Junko Furuta Body Found Novels & Stories

According to the autopsy, the victim is a girl between 21 and 26 years old, with no signs of sexual assault or robbery. "What's going on..." I trembled slightly, as I looked at the blurred image of the murdered girl, it felt like I knew her. [After an investigation, the police have identified the unfortunate victim. The victim's name is Rika Furude, 25 years old. She used to be a brand model for a cosmetics line in the DIZ conglomerate. Currently, the police are urgently investigating this gruesome murder.] "Rika... Rika... Rika..." I muttered the victim's name, suddenly remembering something.

The sound of the phone hitting the floor echoed. Sabrina froze, as if her soul had been drained from her body. Fortunately, the phone was durable. It bounced off the ground, turning the speakerphone on. The voice of the officer, Luca Smith, came through the line. "We found a male body in a reservoir in the east suburb. Given the age and clothing, there's a high probability that it's Mr. Gorman." Rowan stood there, stunned. Hendrix was dead?

Shizuka Fudo and Furukawa Yukito are working together. How funny. Fudo spoke. "Nine years ago, there was an accident in your clan's winter home. An avalanche that nearly killed you, unlocked your potential, and even killed someone. However, after that day, you stop pretending that she exists and even lied about how she died." Fudo said, his tone escalated into anger. Kazuha was shocked. "How did you know that?" "Dying of grief without showing her body isn't a good cover up so we investigated and thought that her death is quite strange. She was killed by your sonic scream." Yukito said.

Wondering what was causing the unrest in the air, she quickened her footsteps and pushed through the crowd until she got to the middle. Right in the middle of the crowd, two dead bodies lay on the ground. Both male, their clothes had been ripped to shreds and their faces were unrecognizable. Gripped tightly in the fist of one of the men was a tuft of silver fur. Amidst the loud voices of the crowd surrounding her, Kalista stared at the bodies, a look of horror spreading over her face. These bodies, they looked strangely familiar. That silver fur, was that... hers? Had she shifted and killed these men?

But when they got my death finally, they all fell into deep sorrow. When my body was discovered, it had already decomposed severely. After a month submerged in the river, I was bloated beyond recognition. On top of that, my entire body had been folded into a 20-inch suitcase. The skin of my face had adhered to my thighs, a bloody mess. But even in that state, my hand still clutched my phone, refusing to let go. Everyone at the scene felt a pang of bitterness in their hearts. Even my brother Damine, the pack forensic who had rushed to the scene after receiving the call, looked pained.

"—'a monster wearing a man's face.' She died in the institution two years later. Never recovered." "Jesus." "Tokyo. 2015. Dr. Yuki Tanaka." Another photo. Another beautiful, strong woman. "Surgeon. Brilliant. Had an affair with Kang. One year later—suicide. Jumped from her apartment." I stared at the photos. At the pattern forming. "They all look—" "Like Amara. Yes." Dimitri pulled up more files. "I found six more. Same pattern. Same type. All connected to Kang. All ending badly."

“What?” Charlotte sighs like she’s tired of pretending. “May as well get it over with. I know you’re going to run straight back and tell the entire club anyway.” I glance at Echo, waiting for him to explain, and he finally does. “A few years ago, we had an issue with a member, Jacko” he says. I remember him. “Things went south. Ghost went to deal with it. Only when he got there, the body was already gone. A day later, we got a message. No signature. Just a location and a code. Inside a safety deposit box was everything we needed, proof of his crimes. Cleaned up so tightly there wasn’t even a trace of blood left behind.”

" Nyra pointed out. "Why don't we try to locate him instead?" she added, looking expectantly at Elias. Before any of us could say anything, Beta Jeriah walked in, sweating, trying to catch his breath. He handed Kai his phone and gave me a khaki bag. Inside was what seemed like Carter's torn trouser soaked in blood and partially burnt, the scent of pine almost palpable. On the phone was a picture of a body, burnt beyond recognition. "These were found on the south of Alpha Thorne's pack. He believes that the body, though unrecognisable, is Carter's." The moment he said that, Nyra let out an earth-shattering scream, collapsing on the floor. After all, Carter was her friend.

I squatted and reached into his pockets patting him down, Dario and Gavin passed me and headed further into the building. I found a cellphone in his pocket but it was locked and needed to be opened through Face ID or a password. I held the phone over his face but it didn't work. I kept searching and found Aurelia's wedding ring in his palm. I removed it and kept it in my pocket. "We've found another dead body," Dario called out and I jumped to my feet, " It seemed he was the first one to die, there's also some rope, this must be where Aurelia was kept. Well, she's not here so that's good, she's still alive."

The only person who knew about this was Nobunaga. She heaved a deep sigh of sadness. Jonas is dead. Two days after they meet Dankworth, Jonas's body was found San Carlos Catholic Cemetery, last Friday. Some witness said, his corpse was lying cold above his father's grave along with a bottle of muriatic acid on the grass beside his body. Police easily conclude that it was suicide which was justified by the forensic later on after the autopsy of his body. His family also a found a suicide note in Jonas's study table that explains his involvement with gangs and being a victim of bullying.