When young policeman Leon and his best friend Lewiston stumble upon a very mysterious case. A woman was killed! There was a threatening letter as evidence which was linked to a series of murders. And they found out that this case was not one of a series of murders.

So...who is the murderer? Maybe...it could be you...

walkway of death

On a cold December night, a girl with long black hair, a high nose, and slender red lips A handsome man was walking on the balcony of her apartment.

“I hate this corridor,” she complained. The corridor is dirty and filthy. There are piles of garbage on both the left and right sides. Rotten smell makes you vomit Even though you've been here for a month, you still can't stand it. This walkway hasn't been cleaned in almost a year. There wasn't even a good light bulb on the ceiling.

“This is a cheap apartment. If I had money I moved a long time ago Sigh..." She sighed.

Then she picked up a flashlight and lit the path before slowly stepping into the pitch-black corridor. That made her see what made her vomit even more.

Soon, she saw a shadow lurking at the end of the balcony. She noticed that it was a large, unknown man. Because there were less than ten people living here. And she knows everyone.

She stopped walking in front of her room. Then turn to greet that person.

“Hello, are you new here?” she asked.

The man didn't say anything. Then I came to see you. She just noticed that he was wearing a robe, only his mouth could be seen.

He stopped walking in front of her. before smiling Her good mood disappeared and turned into fear. My body was still, my heart wanted to scream, but I couldn't. Her mouth could only open slightly.

“Remember this incident well...because it...will be your last…” he coldly whispered into her ear. Without any emotion

Her fear intensified. Seeing that the things in this man's hand shimmered brightly.

"Prepare to die..." He raised his hand. Before everything went quiet It was as if nothing had happened at all..

'Knock, knock, knock' came the sound of knocking on the door in front of the police chief's room.

“Come in!” Young Police Officer Leon Eddie said while keeping his head down. He is a skilled police officer who is difficult to capture. He is 178 centimeters tall, has gray eyes, has a high nose, and has sharp eyesight that has been used to kill many criminals. He is 30 years old.

A young policeman opened the door. He did not speak nonsense, but gave a report in a hurry.

“There is a case! It's a murder in front of the deceased's bedroom!” said the young policeman.

Leon raised his head.

“Sit,” he invited.

"thank you"

“Come on.”

“There is a case at a very cheap apartment on the north side of this city.”

“What are the details of the case?”

“The deceased is a woman. He was stabbed with a knife from the front outside the deceased's room.”

Leon looked suspicious.

“Just the details?” he asked.

“The deceased's name is Anlene Benna, fingerprint details not available. We are waiting for the results of the fingerprint test.”

“Um...the murderer probably wore gloves and wiped his fingerprints.”

“Yes, I assume so.”

"Um...let's go."

"Uh...Captain."

“Is there something wrong?”

“The director would like you to go look at the crime scene.”

“Um...ok.” The police chief closed the open account and started to get up.

“Chief.”

“What else...”

“Does the boss already know the location?”

Leon blushed.

Leon arrived at the scene within 20 minutes. He walked up and asked the police in front of the apartment who were guarding him. He noticed the name attached to it, it said 'Rolan Senner'.

“What level is the case, Senner?”

“Second floor.”

"thank"

He walked straight inside and was stopped.

Because the smell of decay was so strong and indescribable it made him want to vomit rather than walk in. Everywhere you look, there is garbage everywhere.

'The apartment is very cheap. Really a lot,' he thought.

He kept walking until he came across an old, worn-out staircase made of wood. Some steps were so rotted that the bottom could be seen. And if you would guess I guessed it right again. Because there is garbage in the corridor as well. This is clearly a garbage dump.

he walked up His hand pinched his nose as well. Soon, 4-5 police officers were seen surrounding the area that was thought to be the scene of the incident.

There were about 7-8 people who appeared to be residents surrounding it.

A policeman turned and walked towards him, waving in greeting.

He waved his hand in response. This guy was his friend.

'Lewiston Eller'

“You can come now. Leon,” Lewiston greeted under his mask even though he hadn't arrived yet.

“Is that a greeting?” Leon asked. This made Lewiston pause a bit.

“Just kidding! I haven't seen you in a long time, my friend,” Leon said before walking over and hugging Lewiston.

“Alright, we're not here to reminisce. we need you A good police chief."

"Um, do you have anything else to add?" Leon's face turned serious.

“Not at all as reported,” Lewiston said, walking ahead of Leon towards the scene.

“Er, Lewiston?” Leon asked, causing Lewiston to pause.

“What?”

“I saw you wearing a mask. You didn't even think about giving it to me?" Leon asked with a reproachful look in his eyes.

