Case 3

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There was a call late at night, by a traumatised old woman. The police force immediately attended to her trouble. Once they arrived and took a look at the scene, they immediately knew to call the detectives.

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Detective Kim was startled by the ringing of his phone. He reached out his arm to get his phone from the site table of his bed. He brought it to his ear:

"Yes?" he groaned.
"Detective Kim we need you right now! At
Gangnam Bridge!" yelled the police officer speaking to him.
"Ugh! Fine, don't yell at me!" he rapidly got the energy to yell back at him.
"Sorry, sir."

He dropped the call angrily and fussily put on his clothes. He hated to be woken up mid REM-sleep, it's hard for him to concentrate afterwards.
Eventually he was dressed and ready to leave. He rushed to the venue and saw something strange hanging from the bridge. He pulled over at where the police were set up but they were just staring at the figure over the railing, wondering how to retrieve it carefully.

Detective Kim took a closer look and immediately gasped. It was a hanging corpse with one of the legs of the victim tied around their neck and their arm as replacement. There was a board on their chest but he couldn't see the writing otherwise that would mean falling over into the ocean. He inhaled deeply and looked nervously around him, wondering what type of physcho comes up with this type of stuff.

"It's a serial killer!"someone came from behind him, making detective Kim shriek and bite his tongue.
"Argh, phu- you," he slurred as he kept his mouth open for air to comfort his tongue.
"Hahaha, you are really fun to mess with, Byeongkwan," laughed his partner, Detective Kang.
"You are just making my mood even worse! Why do I have to be associated with the likes of you?"
"Cause we are destined to hate each other," he laughed."
Byeongkwan sighed and asked," So you think this is the same killer from the last 2 cases?"
"Err, duh! The body parts are in places you wouldn't expect them to be, and there's a message on the corpse all the time."
"Okay."
Yuchan furrowed his eyebrows at his partner.
"Is okay all you can say?"
"What do you want from me? Leave me alone!" replied Byeongkwan quite rudely.
Yuchan held his heart and moved closer to the witness of the horrid scene.

The woman was sobbing a lot, terrified at what she had seen. She became scared for her life, believing the killer might come for her after reporting his crime. Yuchan saw she was in her seventies. He ached for her weak heart and mind.
Putting his arm out to hug her, she moved into his chest, crying even harder.

"We got the corpse!" yelled one of the officers.
Byeongkwan jogged towards the scene.
"Are you sure it's not a suicide?" asked another cop.
The other slapped him and said, "How would he manage tying the rope and also getting here?"
"With help from another person of course," answered Byeongkwan.
"But it would be easier for the other to just kill him since he's assisting anyway."
Byeongkwan just let him overthink and looked at the victim: it was a man, he was stark naked. His face was red with dried up blood. One of his eyes had popped out of the socket, and was covered in a few deep holes. His arm was stitched in the place where his leg meant to be.

Then Byeongkwan's eyes turned to the board hung around his neck. He noticed how much strain was being put on it, by the thick rope, his leg and the board. He had never seen anything as bad as this before in his whole line of work. The very first case from a week ago was the first time he'd seen something like this and he hoped to never see it again, but here he is. His main objective now was to catch this serial killer and execute him so nobody would have to come across this disgust.

𝗘𝗫𝗛𝗜𝗕𝗜𝗧 𝗫

A/N : thank you for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it. This is my first time writing a crime/murder story, so some parts might be mediocre. But otherwise I'm looking forward to making more chapters! I can assure you there will be many long chapters ahead!

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