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Connor found that just as Wednesday had appeared and left, the same happened with Thursday. He and Alina had started the morning with another mini cooking lesson, this time with Korean Steamed Egg.
Unlike the fried eggs, which took Connor 5 times to make, Korean Steamed Egg: proved to be a bit more difficult. It took him 8 tries to make a dish good enough to earn him a thumbs up from Alina. The first three Korean Steamed Egg dishes he attempted to make, Alina instantly contorted her face even though she made efforts to hide the fact his cooking was bad.
For the rest of Thursday, Connor and Hank spent more time doing investigative work on Eris' homicide. They took the time to go to Eris' University by visiting professors, interviewing classmates, and checking out Eris' favorite campus spots to catalogue any suspicious people.
Alina was a little sad to be sitting at the DPD station majority of the day without them. She did, however, continue packing bento lunch boxes for Hank. Inside the bento lunch boxes were bite size triangle sandwiches filled with egg salad and tomatoes in between. For dessert, she packed 1 mini-square sandwich stuffed with low fat whipped cream and cut strawberries. The girl had also put into the lunch box a mini salad dressed with cherry tomatoes.
When Hank was about to throw out the salad during their lunch break, Connor threatened to show Alina video evidence of the act. It caused Hank to stand down and begrudgingly end up eating the mini salad.
For Connor, Alina had given him a thiruim packet with another sticky note. The sticky note had a '(^-^)' emoji drawn on it, alongside the words 'be careful on the job!' He felt a warm uplifting feeling in his chest upon reading the note. It was surprising how a simple gesture could make all the difference. It reminded him of the warmth he felt from Hank's hug right after the revolution. This warm feeling melted away his fatigue and weariness after having consecutive conversations with strangers.
Thursday's investigative work ended with little progress, but that night, Connor managed to talk Hank into further reducing beer consumption. Connor brought up Alina's idea about mixing water with beer to dilute Hank's alcohol intake.
Hank was reluctant to try it out, but once the older man got stared down by Alina's bright knowing smile, he reconsidered. Hank then fixed his gaze at Connor for the longest time before finally grunting out an 'Alright I'll do it."
The trio was also able to do another Detroit Gears TV session together, much like yesterday night. Connor found it peculiar that 5 minutes in Alina had gotten sleepy already, her head dipping down a couple of times before spiking up suddenly. At around the 20 minute mark, her eyes lost the battle with sleep and she drowsily landed on Hank's right shoulder just like the other days. Although overall the Detroit Gears TV session was uneventful, it was indeed as Markus said to him, 'nice to not feel left out'.
-Friday-Dec 17th 2038-7:37am-
Today was Connor's third cooking lesson with Alina, the focus being Onigiri. They were triangle shaped rice balls wrapped with dry seaweed. Some of them had spam hidden within the rice balls, others had chicken or beef.
As the duo waited for the cooked rice to cool down enough to be put into triangle shaped molds, Connor took the time to make a small mug of coffee for Alina. He had been a bit worried about how Alina's movements were sluggish and doing everything in a sleepy manner.
He had asked her if she was alright and needed more sleep, judging by her frequent yawns coupled with her half opened eyelids. She rubbed her messy hair, replied back claiming that she had gotten enough sleep yesterday. According to Connor's calculations she had gotten only about 7 hours of sleep. This was about 3 hours short of the recommended 10 hours of sleep for teenagers.
Connor continued to watch her with unease as she worked on bento lunch boxes with a dazed look in her eyes. It was at that moment, the coffee machine gave a 'beep' indicating that it was done making a hazelnut flavored coffee. He had figured that since she enjoyed the hot chocolate, she might enjoy this version of coffee to help her start the day. The girl had insisted in continuing to make lunch boxes despite his pleas for her to rest, so he opted in giving a small caffeine intake so she was more focused.
Alina threw Connor a small smile when he handed over the fragrant drink, warning her about its hot temperatures before she took a sip in her tired state. When she took a taste, she muttered about something along the lines of 'wanting bubble tea'.
Bubble Tea?
He took a moment to Google search the item and got the definition of a 'cold, frothy drink made with iced tea, sweetened milk or other flavorings, and usually with sweet black balls or "pearls" made from tapioca.' With further Google searching he found that it was a popular drink among those in the Asian community. Perhaps I can ask Tina more about it or any bubble tea recommendations?
Alina gulped down some more of the coffee before throwing her head back with a content sigh. She grinned at him, "Nothing like a nice warm drink in the morning."
He threw her a concerned glance, "For a 16 year old teenager, you should limit your daily intake of caffeine to 100mg or less."
Alina didn't say anything in response, just playfully hummed a tune while washing the coffee cup that she just finished drinking from.
Connor raised an eyebrow in response to how rapidly she had drowned the coffee earlier, "Don't tell me this is the amount of coffee you normally drink."
"Hm?" Alina placed the white mug onto the drying rack, her voice not as groggy as before. "Well, I normally consume some version of caffeinated drink every so often. I actually prefer tea a bit more to coffee, specifically bubble tea."
