Manner Of Death の小説・ストーリー

The city woke the next morning to chaos. News headlines exploded with speculation. The celebration of new leadership was overshadowed by a single, haunting question: *Who killed Ethan Cross?* His body was taken for examination, and within days, the answer surfaced—poison. Not accidental. Not natural. Intentional. Lisha was left shattered. Confusion clung to her like a shadow. She replayed the night over and over, searching for something she had missed. He had been fine. He had been smiling. He had been alive.

“However way you found that out, make sure you don’t mention it to anyone. Understood?” “Yes sir.” “You too, GD.” When they were finalizing up their truce pact, the detectives were just about finished comparing answers. Two mains came up to face the grieving. Everyone tried to be as polite as they can be as they took the stage and reported the details of the case to their ears all. "The deceased is a miss Ana Esther Rodrigues...Forensic said that the cause of death was a blunt trauma to the back of her head..."

I demanded, becoming irritated. For a few moments we sat in silence, in a staring competition. I glared at him and he finally gave in and sighed. “There are a few ways. The most common way is to remove an essential organ, such as by beheading or tearing out someone’s heart or lungs. Simply injuring the organ doesn’t work, as werewolves can just heal. But removing it completely is a guarantee for death. Another common way is poisoning by wolfsbane. Our pack sometimes shoots darts filled with wolfsbane at enemies to get it into their bodies quickly. But you can also die from eating it or if it’s pushed into an open wound.”

I had learnt that his name was Marcus Devon; he had been born and raised in the countryside with both of his parents. It seemed simple enough, but everything changed when his mother had unexpectedly killed herself by stabbing herself in the ribcage it was oddly strange. People usually overdose on pills, hang themselves, drink poison, shoot themselves and stab themselves in the lower abdomen, but the rib cage was just odd. The reports said that she died on the spot immediately mostly because of the excessive bleeding. And ever since his mother's death Marcus has never been the same he has changed for the worst. I just hope that Chelsea stays away from him and his family.

Somewhere a priest practiced a new eulogy that would sound like the last five. The woman above sighed. “Do they know how?” “Just whispers,” the first man said eagerly. “Accident that wasn’t. A fall. A bullet that wandered. A heart too young to break on its own. Take your pick.” “God rest him,” she repeated again, rote.

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

I said and she raised her brows at me , "Why don't I like the sound of that" she said and immediately we heard the voice of a news caster on the television and she slowly turned to face the TV. "Mr Fredrick Mills popular Californian business tycoon , was found dead in his office at about 6pm this evening, the cause of his death was speculated to be a gunshot , as of now there isn't any suspect or confirmation of the cause of his death. But the police are doing their possible best to .... " I picked up the remote and turned off the TV immediately .

" I'm not a terrible person so I'll let you choose your mode of death" She looked at him with disgust, if murdering his fellow human didn't make him a terrible person, then what would? " So tell me, will you like to die by hanging, poisoning, stabbing, drowning, falling off a balcony, gun shot,....." He listed a lot of dying modes to her but all she did was sob.

Xiao Chen frowned and said lightly, "It seems that someone came here earlier than us." When they got closer, they saw that most of them died in the same way. All of them had a shallow bloodstain on their throats. Xiao Chen frowned. These people did not struggle or fight with others before they died, which showed that the murderer's method was very fast. The blood in the dead's throats was not much. This was somewhat similar to Yi Yeqiu's Fatal-thrust. From the way they died, this was not a battle, but an assassination. It was to the extent that the other party's methods were even more efficient than Hidden Fragrance Wafting Under the Moon.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.