“Okay, are you satisfied with the mask now?” Lewiston asked.

"Hmm, satisfied. Can you take me to the scene of the accident?"

“Let's follow each other.”

They walked towards where the police were. The crowd is still as dense as before.

“Please give me directions. Please give me directions.” Lewiston tried to push his way through the crowd.

They can walk past. They were now in the front of the room and there was a dead body leaning against the wall in front of the door.

“The corpse was in this state from the beginning?” Leon asked.

“That's right.”

“Um, I guess it must have been moved around here a lot, right? You probably already know,” Leon said, pointing at a spot about a meter away from the wall.

“Um, yes.”

“Do you know the time of death yet?” Leon asked again.

“Not yet. The coroner has already come to take the samples needed.”

“Have you checked inside yet?” Leon asked further.

“Not yet, the corpse is covering it.”

“Um, that's it! Do you have a camera?”

“There is.”

“Please borrow it, take a detailed photo. The condition of the height of the corpse, the placement of the corpse. Please help me get a ruler to measure. Fill in all the details,” Leon said. After that they began to work in detail.

After about 15 minutes, they finished taking photos and gathering evidence.

“Alright, you guys come help move the corpse,” Leon turned to the other police.

They walked over and slowly moved the corpse out of the door.

“Lewiston, please come with me.”

“Um, okay,” Lewiston replied.

Leon opened the door and walked in. Lewiston followed.

“There's almost nothing in this room. Either she had no money or she had no taste, but it was definitely clean. There's so much difference from the outside,” Lewiston commented, looking around.

Leon didn't answer.

They entered a room with white walls and a white ceiling, devoid of style and any sign of liveliness. There was a TV in the room in front of an old but not too old single bed at the end of the room next to the window. The bathroom is at the entrance. There is a work desk and a wooden chair next to the TV. Leon guessed that she didn't have enough money to decorate the room.

Because in this room, if you don't know who the people are It would definitely not be possible to determine the gender of a person.

"wow! You probably installed the air conditioner yourself. Hmm... that makes sense.” Lewiston continued to evaluate the room.

Leon didn't care. Take a pair of gloves from the holster in your coat pocket and put them on.

He began to search her desk. On her table were five old books piled up in the right corner of the table. The middle drawer holds a few cosmetic items. The other drawers only have letters. with stationery only

"Hey! Good policeman, please wait.” Lewiston picked up some gloves and put them on. Then started searching in the bathroom.

Leon picked up the black letter. Inside there was black paper. The page said: 'Greetings from the Angel of Death' opened and he was shocked.

“Lewiston! Lewiston! Come here quickly!” Leon shouted, his eyes still focused on the black letter.

“What have you found?!” Lewiston hurriedly walked towards Leon. He looked at Leon for a while before his eyes looked at the thing in Leon's hand.

Lewiston stopped at that.

“Is this...a letter..threatening..” Lewiston hissed. Still in shock

The content of the letter reads:

'Hi Anlene, do you remember me? Probably not, but I sent you this letter to say hello to you. and came to warn her that You are facing death. Goodbye. Good luck.'

This won't startle him easily. If there were no pictures of the corpses of the women brutally murdered by the serial killer. That picture is a clear picture. None of the 11 people in the police database are looking for them. And one of those pictures was of two men wearing black robes. The swelling made them unable to guess the size of the two men's bodies.

Next to this picture was written the words 'Guess who?' In the lower right corner, there were drops of blood as decoration. In the lower left corner it is written: 'The angel of death will come to take your life. She must be taken away by God. I congratulate you.' Behind the message was a picture of a blood-stained knife. which is a characteristic knife The blood traces matched the knives used in previous serial murders.

“This is not normal,” Leon said.

After about 10 minutes, they regained their composure.

“Lewiston, take this as evidence,” Leon said, handing over an envelope. Lewiston put it in a clear envelope.

“Alright, have you interrogated the people here yet?”

“Not yet, waiting for you.”

‘Are you a police officer?’ Leon scolded in his heart.

“Who found the body?”

Lewiston took out a small notebook.

“Um...Mrs Wilson 'Meral Wilson',” Lewiston replied.

“Let's get out of this damn room and ask her.”

They came out of the room. But only police were found.

“Everyone must have gone back to their rooms,” Lewiston said.

“Let's go find the owner,” Leon said.

“He has been downstairs in this apartment since we found out there was a case. Follow him,” Lewiston said before leading Leon away.

The owner of the apartment was in a bedroom-sized room with an old door at the front.