Alina took a glance at the nearby clock on the wall, perking up as she reached for the pot of rice that had been cooling down for about 15 minutes. She scooped out portions of rice into a triangle mold, pressing down one layer of rice before putting in some spam and then putting down another layer of rice. After successfully pushing out the molded triangle shaped rice ball, she wrapped it in dried seaweed with a triumphant expression.
"See?" Alina's eyes sparkled. "That's all you need to do. Put down one layer of rice into the triangle mold, choose your stuffing, and then put down another layer of rice. Press the mold together and once you think they're all tidied up, it's seaweed time!"
Connor gave her a wary look, wondering if he made the right choice in encouraging her to stay awake with a caffeine drink. He ended up shaking his head to himself as Alina eagerly worked on the next set of onigiri rice balls after her demonstration.
About 16 minutes later, Connor found himself regretting the gift of coffee he had given Alina. She was very jumpy, hopping in place and singing a mix of Japanese as well as American tunes that changed every 10 seconds all while making rice balls.
"Connor!" Alina shouted, a little too loudly to Connor's liking.
Connor took a quick glance over to Hank, letting out a sigh of relief that the older man didn't wake up from Alina's outcry.
Alina giggled some more, reaching out to his face and he stumbled back in surprise to her hand's sudden close proximity.
"I can't believe you," Alina chided with a playful tone. "You somehow got rice on your face!"
Alina plucked a grain of rice from Connor's face and laughed some more in a light-hearted manner, "How are you the most advanced android yet fail at cooking?"
Connor turned away and buried his face into his hands, not wanting Alina to see the shade of blue growing on his face from embarrassment. He knew she wasn't bullying him like Gavin and the comment was done in good nature, but he couldn't help but feel flustered from what she said.
"Awww, it's nothing to be ashamed of, Connor," Alina said softly, her footsteps growing louder as she approached Connor from the side.
Alina then gently pried Connor's hands from his face. When Connor looked up from his hands, Alina was there with her small, warm smile.
"Sorry I teased you on that," Alina let go of Connor's hands after prying them from his face. "I was just genuinely curious about that. But I think it's kinda cute at the same time."
Alina stood up on her tiptoes, stretching her arm to gently pat Connor's head despite him being slightly bent over, "Don't worry we're not all perfect and you've been doing well learning how to cook."
For a moment, Connor felt reminiscent of the times Hank had consoled him whenever he felt down. It was very similar to the feeling of a child getting comforted by their parents, like a 'pip-talk' as Hank called it. Connor straightened up his back, curiously examining Alina as she went back to work on packing the rice balls into the bento lunch boxes.
Connor thought it was strange how such a young child like her had such a mature aura. Did she really just turn 16? He knew that kids in special circumstances often matured emotionally quicker, and Alina was no exception to that rule.
[Incoming call from DPD Captain Fowler. . .]
"Connor?" Captain Fowler's hoarse voice rang through Connor's internal communications.
"Good morning, Captain," Connor greeted through the phone line. "Do we have another android case to attend to?"
"Not exactly," Captain Fowler responded groggily. "We got another carbon monoxide homicide, also in a hybrid household. This time we have two casualties, human parents of an YK400 android child. The YK400 android is with Officer Pearson at the scene right now, but it might be better to have a fellow DPD android officer there too."
"Understood, I'll wake up Hank right now and we'll get to the scene as soon as possible," Connor promptly replied.
"You're a good man, Connor. Ben is also on the scene to give you additional details. I'll see you at the station later," Captain Fowler hung up, closing the line.
Connor let out a sigh, turning over to Alina in the kitchen, "It looks like I'll have to cut the cooking lesson short today. There's been another carbon monoxide homicide Hank and I have to attend to."
With a crestfallen expression, Alina sagged her shoulders despite all the restlessness she displayed earlier due to the coffee.
She perked up suddenly, "I'll pack Hank a grab and go breakfast then, like a toast or something."
In 5 seconds Alina was bouncing around all over the kitchen again, creating a whole new set of bento lunch boxes all while Connor was shaking Hank awake.
"Hank!" Connor called out, rustling the older man's shoulder. "We have another carbon monoxide homicide, 2 victims this time."
"What time is it?" Hank grumbled, swatting away Connor's arm. "I swear the sun is not up yet."
Connor cast an annoyed expression at Hank, pulling the blanket away from Hank's grasp. He internally groaned as this type of scenario happened every time the duo was suddenly called to an android crime scene. Connor, who preferred to get things done quickly and at a fast pace, would have to wait quite a while for Hank. The Lieutenant would move at a much slower snail-like pace when it came to moving out for crime scenes.
"It's 8:02am and the sun rose at 7:55am," Connor commented, this time also taking a pillow away from Hank's back. "So yes, the sun is now up."
Hank rubbed his eyes some more, "So what? Was it another hybrid family or something?"
