Hunt Down Rose

Chapter 3: Deception

8:30 a.m., 30 minutes before I explain to her the details of my plans, a nice Thursday morning with the cold dead air could be felt freshly passing through the underground stones. Her arrival at exactly 9 should be expected since she is best known for coming early. Quite an exemplary for most of her colleagues but she seems to have her own world. Perhaps I could make use of her skills, interviewing some people in this case. 

Though I should take measures to her actions. I don't want to be involved in her doing for as much as possible. Sitting on my dental chair I started reading the folder that describes the list of things that I have inside this crypt. I began to check each room on how the dead has been living this place throughout the past decades. 

Fixing my medical equipment, aligning the scalpels on my shelves flasks of chemicals such as formalin, Muriatic acid, and a gauge of Nitrogen are stored within the extent of my cabinets for comfortable reach. Some of the people that went in here as early as 10 a.m. experience the extreme cold temperature from around 3 to 0 degrees Celsius. The walls here are adaptive to the roots from the former trees above ground. Some are still living and some are just a part of the decorative landscape. Smoke coming out of our lungs indicating the amount of coldness anyone can suffer. 

After a few minutes, I could hear the rustling of the old elevator from the entrance. Seeing her shadow from the light emitted by the ground floor, there she is well prepared with a jacket to help her survive the temperature. 

"Finally!" I shouted taking a short view behind my chair. My seat is currently turned around opposite to where the crypt door is facing.

"Where are you?"

"I am behind this dental chair," I replied to her 

"Can't you turn around for at least." she requested me tapping her shoe as if she is mad on my actions.

"I'm in the middle of something and I cannot be bothered."

"I presume it is a dental chair so you could turn around." Her tone is already reaching its peak. With the fact that this is a closed place, the sound echoes inside penetrating my ears.

"I don’t have enough time for that," I said to her crumpling a piece of paper from the folder I was holding earlier. 

Walking in front of me "How could you resist living in this isolated, damp, and dreadful place. Plus you can’t seem to listen on such a simple order?"

"Let's just say I've been in a lot of trials and adversities that I would not want to talk about. Right now you are also under my supervision so it’s necessary for you to obey me."

Giving her my ideas and right ups "You are here to listen, follow and give ideas. Not to interview me with such a peculiar approach on my workplace."

"You understand this type of handwriting don't you?" I asked her, at least trying to understand if she truly knows her craft.

"It is quite impressive that you managed to write all of these notes in just one night. But you are clumsy  not to write a new one." She said while removing her hands out of the blood marks.

"Whatever. What is important here is that I have stated the details on this case accurately. But most importantly, we have to dig deeper into this case."

"So you mean, we have to research, interrogate some people?"

"Precisely! Even if it means killing them, and it would be best if I could use some of your interviewing skills."

"Here we go again with your own approach..." I noticed a slight hint of remorse.

"It's not an everyday request from me so don’t worry about anything, except for the part that you'll be dealing with dangerous ruffians," I said to her walking towards the elevator wearing my moss green long sleeves while eating a candy bar along the way. Along with the long sleeves I am wearing only a pair of reinforced sandals and camo pants for our next destination.

"Ruffians?! You're kidding me right?" She said chasing me behind assuring if it is a joke.

Leaving the place, the noise coming from her mouth is quite devastating that even the corpses in this place could not bear. I should've never spoken a word involving dangerous acts for it may only destroy my concentration and my own ears. 

With a bit of murmuring and quiet complaining, we sounded the buzzer informing the people upstairs of our arrival. Pressing the alarm signaling the forensic squad and some police force along the way to prepare the things we need. Getting the warrant and for the release of Mr. Yun's mistress, I already solved the ideas behind the first part of the mystery.

Based on the report, the slice mark is one of the strongest slashes I've seen on my entire career as a swordsman. These marks are strong enough to make Mr. Yun's body remain its body's stiffness before falling on the ground. Plus, there is also a mark on the carpet marking the strength of the s***h. With that, it is possible that only a skilled swordsman or even much more could create such a destructive force to cleanly cut the ribs perfectly.

The burnt pacemaker is just another mismatch to the real happening that situated inside the mansion during that time. Probably, to ensure his death, they used his pacemaker as a ticking time bomb to finish the job further, not leaving a single breath of life. Checking the background of the mistress, she doesn’t seem to have any background on swords nor fencing or so. Her abilities when it comes to engineering are also on its average basis, making it impossible for her to orchestrate such a device. 

Her contacts were also searched to see if there were any calls or messages sent to suspicious recipients regarding the case, apparently none of them seem to be relevant. Only a few tournaments in golf and volleyball could be their only clue but it does not support the murder she committed. I already stated everything on a single call to the defense team since she will be judged on this day and having enough ideas and facts could help her of this one. As we left the building, the cars are ready along with the rest of the team.

With only a few minutes to spare, I had everyone assigned to their posts and me on my motorcycle. I'll be traveling there first for the sake of the inconvenience and traffic. Starting my engine and wearing my gears, I got my way through the road with my destination on Forbes, passing through highways and streets I could see the busy people making an everyday living but it is still not enough to continue the cycle that way. 

After a few glides and tricks, I reached the entrance gate of the private subdivision. I entered with a notice from the butler of the Mansion, with the guards opening the gates manually. I was guided by a patrolling car to the North West corner of the place towards a certain point of travel. The Mansion in the description is very obvious due to its location on top of a hill and the gate that leads to a winding path covered in grass and trees. 

Entering the gate once again I had a hard time going up because of the quick turns and the dense forest crawling around the paths. He really does prefer nature and conservation in this area as stated in his biography, inconveniently speaking that is.

(To be Continued)