Novel & Cerita Chan Murders

I just cannot ignore them. But I cannot even accuse Hades for staring at me like that. I have read that they avoid eye contact but as they like manipulating others, they use their psychotic stare to manipulate the person or to scare them. Once we reach the lobby, I look up at the TV. The news is being shown on the screen. “Wait a moment.” I tell him, without looking at him. I focus on the screen and read the headline. Another murder. I had to focus more. They show that another man of the city was brutally murdered. His body was found in some street. And after investigation, the report came out that the killer had stabbed his chest with a knife about twenty times. The man’s thumb was also cho

Chapter 71: Pumps And Circumstances Casey's Bedroom, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... A low groan escaped Rick Channon's harsh pale lips as he shoved his hips forward driving his impressive cock into the tightness of Casey Peterson's smaller body as he pinned the younger lad along his mattress pumping into him at a frenzied pace as he did his best to ignore the pain from having relieved the trauma of his family being murdered by way of memory. He saw the faces of his younger siblings, Matt and Marie splattered with blood in their collective beds as their room was sprayed with bullets. His mother's neck had been broken despite having been shot due to her having fallen down th

Hunter was having cold feet and without all three of us agreeing to do this, we would hardly proceed. "It's just to fish out the killer," we wouldn't say it to each other but we knew we were ashamed to even admit that none of our mates had died natural deaths. It wasn't until the third- Rebecca, that we got to know that they were murdered. Even worse, right under our noses. The humiliation shattered us and affected us in different ways. It was evident in the bags under Hunter's eyes. He could hardly sleep. Not after what happened with Kate. "If there's one thing we know about this killer, it's that it only strikes on Dad's death anniversary," I explained. "That gives us enough time to prepar

Let the Old Bigot complain about the noise when everyone in their neighborhood was outside enjoying themselves while she sat in her living room and choked on her own bile. Alex knew that he should probably show some compassion for her, given the circumstances of the previous day, but somehow he just couldn’t dredge it up for a person like her. By eleven thirty he’d found no violent crime from 1984 except that of Joe diMucci. He thought there were plenty of similarities—the removal of body parts for one, though the girls had been beheaded and dismembered, and diMucci had his heart removed. He was fairly certain that the type of wound was similar, but he’d have to compare the photos of diMucci

Harriman, a San Francisco court judge, repeatedly took bribes, sentenced innocent people to prison, and caused many wrongful convictions. Morse, one of the gut-cutters, gang-raped 17 people, including three minors and one boy, and murdered eight people. Barzel, one of the gut-cutters, raped 11 people and murdered 34 people. Rainer, a member of the gut-cutters, gang-raped 14 people, including 5 minors and 3 boys, and murdered 4 people.

"Then who is it?" "We're still working on that." Captain Colson flipped to the next photo. "This is from the night Fred died. Same figure, around the same time." "What about when John was killed?" "There's no footage for that because he died at home. But we did find something else." Captain Colson produced a report. "The murder weapons in all three cases were different, but there's still one thing in common—the killer knew each victim's daily habits extremely well." "What does that mean?"

A number of the police officers and crime scene investigators met our eyes, nodding and looking solemn, as we passed through the lobby. “H.H. Holmes was a serial killer in the late nineteenth century,” I explained as we made our way into an elevator. “His body count isn’t really known, but he killed a lot and set himself up in what was called ‘murder castle’ in Chicago with secret hallways and trap doors so he could kill people in elaborate ways.” “Sounds horrific.” “Some of it may be more sensationalism than history, but even only what they could confirmed is terrifying. I never thought I’d get caught up in something like it.”

“Guys—focus. Listen. There were no signs of entry, all windows and doors were locked from the inside.” “Could just be a clean murder,” William offered with a shrug. “Or a clever serial killer,” I added. “Either way, not exactly our wheelhouse,” William said. “It might be,” Alexandra said, opening Anthony’s journal. “Check this out. He documented three nearly identical murders in that same area. 1914, 1951, and 1968. All with the same pattern—slit throats, no signs of entry, houses locked tight. There’s just enough time between them that nobody made the connection—except Anthony. He noted that he was keeping an eye out for a fourth.”

Stephen explained a bit. "Ohhh that's why everyone was tense when I first entered the office. And Max left the office when I had the finger cut". Callum exclaimed and Max nodded. "Yes. Among all of us, Max has the least tendency of blood tolerance. Because he still prefers Human blood unlike us. And mostly unlike me. Because I don’t feed on human blood. Like only once or twice. Otherwise I am happy to be a lion hunter". Stephen smiled. "So that wasn't the Red Cherry Wine you were drinking". Callum thought for a while and then his eyes were wide again. Stephen looked at him and laughed out loud.

Then, I continued to talk. “The story is all about two young women who accidentally killed their teacher because he tried to abuse them. They erased all the evidence that will connect them to their crime, and they buried the corpse of their teacher underneath their school garden. Mantus Taylor wrote ten rules to be a murderer in the prologue of the novel.” I said to them, “Rule number one; accuse someone of the crime you did, rule number two; be a liar, rule number three; be smart, rule number four; choose an appropriate weapon, and rule number five; create a strong alibi. Those are the primary rules to be a better murderer,” I explained.