So hey friends, I am back after almost two months to share a GOOD news with you. Finally I am totally recovered from COVID- 19 and now I am back to eat your heads once again. The month of September was totally a dark month for me, but I am happy that it's all over now. So no more bakbak and welcome to the story once again. Thanks to all of you who had waited for this story with patience.
WARNING: This chapter may contain some disturbing elements for some of you, so moral polices please stay away.
NOW HAVE A HAPPY READING...
A fair girl with big black eyes and a long ponytail behind her head was smiling towards him. Abhijeet kept staring towards her with big eyes for some moments and then exclaimed in a real happy tone...
Abhijeet: arey Purvi tum! Tumne phir se join kiya hain? Kab?
Purvi(with a big smile): haan... karna hi pada sir... ACP sir khud aaye the mere pass... unhone itna request kiya, main mana nahin kar payi... ek hapte pehle hi join kiya hain maine... aur aaj aapko wapas yahan dekhke bohot accha laga... dekhna hum sab ek baar phir se CID Mumbai ko uske sunheri dino mein wapas le jayenge... bilkul pehle jaise...
Abhijeet could not smile broadly now. Nothing was like previous days now, he knew. It was not possible to decorate the things beautifully which had been broken from inside. It was impossible to return to those golden days. He remained silent for some moments and then asked in silent tone...
Abhijeet: waise Abhiansh dikh nahin raha hain... aaya nahin ab tak?
But now Purvi's reaction was like bolt from a blue. She remained staring towards Abhijeet for some moments and then said in shocked tone...
Purvi: aapko waqai nahin maloom Abhiansh sir ke bare mein? Ab to unke saath CID Mumbai ka koi nata nahin hain... Daya sir ne to bohot pehle hi unhe terminate kar diya hain... meri join se pehle hi...
Abhijeet really had not expected this. Daya did not has any relationship left with Abhiansh? The person who used to rule CID Mumbai Bureau indirectly, did not has any contact with them? Daya terminated him without thinking about his childhood friendship and all? How could he act such impractical? Not only that, but ACP sir had persuaded Purvi to join again! He could not match the previous Daya with what he heard just now! Was Gayatri aunty right? Had Daya really realized his mistake? But as these questions clouded in his mind, Abhijeet made himself more firm. He did not care anymore whether anyone changed or remained same. He was appointed here temporarily now. He should concentrate on the case only. The way he had been insulted by Daya and the whole CID team, could never be rectified with all these stupid attempts of atonement. He had nothing to think about this team anymore.
Seeing Abhijeet silent, Purvi slightly pressed his arm with a soft "Abhijeet sir" which brought Abhijeet out of his trance. He did not say anything to her, but just sat down in his chair, which he could easily understood, had remained empty since he left. He opened the case file and started to take down notes.
There are 22 murders till now, starting from Zayn Chaturvedi and ending with Evan Alves.
All the murders have been done with the help of any sharp weapon with sharp blade, thrashed deeply inside the chest, directly in the heart. Murder Weapon has not been rescued till now. According to the Forensic Report, it may be something like Marine Hunting Tactical Military Combat Survival Knife with blade length of 7 inches. (approx)
Each corpse contain huge amount of torture marks on them, pre death injuries. Brutal abuse had been done with rusty nails, acid, pointed weapons. Rope signs had been found on each and every corpse. Also, a ruthless sexual torture had been done with each victim, before death.
There is a notable absence of female in the list of the victims. Each and every victim is male.
Each and every corpse has been discovered near any police station.
The murders, despite being done by stabbing at heart directly, is surprisingly bloodless which indicates that murder spot is situated elsewhere.
Presence of countdown before murder. Countdown starts from 10 to 0. The murder is done as soon as the number reaches 0.
Questions:
Motive of the murders.
Name of the murder weapon.
Where is the actual murder spot?
Sexual torture before murder... is the killer has homosexual tendencies?
The process of selection of the victims.
Why police station is selected as the dumping place? Is the killer has any enmity with the police? Is he a historyshitter?
Abhijeet had written down till this, when he felt a hand over his shoulder. He jerked badly as he could easily recognize that touch, which made his jaw hard automatically. He just looked upwards and found the person, whom he had expected, was standing near him.
Seeing the hard gaze, Daya slowly moved away his hand from Abhijeet's shoulder and said in a low tone...
Daya: Abhi... Abhijeet... woh actually lunch time ho gaya hain... tum subah se kaam kar rahe ho... chalo cafeteria se lunch karke aate hain... baki ke kaam aake ker lena...
Abhijeet kept staring towards him for some moments, silently. Daya was calling him for lunch. Daya? The same Daya who used to ignore him after Abhiansh's arrival? The same Daya for whom he used to wait to have dinner together, only to hear that he had eaten already with his friend? The same Daya who had forgotten his birthday? The same Daya who had insulted him in public on his own birthday? How could he forget those days? The dark days of pain, hurt, loneliness and melancholy? No... he could not. He had made himself strong after a long effort and he would never allow this man to break him again. He took a breath and said in a calm tone...
Abhijeet: nahin...
For a moment, perhaps, Daya had forgotten that this man, who was sitting in front of him, was not his Abhijeet anymore. Everything had changed, so had they. He just grabbed Abhijeet's arm and said in soft tone...
Daya: kyun nahin? Chalo na yaar lunch kar lete hain...
In response, Abhijeet jerked away his arm from Daya's grip who just remained spell bound with this reaction. Abhijeet stood up from his chair and shouted...
