MidReal Story
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Scenario: 1
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I’m a detective in the small town of Willow Creek.
The murder of Mr.
Johnson, a beloved resident, has shocked Willow Creek to the core.
Mr.
Johnson had been found by his daughter, Sarah Johnson, when she came to his house to check up on him.
He was lying dead in a pool of blood in his living room.
His body was mutilated, with symbols of violence carved onto his skin.
It was a brutal crime scene and one that left everyone in town devastated.
The victim, Mr.
Johnson, lay motionless on the floor of his living room.
Blood pooled around his body in a vicious and violent way.
I bent my knees and squatted beside him.
He was obviously dead, and there was no need to check his pulse.
I had seen countless murder cases throughout my time as a detective in Willow Creek, but I never got used to the sight of blood and death.
My hands held a pair of transparent plastic gloves and a note pad with a pen clipped onto it.
I suppressed the urge to vomit as I took a deep breath before putting on the gloves.
The body was only a few feet away from me, and the coppery smell of blood filled my mouth, making me nauseous.
The victim’s body had been badly mutilated, and what appeared to be symbols had been carved onto his skin.
Victims of these kinds of murders usually suffered immensely before their deaths as their killers tried to extract information from them.
Or they were simply tortured by the murderers for fun.
But this time… I shook my head at the thought of the brutal scene I had just witnessed.
The living room in front of me wasn’t unfamiliar to me; it was neat and clean with everything placed in an orderly fashion.
But now, it looked like a room from a thriller movie instead of a cozy home where someone had once lived happily with their family.
When the forensic team arrived, I stood up slowly and pulled off my gloves with a grim expression on my face.
The forensic team exchanged a few words with me before I nodded at them and walked out of the house.
I couldn’t bear to stay inside for another second.
I needed fresh air to drive away the nausea I felt in my stomach right now.
The sky was overcast, and dark clouds drifted slowly across the sky.
Willow Creek had always been a peaceful town, and the tranquility was something that the residents took pride in.
But now…
I clenched my fists tightly at my sides before turning around to look at the house one more time.
I could see the outline of the yellow tape through the window and knew that the forensic team was still working inside to collect more evidence.
As I stepped into the house again, I saw Sarah Johnson standing where she had been just now, staring blankly at the floor without any noticeable expression on her face.
“Sarah,” I called out to her softly as I approached her slowly.
It’s okay now.”
She looked up and glanced at me, her red hair shining under the dim light, and her eyes were filled with tears and confusion.
I’m so sorry, Sarah.” I paused for a moment before gently saying, “We’ll do everything we can to find the killer, okay?You have my word.”
Sarah nodded blankly, and her expression turned even more pale than before as she gazed back at the house in silence.
The Johnsons were always nice people who never got into trouble with the police, and they were well liked by everyone in Willow Creek.
It would be hard for me to forget the first time I received an emergency call about the brutal murder of Mr.
Johnson, who had been found by Sarah when she came to his house to check on him after he stopped answering his phone.
“Emma, is that you?”
A deep voice called out to me from behind, causing me to turn around in surprise and see Jack Roberts walking toward me with his hands in his pockets.
Jack, what are you doing here?”
I asked as I approached him and saw him standing under the dim light of a lamp post, looking dapper and handsome as always with his tall figure and charming smile.
“Sarah called me, so I came over,” Jack said as he gestured toward Sarah, who was standing not far away from us and staring at the floor in a daze.
Her red hair was pulled back into a mess and her eyes were red and swollen from crying, making her look like a frightened little bird.
I feel sorry for her father’s death.”
I nodded before taking one step toward Sarah and patting her gently on her shoulder.
“Sarah, don’t worry.I’ll ask Jack to take you home now and help you take care of everything, okay?”
Sarah nodded and looked up at me in silence before walking toward Jack slowly while looking down at her feet.
She then raised her head to look at Jack, who opened his arms wide and said softly, “Come here.”
Sarah immediately threw herself into Jack’s embrace like a child before wrapping her arms around his waist tightly and burying her face in his chest while crying loudly, “Jack…”
Jack patted her gently on the back to comfort her before looking up at me with a grim expression on his face and saying softly, “Don’t worry.I’ll take care of her.”
I nodded and watched as Jack led Sarah to his car before driving away from the crime scene together, leaving me alone in the dark with the sound of the evening wind whistling in my ears.
Jack Roberts was my best friend when I was in high school, and we knew each other like the backs of our hands because we played together almost every day after school.
But our lives took different paths after we graduated from high school; he went to college to study journalism and left Willow Creek, while I chose to stay here to become a detective in the Willow Creek Police Department instead.
