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Hearing the fake deep voice Clara instantly recognized who it was and stopped struggling to get out of the grip. Instead, she acted as if she fainted because of the shock and fell over the person’s body.

The person became surprised at Clara’s sudden action and fell into her trap. She lost balance because of Clara’s sudden weight and lost her own balance and fell on the white snow along with Clara. She became terrified seeing Clara suddenly faint just like that.

“Oh no no, Clara, wake up. It's me, Riana, your big sister. I'm sorry for scaring you. Please, wake up.”

But Clara did even budge a little. She kept pretending unconscious.

Riana then checked Clara’s pulse and eyes to know what’s wrong with her. But then she noticed how Clara was trying to suppress her smile and understood that she was faking it all this time. Then an evil plan came to her mind and a smirk spread on her once a worried face.

“Oh no, what should I do? Oh I know, I have to bring out my secret weapon to cure Clara.” And saying that Riana began tickling and soon giggles and laughter filled up the silent street.

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Mr. Anderson went to the forensic department for the result of the investigation.

“So Dr. Aria, did you find anything?”

“It’s a serial killing, sir. And I’m sure the killer is a Doctor.”

“What do you mean?”

“The killer has great knowledge about the human body that even most doctors don’t have. And not just that, the killer also gives a detailed autopsy report inside the victim's dress. It’s like his killing signature.”

“GREAT, THE KILLER MADE OUR JOB EASIER AND NOW WE KNOW WHAT TO CALL HIM, DR. KILLER.” Mr. Anderson yelled in annoyance and with a little sarcasm.

Who would have thought that the person who is supposed to be saving lives is now taking them in such a cruel way? Not just that, he's even mocking the police by using autopsy results as his killing signature.

“Sir, here is the detailed report that you requested about his killing pattern.”

Said Dr. Aria handing Mr. Anderson a file.

“Thank you for your help Dr.”

“It's ok, it's my work anyway.” the Dr. smiled.

Mr. Anderson went to the small conference room with the report in hand that Dr. Aria gave him just a few moments ago. He turned the metal knock to open the wooden door of the small conference room and entered. There were already four people who were waiting for his arrival in the room. These four people were the ones he picked to form the special team for the serial murder case.

Jean, 30 years old. Dressed in an elegant yet casual blue and white outfit. The youngest of the team yet the most quick-witted person in the department. Quick to spot the points that most people would miss.

Kate, 37 years old. Dressed in an oversized black hoodie and navy blue ripped jeans. Her specialty lies in technology. A white-hat hacker with impressive hacking skills.

Stefan, 39 years old. Dressed in a casual white t-shirt and a sky blue shirt on top and black jeans. Also, has a unique watch on his right wrist. He is Mr. Anderson's old disciple who has cracked many important and difficult cases with him.

And last but not least Mr. Gray, the same age as Mr. Anderson, 44 years old. Dressed in a black suit. He always wears formal attire. His biggest rival and friend. He and Mr. Anderson were rivals since his first day here.

“Thank you for agreeing to be part of the team. This case is like the game changer of your career and life. Just as it can allow you to take you to a higher position in your career, aging it can make your career go into a total downfall. So I'm really glad that you agreed to join even though knowing the risks. Regardless of what happens, our life will not be the same after this.

“ said Mr. Anderson with a very serious face.

“And also, Gray, I'm very grateful for your help.”

“It's ok Anderson. I know we always had this rivalry between us but I think this is not the time for that. Now our top priority is to catch that serial killer no matter what.” said Mr. Gray with an assuring smile.

“Sir, “ Jean raised her hand. “May I ask where your current disobedient disciple is? I thought he would be the first one to join the team.” Jean shyly asked. She actually had a crush on Mr. Anderso’s current infamous disciple. And that is also one of her reasons to join the team.

Mr. Anderson sighed putting the index finger and thumb of his right hand on the bridge of his nose.

“That idiot is now doing rebel and took a vacation.”

“WHAT.!!!” They all said in unison.

“Yes. Anyways I think it's better that he's not here. He would just complicate things.”

They couldn't disagree with him. He does think too deeply and then complicates things. So maybe it's better that he is not here.

“So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims.

1. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people.
2. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country.
3. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January  2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.”

And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates a file containing all information about the victims.

They were looking at the files thoroughly while Mr. Anderson continued explaining the case.

“Secondly, about the killing style. The killer first kidnaps his victims and then tortures them until they die of starvation.”

“So it means that he doesn't actually kill them himself. He just tortures them and lets them die on their own!!!!” The youngest mumbled in a confused expression.

“But that doesn't change the fact that he is the killer. Because those men died because of him.

If it wasn't for him they wouldn't have died in the first place. He didn't kill them directly, he still killed them indirectly.” Said Stefan firmly who was sitting beside Jean.

“Anyways let's focus,” Kate spoke. She knew that letting Stefan speak for too long can be dangerous and might cause an argument.

Stefan is the type who speaks what is in mind directly and doesn't think about what others might think. So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary.

“Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.”

“So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?”

This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

“Well, I actually thought the same code name as the killer didn't give us one himself,” confessed Mr. Anderson.

“Of course, great minds think alike,” said Mr. Gray proudly, and everyone else in the room felt a little uncomfortable seeing Mr. Gray's sudden boasting.

“Ok …... and finally, the killer somehow transfers the dead body to the victim’s house in the victim’s funeral outfit. He even left the victims in their own room in a position as if they were simply sleeping. And even after doing all these no one ever saw the culprit. There's not a single witness.”

“What about all those security cameras? Didn't any of them catch anything, not a single lead?” Kate anxiously asked.

“No, and I believe they were hacked and that is why we need you, Kate.” Replied Mr. Anderson.”

“F-.....So then how do we even find a suspect? We can not just put every doctor on the suspect list.” Mr. Gray almost cursed out loud.

“That's why we, the best detectives, have to work together and find the culprit.” Mr. Anderson sighed. They didn't even start and yet some of them were losing it. This is gonna be a long investigation.

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Riana and Clara reached Riana’s house in the woods. Her house was literally in the middle of nowhere. At least in the radius of one kilometer around her house, there was nothing but trees. Why? Because she hates socializing. Her house was nothing too fancy. It was just an ordinary two storey house. Most of the ground floor was basically a garage where her red wine-colored car stood in silence. It's on the 1st-floor where her bedroom and other rooms are.

“So I held my ice pick on his throat and guess what he turned into a pussy cat. He didn't even dare to talk back and ran away with his tails behind the back.” Clara laughed in amusement as she recalled what had happened at the bar last night.

“Great, you stood up for yourself. But tell me one thing.” Riana’s expression turned all serious. “You didn't really think of killing him, did you?”

“No,” Clara said, avoiding Riana’s eyes.

“Claraaaa…..”

“Ok fine. I did think of shoving that ice pick through his neck….for a mere moment.” Clara was getting herself ready for the long lecture that was coming ahead but to her surprise the lecture was short.

“Clara, I know you were very angry and anxious. But please remember that you can not stain your beautiful hands with blood. Killing is wrong no matter what. So you can never do that.” Riana gave her a warm smile followed by a hug.

“Riana?” Suddenly a voice said.