“I feel the presence of death there,”
Jason responded.
Edward’s heart tightened.
If an ordinary person said this, Edward would take it as a joke, but coming from Jason, Edward dared not treat it lightly.
Being able to walk unscathed through a battlefield alone, his perception had to be exceptionally outstanding, and in such perception naturally included so indescribable, inexplicable intuitions.
Unexplainable, yet undeniably real.
“To what extent?”
Edward asked cautiously while turning his gun towards a lower building next to the apartnt.
“Not too serious.”
Jason answered.
Although it wasn’t the worst response, Edward remained extrely vigilant.
“Bansey.”
Edward signaled with his hand.
Imdiately, the assault team split in two.
Edward led the original team to continue searching the apartnt.
Bansey took the rest to search the lower building.
This building was also an apartnt.
Older than its neighbor, its facilities were much more outdated, with a wooden structure, basic plumbing and electricity, much of which was exposed, clearly added onto the original building after the fact.
The apartnt manager, faced with Bansey and a group of ard officers, did not obstruct them and let them pass without hindrance.
After positioning two colleagues at the entrance, Bansey looked towards Jason.
Having experienced the events of the previous night, Bansey had co to deeply respect Jason.
And now, with Jason serving as a special operations consultant, it naturally fell to Bansey to seek his opinion in Edward’s absence.
However, Jason’s answer was sowhat unexpected to Bansey.
“The third room from the end, inside.”
“Second room on the left, second floor.”
Jason stated with precision.
Bansey was montarily taken aback.
But he quickly regained his composure and acted swiftly.
“First team, secure the stairwell.”
“Second team, to the second floor.”
“Third team, with .”
Bansey commanded and headed towards the room at the far end of the first floor.
Thump, thump-thump.
Bansey leaned against the wall, knocked on the door, and signaled to the apartnt manager.
“Mr. Barra, room service,”
the apartnt manager called.
But there was no sound from inside the door.
Bansey signaled again.
“Mr. Barra, room service,”
the manager repeated and then skillfully stepped aside.
Bansey turned and kicked the door.
Bang!
The door flew open.
Several guns pointed inside.
The room was small, the bed visible from the doorway, and next to the bed was the small door to the washroom, now open, with soone kneeling in front of the toilet, head buried inside.
Bansey lowered his gun and entered the room.
The floor was cluttered with empty bottles of alcohol, the sll perating the air. Bansey tiptoed cautiously towards the washroom.
The mont he entered the washroom, Bansey nearly threw up.
The toilet was used, not yet flushed.
And the deceased had ‘drowned’ in it.
“Is he Barra?”
Bansey asked.
“Judging by his clothes…probably,”
the apartnt manager sounded uncertain.
“Leave two people here, the rest co with ,”
Bansey directed and rushed towards the second floor.
In front of the second room on the left side of the second floor, the six mbers of the second team were stationed, shaking their heads to Bansey, indicating there was no movent inside the room.
This ti Bansey was more decisive.
He kicked the door.
Bang!
The door swung open.
However, the scene inside made Bansey frown.
The sa situation as downstairs.
‘Drowned’ in the toilet.
“Another serial killing?”
“Damn it.”
Bansey cursed under his breath.
He was almost driven to nervous breakdown by the serial cases that kept occurring in Newdeth City. The ‘Won’s Serial Disappearance Case’ was solved, but the ‘Nightti Ripper’ and the ‘Hanged Ones’ cases were not, and now there might be another, ‘People Drowned in Excrent and Urine’?
“Seal off the cri scene.”
Bansey said, turning to walk downstairs.
He pondered how to start investigating the current case.
Taking charge was sothing he was very good at.
But investigating?
He really was clueless.
And at this mont, Edward entered the apartnt with more people.
“How’s it going?”
Edward, who had found nothing in the adjacent apartnt, asked Bansey.
“Two people are dead.”
“One of them is almost confird to be a resident here.”
“The other one we need to wait for the apartnt manager to confirm.”
“And there’s…”
Bansey’s face involuntarily took on a strange expression.
“What else?”
Edward’s eyebrows had tensed upon hearing about the two deaths, and he imdiately urged Bansey to continue after noticing his hesitation.
“The other thing is that both of them were drowned in the toilet.”
“And the toilet was used, not flushed.”
Bansey imdiately answered.
“What?”
Even Edward was taken aback at this.
He looked at Bansey.
Bansey nodded again in confirmation.
“I’ll go see the scene.”
Edward began to examine the cri scene.
This process took about ten minutes.
Edward ca out holding his nose.
His eyebrows were furrowed even more tightly.
It was because he had found no clues, and also because of the stench.
The entire scene was ‘clean’!
The killer had not left a trace.
No signs of a struggle, nor footprints.
The victims’ belongings were all there, no signs of being tampered with.
“Revenge?”
Edward thought.
To drown soone in the toilet ant a deep hatred for the victim.
As he thought, Edward turned to look at Bansey, who was now taking a statent from the apartnt manager.
“The deceased on the first floor is Barra, can you confirm that?”
“I can.”
“He’s lived here for 6 weeks, I’m very familiar with him.”
“Especially since he had a large mole at the corner of his mouth.”
The apartnt manager nodded.
“And the one upstairs?”
Bansey asked.
“The person upstairs moved in a week ago.”
“He claid to be Damonda.”
“I’m not very familiar with him.”
The apartnt manager replied.
Bansey and the apartnt manager went back and forth asking and answering questions.
The other officers were questioning the other residents of the building.
Jason stood there, observing the apartnt manager.
About forty to fifty years old, with dark hair, receding hairline gone back quite a bit, of average build, with his hands exposed, no calluses on the back of his hands or at the base of his thumb.
Clean trouser legs, clean shoes.
Especially the leather shoes, which were polished to a reflective sheen.
“Sir, do you need anything?”
The apartnt manager, feeling uncomfortable being scrutinized by Jason, turned around after giving his statent and asked.
“No, nothing.”
Jason first shook his head.
Then, word by word, he said—
“Did you put the murder weapon in the drawer?”
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