Riddles Murders Mga Nobela at Kwento

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.

"Mr. Randall, you're finally here. You have no idea what happened. Your wife brought her broke old dad to the site to cause trouble. "When he couldn't squeeze any money out of us, he lay on the ground and pretended to be dead just to scare me. My heart nearly gave out." Conner looked down and smoothed her wind-tousled hair. Then he looked toward me, or rather at the shape covered by a dirty tarp beside my feet. He walked over, stood beside the tarp, and glanced down. The tarp didn't fully cover the body, and one hand stuck out. A watch rested on that wrist. It was from the Patek Philippe Nautilus series, and only 50 pieces were ever produced worldwide.

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.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she swept a cold, mocking gaze over the crowd. "The Memory Decryptor is new, so some data corruption is to be expected. Maybe Wendy altered the memories in her final moments in a bid to drag Roland down with her. After all, she was even capable of killing her own in-laws." Another of Roland's subordinates rushed in, face pale. "Chief Turner! There's been another murder in the south district. The victim was gouged of flesh and had their bones severed. The method is identical to the previous cases." Roland staggered to his feet. When he saw me sitting lifeless in the chair, his entire body shook.

"I'm the one asking questions here." He remained silent. Belle was becoming agitated, and her chest was heaving with her every breath. She decided that his silence at such a question was equivalent to admitting to his actions. "You killed them, didn't you?" He frowned and stared at her. "Do you have any evidence for that?" She was furious. "I don't. But Henrietta was murdered after you reappeared. And now, every member of Ginger's family has been murdered. Is this really just a coincidence? What do you have to say for yourself?"

The head council announced. “The first case has to do with the rising issue of the arrival of the army of the dead. And the second….murder. A corpse was found in lake Zesteri, and there's a suspect, but the council has little evidence. Now we’d vote. Signify by raising your hands if you want the murder issue to be addressed first, and you can keep your hands down if you want the army of the dead issue to be addressed first.” The head council stated.

“The fishing line was tied around Clocky. The rolling alarm clock was given a few modifications, though. It didn’t ring and time was not needed to be set for the trick to work. All it needed was a push of a button that was linked to the Bluetooth mechanism found inside the device. The silent alarm would go off; the wheels would turn on; the trigger would be pulled; the bullet would be shot; the fishing line would slip off the trigger and will wrap around the body of the rolling clock… “That was the trick. That was how my Pops was murdered and how the fishing line that shot the bullet disappeared.” “Who’s the bad guy that used my Clocky, then?” asked Drace. I sat in a squat and ruffled her cu

MEGAN’S POV “The owner of the chain of clubs Cubes was found murdered in his club this morning. The police found a yellow rose next to his body just like they found one next to Mr Cole’s body yesterday. Now the question on everyone’s mind is, are we looking at a serial killer targeting businessmen? More on the story tomorrow.” I smiled watching the news and felt good. Finally, everything was good with the world. These people have not seen anything yet.

"Your problems are mine. It's never a burden. We're in this together." Grayson sighed, shaking his head. "I found out that the bullets were different that killed Ralph and Dima, so I doubt if the murders are related. The Chief of Police said that, although the murders weren't committed with the same gun, they could still be related. But it's doubtful." "Grayson, I'm so sorry—" "And then I come home to find out that my father and my wife are planning a ball!" Grayson looked at her accusingly. "Here a murderer is on the loose and you are throwing a party!"

I moved backward. "To continue pretending, my cousin was killed, and the SEER was murdered by one strike of a hard object that would not be used on a werewolf, at first he was strangled by a rope, which did not work out for the murderer so, he tried the strike with a formidable object." I gave a very dry laugh. "Would you keep denying that you don’t know any of these? Or you don’t know that the object you used was formidable?” I was looking at him and I narrated my investigation to him, he was looking lost and speechless, his eyes were fully gazing at me.