible.

No one knew what they looked like or even how many they were.

Everything in that department was dubbed as Classified, but not your ordinary Classified Level. 

Their department was the Grand Puba when it concerned classified existences and files. 

What's more intriguing is that the few who have seen them in action often come back changed, as though grown overnight. 

They were also seemingly afraid of their shadows and often liked to keep all lights on at night when working overtime. 

It was strange since during overtime at night, the officers liked most of the lights deemed very low, as they zoned out of their surroundings and only focused on what the light on their desks touched their work. 

Everyone had reading lights on their desks, which surprisingly, mesmerizes one into full concentration.

However, those who had the privilege of seeing the SN department in action seemed afraid of the dark overnight. 

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What's more, after a few days, they also lost noticeable weight, with some developing 3~5 day-puking regurgitations over the littlest bits of food they saw. 

These people understood that they must eat to stay alive and active in the force. 

So yes. 

They still ate, but would puke but long after. Sometimes even when not eating, they would pile after thinking of God knows what.

Honestly, it's still baffling how grown men and women could puke at the sight of any little thing.

Cockroaches made them puke, ice cream made them puke, salads made them puke and just about everything made them what to vomit. 

For some, they got out of their puking dilemma in a week, but for others, it took 2 to 4 weeks before they could eat without puking anymore. 

This was all too strange, causing many to wonder what exactly these people saw for them to keep acting this way. 

What sort of heap or pile of dead and mutilated bodies did they see to cause them to have such weak bellies? 

Indeed, the newly formed SN department was often the talk of the many police squads during their breaks. 

Heck. 

Many didn't even know what the S and N meant.

(***SuperNatural.)

Everything was one big mystery, but things didn't end there. 

All units must immediately transfer or report their situations to this SN department if things get weird.

But what definition of WEIRD were they looking at? 

They used the term very vaguely, not giving enough flesh to the words. 

In the police force, there were all kinds of <weird> and there were already many sectors in place to handle these sorts of weirdness.

Some handled homicide, some handled suicide, others who handled terrorism and so on.

All these in a sense have their own weirdness intertwined with the investigations.

So what type of weirdness was the SN department looking for?

(?~?)

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[This... When you feel the case is beyond your capabilities and isn't adding up, let me know. And remember... don't keep your egos on high. There's nothing wrong in admitting you can't solve the case. We are here to catch the killer, so it doesn't matter what department does so. We are all police officers.]

Hardy and Shalom nodded lightly. "Right."

The hell it is! 

(*^*)

Although they agreed, it was hard not to let their egos get in the way of things.

It was very vexing to hand in a case you've spent hours and maybe days working on.

After doing most of the work, who would like for another to just scoot over and take the credit? 

Sure, their department will be mentioned in passing but a majority of the glory would go to the ones that take over the case later on.

What's more, all police departments compete with each other all the time.

Who doesn't want to be recognized in the bureau? Again, who doesn't want bonuses to their usual pay? 

Hmph! 

Until they saw the works of that mysterious departments with their own eyes, they didn't believe it was so great.

After speaking with the chief/Department head, they hastily left the deceased's home, heading to his workplace for more clues while also looking at his phone to see those he communicated most with.

It was true that the case was starting to be a real pain in the ass since no true clue had appeared yet.

At this point, the killer could be anyone. 

Everyone was focused on solving the case, that during the moments they were in the house, they didn't see the head suddenly blink its eyes with interest, with an unnatural smile radiating from it. 

As usual, humans were always fun to play with. 

Like so, Chaos continued spreading within the city, oblivious to those within the academy. 

As for Dorian, he had another matter he urgently needed to attend to. 

"Raulin, we leave tonight."

"Yes, Grandmaster."

They cannot delay this matter any further.

It's time the Grandmaster takes back whats rightfully his!

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