Some Things Can't Be Solved With Just Clues

Chapter 1: The Flippin' Murder

***This story was written, edited, and illustrated by 5 people. If the writing style changes or goes into strange format or the wrong POV, that is why.

***Any inaccuracies regarding the hospital part is to be expected because we don't know crap about that stuff. (Comes later)

(You, the reader, see the world, or this novel, in the investigaytor's eyes.)
With this, please enjoy!
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It's hard work being an investigator. In fact, all of the time focused on murders and such could easily be used for something more better, like jacking off for instance. It was quite late - or quite early, honestly, I'm not sure - and I had spent hours and hours analyzing the notes I had taken for a murder that involved my niece named Jin. Just Jin. I've been stressed for months, unable to concentrate.

The coffee in my mug labeled smol dong had grown cold. I had only realized that when I had taken a sip, disgusted by the brown, silky liquid.

I check the time on my blazing red clock. 4:20 AM.

Out of the blue, my phone starts ringing. Another call has come in. No, not for a confirmation of my pizza order, although I really wanted it. Meat lover was my favorite type of pizza, oozing, gooey cheese smothered on a delicious tangy tomato sauce topped off with God know's what animal it is. It wasn't as peaceful as I described, not as spicy, not as encouraging, not as tasty. It was a call...

A call claiming a body had been discovered.

I rush to gather my fancy notepad, pen, walkie talkie, all the usual shit that investigators should probably bring. I would usually bring my partner as well, but he decided to go out for a night shift and search the city for any elusive drug dealers. He should've hit me up instead of going on it alone. However, duty calls - I quickly grab my car keys and drive to the destination, 666 Devil's Street, in front of SexUUp Hotel.

I arrive.

It was intoxicating. No, not the body. There was a unique smell combined with the smell of iron. It was kind of like... a flower of some kind, but a poisonous flower if anything. Sweet, but has a poison - like smell to it, to put it simply.

I glance around just to see the big picture of everything, the body, the street, the police cars... Nothing out of the ordinary, yet. I decide to talk to the officers first. As I approach the officers, I spot my partner, Connor Wigga, leaning against his Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing. He is an Eurasian man, in his mid twenties, and stands at 6'2. He wears a beige fedora, covering his hair, but little wisps of black hair are sticking out. His stubble is decorated with bits of a ham and cheese omelet, from his lunch. Being in his mid twenties, he is of athletic build. His arms bulge with muscles, but he's also a skinny dude. Connor wears a black suit, with a crisp black dress shirt.

"Oh, hey man." I say monotonously, trying to cover up the fact I'd been thinking about his 'muscles.' As soon as he turns around to face me, I take my eyes off of his áss as fast as lightning.

"Sup bro, how's the investigation going?"

"Well, I just got here, so I didn't really start yet... " I say, pretending like I wasn't just checking him out.

"I see, so did you hear the new Drak-"

"Con-kun, no." I interrupt him. "How'd you get here earlier than me? I was just around the block."

"I was on my night shift, my dude. Nothing was really happening and I got hungry, so I went to eat at the local soup place just two buildings away from the hotel. I basically ran like a ninja all the way here when I heard the call."