Abhijeet: main keh raha hoon na nahin jana hain mujhe? Phir bhi kyun peeche pade ho tum? Nahin chahiye mujhe yeh sab dikhava... maloom hain mujhe kya jagah hain mere liye is team mein... (in moist tone)... main anath hoon... mere pass maa nahin hain... papa bhi nahin hain... sage sambandhi rishtedaar wagera koi kahin nahin hain... (in hard tone)... lekin iska matlab yeh nahin ki koi bhi aake is baat ki faida uthayega... pehle chahe jo bhi hua hain, lekin ab main kisi ko apni zindagi ya apni bhabnayo ke saath khelne nahin dunga...
He closed the file, which he was working in and walked away from the place. No... not towards cafeteria, but towards the washroom. His eyes were burning. Something might had fallen in it. Some splashes of cold water would be good.
Daya did not move even an inch from the place. The only change happened in him was only two thin streams of water, which was rolling down from his eyes. No he was not angry with Abhijeet due to his rude behaviour. He knew he had got what he deserved. Whatever had happened that night was unforgettable and unforgivable, but still... this stupid heart had never listened to this brain!
After the lunch break, Abhijeet entered the cabin of ACP sir after a knock, followed by Daya. ACP sir just looked up while Abhijeet said in a pure professional tone...
Abhijeet: sir... crime spot ki jo photos mere haath laga hain, usse ek baat saaf saaf pata chalta hain ki in mein se koi bhi murder usi jagah nahin hua hain... kyun ki har ek victim ko sidha dil par chaku mara gaya hain aur maut se pehle unke saath sexual... (after some moments)... iska matlab bleeding bhi bohot hua hain... lekin sir, hume crime spot se bohot kam khoon mila hain... magar sir, murder, khas karke aisi dardnak murder aur rape ke liye jitna khoon nikalna chahiye, woh nikla to zaroor hain... to hume ab aisi jagah dhundni chahiye jahan par aisi murder karna mumkin ho... I mean to say, jitna khoon nikla hain, use chupana mumkin ho... kyun ki aam log to khoon dekhle chilla milli zaroor karenge... aur itna sara khoon saaf karna itna asaan hain bhi nahin... aur khoon to barf nahin hain ki jam jayega... woh to idhar udhar bahega hi...
ACP sir: haan Abhijeet... yeh baat humne bhi notice ki hain... humne dhundna to shuru kar diya hain koi aisi spot lekin ab tak mila nahin...
Abhijeet: aapko kya lagta hain? Kaunsi jagah honi chahiye yeh?
ACP sir: koi sunsan jagah jahan koi aata jata na ho... lekin problem wahin ke wahin hain... itni saari khoon chipata kaise woh qatil?
Daya: sir ho sakta hain uski ghar mein koi surang ya bunker wager kuch ho...
ACP sir: bunker ya surang akela banana utna asaan nahin hain Daya... Abhijeet, tumhe kya lagta hain? Kaunsi jagah ho sakta hain woh?
Abhijeet(in calm tone): slaughter house! Yeh hi ek aisi jagah hain jahan khoon chupane ki koi zaroorat hi nahin hain... aas pados ki logo ko bhi maloom hain... unhe bhi khoon dekhne ki adat hoti hain, to dar ya shaq ki sawal paida hi nahin hota...
Daya: kaisi baat kar rahe ho Abhijeet! Slaughter House ke khoon ke sample government labs mein jate hain... wahan kya maloom nahin padega insan ka khoon hain ya jaanwaar ka?
Abhijeet: aisa sirf legal ya registered Slaughter House ke khoon ke saath kiya jata hain Daya... lekin abhi bhi kuch Slaughter House aisa hain, jo kanoon ke nazar se chip kar yeh kaam kar raha hain... haan meat ki quality kharab hota hain, lekin sasta padta hain isliye kuch restaurants aisi Slaughter House se meat lete hain... hume Mumbai mein ya uski aas paas koi aisi hi Slaughter House dhundna hoga... kyun ki yeh serial killing ki silsila ek mahine pehle hi start hua hain... aur mere informer ne mujhe aisi hi ek illegal Slaughter House ka pata diya hain... woh kaafi sunsan area mein bhi hain... lekin kuch logo ka manna hain ki wahan atma bhatakti rehti hain... kyun ki din mein wahan koi problem nahin hota lekin raat ko ajeeb ajeeb si awaaz aata hain... isliye koi raat ko uske aas paas bhi nahin aata... mujhe lagta hain hume wahan raid marna chahiye...
ACP sir: nahin Abhijeet... hume direct raid marne ke jagah chupke raid marna chahiye... raat ko awaaz aata haina? Hum bhi achanak raat ko hi raid marenge...
Abhijeet too nodded in allowance and said after a moment of silence...
Abhijeet: lekin sir, hume jald se jald sab karna hoga... waqt zyada nahin hain humare pass...
ACP sir: haan... hum aaj raat hi raid marenge wahan...
Later at night, when the CID team came out from their Bureau to give a raid into that Slaughter House, the first thing attracted their gaze was the windscreen of the foremost car in their parking slot where a number was written with red ink. Red Ink? Wait wait... was it really red ink? Could red ink roll down like this below the writing?
No!
Not red ink... but it was blood... fresh red blood... rolling down from the number written there, making the windscreen of the car messy... along with, just curving the number in every brains present there!
"5"
END OF THE CHAPTER
So 5 days more for the Climax... what will happen then? CID Team is going to raid in the Slaughter House... what is waiting for them there? Can they find any clue? Who is this killer? Do you think you know him? What is the Motive behind all these? And most importantly, what will happen in the final day? Daya, being the official investigating officer of the team, is the main target... will he be safe till the end? Will Abhijeet be able to save him? Stay tuned to know more.
Guest: yaar bhagori main nahin, COVID- 19 nikla... bhag gaya mujhe chodke... nobody likes me, even not coronavirus. Sad Life!😢😢
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