“Chief, come quickly. I hear some shuffles from this side of the forest.”
“I do, too. Let’s go.”
Pushing past the thick forest branches, the Embalian Police squad rushed across the forest floor and the sticky puddles irritating their souls. The air was moist and wet, and it was the sound of the buzzings mixed with the smell of blood that made many feel sick with nausea.
Stomping across the fallen leaves, the chief of the police pushed a huge bush aside and immediately ordered his force to halt as he eyed a young man lying in the middle of an open meadow. The man seemed to be brutally clawed by an animal with his hands frozen in a manner that showed he had been trying to defend himself. Next to him was a young woman sitting perfectly fine. She was curled up into a ball and crying her heart out.
“Miss!” The chief ran towards her with a blanket, while the rest of the task force rushed towards the man.
This was one of the first Embalia killings.
The girl, who had been sitting next to the young man, would be present in all the other crime scenes, usually crying her heart out. She carried no weapons, no tools, except for a baseball bat, and the clawed victims were free of any finger marks.
It was one of the most blogging cases that required the best detective in Asia to intervene and solve the case.