Retribution
Lalka_Travilaf, 1 мая 2018 г., 10:25

If you're reading this, it means I'm dead...

I've been following the trail of a serial killer for months. Twelve mutilated children's corpses brought to the ears of the entire city police. All traces led to the former Manager of the orphanage. Perhaps, twelve-this only known us figure. 

In our office came a man - one of the parents of a torn boy, whose corpse was found recently in a city small river. My superiors assigned me to investigate because the other detectives were busy with their business. 

Disappearances of children are still on the list of top cases in the police force, but so far the police investigation has not yielded any results. I searched in the archive of the mountain of Affairs in the search for such precedents. One teacher of the orphanage fell under suspicion. He was accused of raping and murdering three young boys, but the prosecution didn't have enough evidence, only indirect evidence.

I found out today that my suspect hasn't been home in a week. The orphanage he worked at had been abandoned for months. That's where I decided to start my investigation.

And here I stand in a dark room. To enter the territory of the former orphanage was not for me easily. He wasn't guarded by anyone. On the street there is a heavy rain, but still quite light. According to my calculations, it will start to freeze in a couple of hours, and I have time to see everything here. 

Walking in the corridor, I noticed immediately the traces of the other person. Just in case told her where I was. A lantern, a fully charged cell phone, a pistol and a crowbar. A typical set of the detective-cat burglar.

There's the bell. Who could that be?The unfamiliar room. 

 I'm listening to you.

- yeah ............ 

 You're hard to hear. 

- yeah... Depart...

Hang up. I got to thinking. I don't think that's normal. Suddenly I heard a noise coming from somewhere above. Voices... Children's voice... Where? I went up to the second floor. All the noises stopped. The building had four floors. Pretty good for a former orphanage.

Studying the second floor, I noticed traces of fresh blood in one of the rooms. Just a little puddle of blood, nothing unusual. I climbed the stairs to the third floor. In the middle of the corridor was a box. I walked up and opened it. Inside there were dead Chicks. I counted, there were twelve. I was a little wary. After seeing the empty rooms on the floor, I moved higher. On the stairs I noticed that on the fourth floor of the entrance was barred by a massive wooden door, where was the blood drawn pentagram is an eerie sight. The door was locked on the barn lock, which I hacked with one movement of the mount. I went inside, and that's what I was looking for, though not in the quality I needed. Before me lay a mutilated corpse of a suspect. I examined him: stab wounds and lacerations all over his body. Apparently, the death was either blood loss or pain. He was cut in pieces. Br-R-R... I had a cold sweat. Apparently, the punishment was not long in coming. I wanted to turn back to the exit, but the door closed itself. How is that possible?

Sound of voices... They're coming. They're asking me to help!

***

- So, gentlemen, what do we have? - the police captain spoke to his colleagues.

- A man forty years old, brutally murdered in this very spot. Before he died, he suffered enough. Presumably, his killer is a private detective who's been watching him. We are now searched, but to no avail - reported to the Lieutenant in civilian clothes. 

The captain smoked a cigarette and went to the office. It was necessary to report to the higher authorities on disclosure of the case of twelve lost children.

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