Speaker Knockerz Death Cause Novels & Stories

Shannon walked over and stood in front of the desk, her hands crossed in front of her. “We found out. The doctor’s conclusion was that the man died of heart disease. According to the information I got from the local police, the man had a congenital heart condition and was supposed to carry medication with him. But I watched the video—Mr. Green didn’t find any medicine on him, so he had to start emergency treatment. Indya has already started deploying PR teams.” After a moment of silence, Jessica turned around, her expression dark.

The officer’s expression was grim. Zachary immediately stopped in his tracks, his face turning ice-cold. Nick had only just decided to see him, and now he was dead? The timing was far too perfect. “How did he die?” Zachary asked quietly. “Poison. A high concentration of lidocaine,” the officer said heavily. Zachary’s heart jolted. David Sanders had died from lidocaine. Olivia had also died from lidocaine. And now there was Nick Paterson.

Mrs Sanchez asked and they nodded. "I got an opportunity to examine the corpse and I sensed something wrong, he had red rashes around his neck, I told my husband about it, we carried out our research and turns out the Prime Minister didn't die naturally, he was injected with Cemptrofin which induces heart attack, we tried to tell the James Wilson..." "Who's James Wilson?" Dad asked. "Director of the National hospital" Mr Sanchez replied and Dad nodded.

I noticed something odd—a faint siren underneath the broadcast—but it never seemed to fade. One report blamed drugs. Another called it an animal attack. A third mentioned neurological episodes—people turning violent, causing public disturbances. Some witnesses claimed they’d seen the attackers eating others nearby. Another report flashed, saying a dead person was brought to the morgue for forensic examination. A man was interviewed not long after. They said he was a spokesperson for some hospital—the name was too long to remember. He said, “It’s not drugs; it’s not a mauling. This is just another criminal case. The person died from bullets. The police killed him, and now they’re blaming it o

Police cars and ambulances filled the open space at the entrance. Sia was dead. The absurd part was that it was declared an accident. She had fallen and bitten through her tongue, which triggered a neurogenic shock that led to her death. A notification popped up when she died. My phone screen lit up with a notification from an online shop. [Satanic Shop: Hello, dear. We recommend the following products for you. Please make a purchase if interested.] Following the message was a product description and warnings.

She snapped making my jaw clench hard I wasn't at home anyway so that shouldn't be a problem but for her to let me be, I needed to tell her something that would keep her still "Listen, just like I told you, I've seen to everything concerning Dad and I don't want us to have this conversation over the phone but yes all your suspicious are right, Dad was killed by Doctor Arlan, and the doctor was not an exception himself, he was threatened to do so and he got killed too, "Oh my goodness, Ka...Kaden, what...what did you just say?" She whispered, her voice already cracking "I know...know the person who was behind all of it, I...,"

I told him before he could ask. “Shit,” He muttered, looking agitated. But I knew, and I believed, I was going to put it back on her because she wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be. She just had to live. She just had to. “Forensics would say it’s a smear,” Knox said quietly. “It’s not a spill.” His efforts to lessen my grief wasted. It didn’t work. My pulse thudded so loudly I thought it would burst out of my ears. Both of my hands went through my hair. The headache was circulating so fast now. Fast developing into a tight migraine.

Just when I wanted to respond, he leaned in slowly, taking my lips and kissed me like he was sealing his words with a kiss but then the moment came to a stop when my phone rang. “I think I need to pick that call,” I mumbled against his mouth. He released me and I reached for my phone. “Hello ma'am, this is to inform you that Old Zenor had just passed away a few minutes ago,” the caller, who I assumed to be Old Zenor's secretary, said. My gaze darted across the room where Jaden stood, he caught my gaze, asking what was wrong but I was too shocked to break it to him

“This case just got very, very interesting and political.” He squinted. “That’s Kael’s symbol, right? The guy who owns like half the city?” “Yep.” “He’s not gonna like you poking around his circle.” I sipped the coffee, smiling mischievously. “Good, all more reason to do so.” I said. “Let’s poke harder.” By noon, the coroner’s report was ready. We quickly drove there. Official cause of death: 1. Exsanguination due to deep lacerations.