Chan Murders Novels & Stories

Two months into the third year, he had almost paid back the loan in full, he had also begun to set up farms in Iowa, Minnesota, and Ohio. During the summer of the third year Daniel was vacationing with his girlfriend in Los Angeles, California, when he was murdered in the same fashion as the other victims, with his left big toe chopped off. Like the murders of the other victims, there was little to no evidence that can be used to trace his killer. The case ended up in the basement of the Los Angeles Police department, as one of the cold cases they had no plans of revisiting. Danny poured himself a cup of coffee, before opening the profile of the third victim.

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

My phone rang, but I ignored it and went in. Upon seeing me, Henry hung up and handed a case closure form to me. “I’ve found the murderer. Sign this.” I skimmed through the contents and felt my heart twist in pain. In the morning, Henry had promised to help me take revenge, but at this very moment, he was protecting the murderer and had just found a scapegoat to deceive me. “You’re saying that a terminal-stage cancer patient killed my father as a middle finger to society. Do you really think I’d believe that?”

It made for a tense atmosphere, and Kat didn't appreciate being put on edge. Calix wasn't helping, either. He'd been staring at the papyrus for approximately five minutes. "Um, is something wrong?" Kat prompted. "Nothing. Sorry." He cleared his throat. "Samuel Harlan, you have ordered your two friends to bind, injure, and incapacitate the helpers in this residence in exchange for the money you have taken from here. On top pf that, you have murdered the head of that family that lived here, Terrence Jeong. You killed him today at three in the afternoon, while you kept the rest of his family locked in a room. Do you affirm this?"

Since it displayed Nick as a total, raving lunatic, should he ever come out and talk about THEM, no one would ever believe him anyway. I turn my attention to the most recent string of murders, which will hopefully be the most useful in helping me figure out how to track down this sonofabitch. Thirteen people killed, so far. The first was Susan Baker. Twenty-one. Caucasian. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Five-foot-three. Her body was found, eviscerated, in the middle of Chester Park. Next was Adam Jackson. Forty-five. African-American. Six-foot-two. Found, also eviscerated, in an apartment complex dumpster.

"I still can’t believe that he is connected to you.” She doesn’t want to believe it either. Ahn Hana stares out of the window in the car. "I am sure that he didn't stop killing. He didn't make it obvious like the 36 murders. If he is connected to me, we have to look into how these murders are connected to me." ***

I wore my gloves and checked their pulse and as expected they are dead . The funny thing is that during each autopsy, no finger prints are found. Another proof that the killer isn't human at all.

Christian replied, “That makes sense. It’d be good if you can avoid this scandal. Well, stay safe and contact me if there’s anything.” “Right.” Merlin hung up and hurriedly packed his things before hurrying out of the building. As soon as he got into the car and was about to make his way to the Fox family manor, he received a push notification from the world’s largest video platform. The title shocked him. Thirteen murderers related to Homer in New York were executed by a mysterious force last night! He hurriedly clicked on the notification and was horrified to find that the other party had released many videos related to torture and murder. The protagonists of these videos were no longer Ho

Chaney advised. I already knew Demon wasn't a good person. He killed seventeen cops and he is still walking freely. He wasn't just dangerous. He was something else entirely. He's even a hemomaniac. He loves the sight of blood. While I, on the other hand, hate blood. We definitely don't click. "Will you still be staying with him?" Chaney asked suddenly. I forced a smile and nodded. "Why?" he pressed softly. "Didn't you hear all I just said about Bloodbath? I don't want him to hurt you."

"I told you it was her! Officers, why aren't you arresting her?" Leon finally "broke down". His eyes turned bloodshot. "Officers, I-I don't want to believe it… but the evidence is right there. My grandma raised me since I was a boy…" His voice cracked, and his shoulders trembled slightly. The onlookers in the hallway began throwing pitying glances his way. "That poor guy. His wife murdered his grandma." "Karma will catch up to her. A toxic woman like that deserves to rot in prison." The police officer turned back to me, his tone strictly professional. "Ms. Spencer, the evidence we have now is heavily stacked against you.