Novel & Cerita Murder On The Orient Express

"Me, jealous? Have you forgotten what you told me in bed? You said Sabrina was boring and that you had nothing in common with her! You told me you only felt relaxed and excited when you were with me!" The two of them wrestled on the ground, exposing every filthy detail of their affair right out in the open. Dad and I watched this pathetic display with cold indifference, and neither of us felt the slightest ripple of emotion. Finally, Dad waved at his assistant, Clint Miller. "Gag them. They're too loud." The security team roughly slapped duct tape over Dallas' and Olivia's mouths, and the world finally went quiet. Soon, the paramedics carefully lifted me onto a stretcher and carried me towar

I looked so calm that it seemed as if I had just killed a bunch of chickens instead of the family that I had lived with for years. "Damon is a monster. How could he be so calm after committing a murder?" "He might be mentally ill. Mrs. Larson knew his secret, so he killed them all." "Who knows who he's going to kill next? We all know his secret now. Will he kill us too?" "Evil people like him should be shot to death at once!" There was an uproar in the livestream as everyone clamored for me to die. However, a forensic expert suddenly pushed the door open and walked in. His brow was tightly furrowed as he held a report in his hand.

“Okay. I see he has a propensity to disappear without a trace. Questionable comings and goings. Possible murders in which the victims may have been shot at close range after death. “So, how were they actually killed?” “Unknown. Their brains are usually blown out. In one case, a man was decapitated.” I fight a wave of nausea as I flip through the photos. And guilt. Because I should have researched this case deeper myself before I sent Dune. I guess I was too wrapped up in my personal research. “Does the organization actually know what they’re after here, or is it a mystery investigation?” “Unclear.” “Permission to terminate suspect if engaged?”

There was a sense of foreboding in her voice as she spoke over the phone, making it clear that the situation had escalated. Alexander's hands trembled slightly as he reached for the remote control and turned on the television. The news anchor's voice echoed through the room, and the screen displayed the headline of the hour: "High-Profile Murder Case Unfolds in London." The news segment offered a chilling account of the previous night's events. Dramatic music underlined the grim tone of the report, and images of the crime scene flashed across the screen. A cluster of police cars and flashing sirens created a stark tableau of chaos and crime. The reporters painted a vivid picture of the polic

In the echo of his words and the silence of the hall, it seemed as though science itself had retreated, cowering before a horror that medicine could not describe. "There's no way but to continue working and exerting even more effort. The case is incredibly complex and intricate." Detective Mohammed rose abruptly from his chair, his voice sharp and his face grim as he addressed Susan, who watched him warily. "Another priest has been murdered... in exactly the same way as Nabil." A heavy silence hung in the air before Mohammed strode resolutely toward the door, as if carrying the weight of a mystery that grew more sinister with each passing hour. Susan's voice broke the tension, filled with an

Anqing's face turned a little green, and said ruefully, "The point is that it's not Jingtian's fire, but that we smeared combustion oil outside Miss Ovis's office, which is murder." Linda Santas's face turned white for a moment, and the whole person was transfixed. Murder!

He smiled. Right at that moment, a news on the TV caught my attention. “Breaking News: Missing Moscow millionaire and alleged Crime Boss, Alessandro Vincent has been found dead this morning. The body of the now deceased fifty-two years old socialite was found hanging naked on a pole in the center of the City Square with the word “TRAITOR” carved into his forehead and his genitals mutilated. So far there is no clue on how he had ended up in this situation. The right authorities are now working to uncover the mystery behind this atrocity.”

“When we found him, he was dead.” Daniel cut me off. “In his own home. Murdered. “Time of death was around four yesterday afternoon. Before your company even left for the escape room. “The weapon was an axe. “And on the doorknob of his apartment, we recovered a fingerprint.” Daniel lifted a fingerprint comparison report. The red markings made my eyes ache. “After analysis, that fingerprint… belongs to you.”

I've had that feeling before and it's still fresh in my memory. “She went up to check on Lila,” I responded, striking a pose as I watched my claws grow longer until they reached their limits. My fangs stuck out of the corner of my mouth, ready to devour whoever would stand in my way. “We have a murderer in the building, maybe more than one. We're not sure.” I spoke with my voice steady and intentional. His brow shot up in a questioning manner. “Morinda was murdered.” His brow twitched as realization dawned on him, he understood the hidden meaning in my words.

Her hands tightened around the case files, the paper crumpling beneath her grip. Was Damian Voss a suspect? Or was he something worse? Evelyn leaned back in her chair, rubbing her head, the weight of the evidence pressing down on her. It wasn’t enough to make an arrest, but it all pointed in one direction—Damian Voss. Billionaire. Businessman. Untouchable. And somehow, connected to these murders. Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise—something shifting outside her window. Evelyn tensed, reaching for her gun. She lived on the fourth floor. No one should be out there.