“Officer Smith, wehave an emergency! There is a body found at the countryside,” the assistant police rushed into the room.
The car raced along the road; with a screech it halted before a rundown building.
There were other rundown structures beside the building, over grown with weed.
The police all went up the building carefully, reaching the top floor, where a
little boy’s body was laid out on a weird, red circle. The police that were
already investigating the crime scene reported the situation to the officer,
“The body was reported to be found by a streamer. He was doing a stream about
going into supposedly haunted places, and this is where he went. He reached the
top floor around 4 in the morning and found this body. He called the police immediately
and there were people watching in the streams. The boy probably died around 2
days ago. There’s no finger print or any sort of clue from the scene. Only the
drawing seems to be a clue, it drawn with the boy’s blood, but we can’t figure
out what the drawing is supposed to mean yet. The boy was killed with poison,
the killer probably took some blood to draw the circle beforehand.” Officer
Smith nodded grimly and walked around the crime scene looking here and there.
The investigation went on with not much found. The streamer was interrogated
and then he recalled how he discovered the body; he now is the only suspect.
“We need to figure out what this drawing means, this might be very important to solving the case,” the new detective
Stephen in the station mused. “Of course, it’s a possible start, but there
ain’t much information on it. We haven’t come across anything useful, not yet.
You might as well get your ass moving and actually do some work instead of just
sitting there,” Officer Smith replied, glancing up from his computer. “Oh well,
I’ll try,” Stephen replied, and he got up, walking over to the files on murder
crimes in the past decade. “Hey, before you actually start, maybe you should
check this,” Iris said, turning her laptop around, showing them the information
of a 10-year-old boy. “This is the dead boy, maybe we should also start with
finding his family.” “Okay, totally agreed, you go start on it then,” Stephen
replied sitting down and starting to flip through files. Time flies past and
the meeting room is filled with the sound of flipping paper and typing on
keyboards. Night falls and the group working on the case is so tired and hungry
they could eat a cow and sleep for a day right afterwards.
