174 Platonic 2 (1/2)
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The young man indifferently opened his interface, reading his own stats as he replied, 'I didn't ask for any reward for that. In the first place, why did she even get angry?'
He rolled his eyes and started driving to where he would meet up with an acquaintance. After shaking off the unnecessary thoughts in his head, he asked the system,
'I didn't know that Simonne's already back to Alina. What did he want help with this time? Another murder case?'
With his brows furrowed, he told himself, 'Let's hope it's not something done by that woman's witchy clone. Otherwise, I can only say my sorry and condolences to them.'
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'It's really that witch's work, damn it.'
The young man now suspiciously wrapped up in an all-black get-up cursed as he took a glimpse at the pictures shown to him by his older acquaintance, Simonne Gomez.
The two met up in a fairly unpopulated cafe near the Western Alina Police Station, Friendlies, a humble business now neglected by its owner. It was already late afternoon, around 5:30 pm.
After checking and looking around, confirming that no eyes were directed toward their direction, Chris lowered his dark shades past down his nose, so he could clearly see the colors in the unsightly photos.
”Simply poisoned,” he concluded after a few seconds of studying the pictures laid out on the table.
”We know. Unfortunately, there's no clue who he met up with before his death. His wife also didn't know what happen prior.”
”He's naked.”
Impressively, no change appeared on the ever so cold handsome face of the police officer. As though he was merely reciting something eaten for breakfast, he replied. ”Yeah. And traces of his semen are found all over the bedroom. The victim could be simply jerking off when the one who poisoned him walked in and killed him. But he could also be having an affair, and his adultery partner was the one who did this to him. Unfortunately, this is no ground to narrow down the list of possible suspects to females. You should be aware that even two males in heat could do the deed.”
'Is it because they're both men that this man could say those things with a straight face? But what's with the latter part?'
He weirdly stared at Simonne, a few hairs on his back stood up when he saw the serious expression of the other.
Chris chanted a word in his mind to clear up the undesirable thoughts. Looking down to the images, he said, ”So, since you kept saying he's really killed and not accidentally or intentionally ingested the poison by himself, I can only assume that you people found somebody testifying against a suspicious individual.”
”Yeah. The receptionist claimed to have seen a person in a get-up more bundled up than what you're currently wearing.”
”But none whatsoever evidence is discovered on the crime scene?”
”Only the weird poison in his body.”
”Hmm? No fingerprints, footage, voice captures or anything?”
The other man shook his head, and he too, after.
What else was to be said?
He'd been regularly helping this policeman for three years at Jasper, and he had no problem with that. But only if he could help.
Now, how would he do that if the criminal, from all the clues gathered, was obviously an immoral host?
Unless it was a newbie who had yet to discover the system's services, it would be almost impossible to convict people like them.
Note, even he, a mere half-host, could now do wonders about his traces and items. Needless to say, those clones and official hosts. So again, how would he lend a hand to solve something seemingly done by a careful host... which was also most likely that witchy secondary host?
Thinking of that person, a frown almost appeared on his face.
He looked straight to the man's eyes and advised, ”If I were you, start looking now for wanted criminals or serial killers in the city who has a tendency to poison their victims.”
Dumbfounded at first, Simonne asked, ”You want me to find a scapegoat and put the charges on his head?”
”Suggesting, not wanting.” He clarified. ”It's an impossible case.”
'Unless you are superhuman, which you are not.'