They walked down an old, nearly broken staircase and met a skilled detective named

'Rollent Onne'

“Hello, skilled policeman.” Rollent walked over and greeted Leon. He was a young man as tall as Leon. green eyes Sharp demeanor Wearing a dark brown sweater and long pants. Age 26 years.

“Hello, great detective. This is my friend Lewiston Eller. This is Lewiston. This is the famous detective Rollent Onne,” Leon greeted.

“Good, Mr. Lewiston. Nice to meet you." Rollent shook Lewiston's hand.

"too"

After greeting each other, Leon invited Rollent to go see the apartment owner.

“I went looking for it. He said he hadn't taken care of him for a year. The rent was transferred to his account only. He also said that the deceased paid the full amount every time. And she has almost no enemies. She is very hospitable.”

“Um...is there a list of people who come to rent?” Leon asked.

“Yes, there is a man named 'Bunner Grover' who has recently come to stay,” Rollent said and took a piece of paper from his bag to give to Leon.

“Um...no one is that suspicious. But first, let's go find the person who found the corpse,” Leon said.

“I went to look for it. She said she was going to go look for her husband but ran into the deceased first and immediately called the police. He didn't even go in to touch or look closely. As soon as he saw the corpse, he immediately came downstairs and called the police. Finally, I tried to play with her on psychological words. I learned that the deceased died from a gunshot wound. Followed by another stabbing with a knife.

She acted shocked and said it was really cruel. And that makes me confident that she is innocent.”

“Um...what do you think? Who should I interrogate?” Leon turned to Lewiston and asked. But Lewiston could only shake his head.

“Who is there now? You know, Rollent.” Leon targeted Rollent instead.

“Everyone is there. Except for Mr. Bunner alone. He will be back in another hour.”

“Alright! In the meantime, let's wait for Mr. Bunny to interrogate the others first,” Leon said.

After that, they began to interrogate the others one by one, a total of 8 people (including the apartment owner), and it was determined that none of them were suspicious. They had their hopes set on Bunner. In order to close this case once and for all.

There were about fifteen minutes left before Bunner arrived.

“This is Rollent,” Leon called out to the young detective with a thoughtful expression.

"yes!?"

“How many days before the incident did Bunner come to live here?”

“About 3-4 days.”

Then Leon said

“I can close this case now. Lewiston, please help me with my things. It's a lie detector."

Soon after, Bunner arrived.

He walked in looking confused as there were police at the door. and noticed a faint light in the apartment owner's room.

He walked to the front of his room and unlocked the door.

and was shocked by the sight when there were three men in his room. With a machine that had a finger strap connected to some kind of measuring device on his desk.

“Who are you guys? Let's go." Bunner sweated. There is a symptom of peeling.

“I'm Leon and Lewiston are the police. And this is the famous detective Rollent. Onne,” said the man named Leon.

“We would like to interrogate you with this machine for a bit. Don't be alarmed. We won't hurt you,” Leon said.

“Uh..”

“What? Or do we have to charge you? Not cooperating with the officials.." Leon said.

“Okay..what do you do?” Bunner was calmer now.

“Okay, you just sit here and put this band on your finger, then we'll ask you. If you cooperate, the results will be accurate,” Leon said.

"Okay..I'm sitting here. I'm wearing this. Just ask. It'll be over soon."

Now Rollent was the one who asked.

“I'm going to ask you, just answer yes or no and that's it. First question...are you Bunner? Gilvy, right?”

“Yes, where?!”

Leon turned to look at the meter. Every line is normal, nothing has moved more violently.

“He's telling the truth,” Lewiston said quietly.

“Did you know there was a case here?”

“...I don't know...” But the results were abnormal.

“You lied,” Lewiston glared at Bunner.

"Uh..that's right! Someone told me."

“Next..is the name of the deceased Anlene Benna?”

“Yes” the results came out normal.

"I'd like to see my phone, please."

Bunner winced.

"I...I don't take my phone to work."

“So...how do you know..”

"Uh...someone called the work number."

“Um...next.”

“Finally..you killed her, right?”

Bunner was more startled than before.

"No...no." The result came out that he...

“You lied...we want to arrest you for murder,” Lewiston said in a calm voice.

After that, police broke into the room. And later found out that he was the person who had been dumped by Anlene Benna, which made him very resentful. and commit murder by starting other people as a series of cases and then kill her

They closed two cases in a row.

Leon walked out of the rotten apartment before being asked by the police guarding the front of the apartment.

“How do you know my name?”

“...You look down at your chest.”

Zener bowed and was startled.

Leon walked with a smile and walked out to get into the taxi out front.

He will remember this difficult case for a long time..