"Yes, 2 human parents and a YK400 android child," Connor said as he walked into Hank's room to prepare a set of clothes.
"Was the MO the same?" Hank called back from the living room.
"Not sure, Ben will probably let us know though," Connor picked out a streaky outfit from Hank's closet and plopped it onto his bed.
"Ugh," Hank groaned out once more. "I hate mornings."
Connor returned to the living room to see that Hank was still sprawled on the couch, head hanging over the edge of the couches' arms.
"And that is why I made you some lightly roasted coffee!" Alina cheerfully came over from the kitchen with a beaming smile. "It has low fat milk and some natural sweetener instead of sugar."
Hank roughly grabbed the coffee mug from Alina's hands and took a long drink, "Don't tell me this is a bribe of sorts."
"Mayybbeee~" Alina slurred, gleefully bouncing back to the kitchen. "I have toast with sugar-free jam ready too for a grab and go breakfast."
Hank threw her a 'thanks' before going on a rant about having to get up at sunrise and made his way to the bathroom.
Connor, on the other hand, went to the kitchen and chuckled at the sight of Alina still fidgety due to the caffeine.
"Oh yeah, Alina. Would you mind letting me see your palm?" Connor asked, stretching out his left arm and revealing part of his white inner layer skin.
Alina gave him a quizzical look, furrowing her brows before resting her right hand palm side up onto top of his. Connor realized from this that he didn't specify in having her hand face down on his, so he simply turned her hand over and scanned her palm print as he initially intended to.
She initially almost jerked back at the sight of the blue glow going from her fingertips to her wrist, but quickly calmed down upon seeing that nothing really happened.
"There," Connor said, letting go of her hand. "You should now be able to have an one time access to Hank's bank account to pay for the taxi ride to the DPD later. It should be here around 9:40am."
Alina looked stunned, staring at the palm of her hand, "That's it?"
"You've never ridden a taxi before?" Connor questioned, tilting his head to the side.
Alina still looked bizarrely at her hand and turned to Connor, "No-I mean yes, but not something that requires a scanning of hand."
"Yes," Connor replied nonchalantly to her earlier question. "That is how most taxis work nowadays. You simply place your hand on the scanner and it connects to your bank account. Did your hometown not have that type of system?"
"Nope!" Alina replied excitedly, seemingly fascinated by Connor's revelation.
[Input into Alina Niu's folder: Hometown did not have taxi system with palm scanning payment method]
"What system did they have then?" Connor questioned, trying to see how much more information he could pry from her.
Alina lightly rested her index finger on her chin in a thoughtful manner, "It was just payment by cash or swiping a credit card. Though I usually just took public transportation."
"Like the bus?" Connor inquired further, taking a step further. Although nationwide technology had been implemented into the public transportation system, certain cities had specialized systems that could help narrow his search on her hometown.
"Yeah and the sub-" Alina flinched, pausing midway through her sentence wide eyed. "Uhh, I mean like the train system. I regularly went on that instead of taking taxis, much cheaper."
Alina began nervously trotting back to the kitchen and started packing the lunch boxes again.
[Input into Alina Niu's folder: Hometown most likely a city, specifically one with a train system that began with the term 'sub'. Look into train terms beginning with 'sub' later. City does not have a palm scanning payment method for taxis.]
Moments later, Hank came out of the hallway corridor dressed properly and chowed down on the breakfast placed on the kitchen table. While Hank was eating, Alina went over to Connor's side and plopped the bento lunch boxes into his hand.
"Don't worry about the rice content of the onigiri. I made sure to mix in some brown rice too in order to make it healthier for Hank," Alina whispered and gave him a wink.
"Kinda sad though that I can't play as many games with you at the DPD," Alina puffed up her cheeks and pouted. "You and Hank have to be out and about more often."
Connor chuckled at the sight and went to ruffle Alina's hair in response when he paused his hand midway in the air. Would she like it though? Hank did though once. It should be fine, right? If he suddenly retracted his hand right now, she might perceive his actions in a negative light.
After Connor fought with his thoughts for a bit, he finally decided on going through the motion of softly tousling Alina's hair. Thankfully Alina seemed to have enjoyed the head pat, smiling brightly at the gesture. Connor let out a breath of relief that he didn't realize he was holding in. It was only after Alina joined Hank at the kitchen table that he found himself exhaling. Slowly, but surely he was going to get used to interacting with others.
Connor let out an internal sigh as they arrived at the crime scene, he had to hurry along Hank in the morning so they wouldn't keep the others waiting.
In addition, since Hank was still sleep deprived, Connor had to be the one taking the wheel to the hybrid family crime scene. They arrived at 8:48am to the one story house and found Ben greeting them once they got out of the car.
"Morning Hank," Ben addressed with a wave and turned his attention to Connor. "Nice to see you too, Connor. Always gotta thank you for bringing your old geezer over faster than normal."
"Of course," Connor chuckled. "What do we have here today?"
"911 dispatch got a call from a YK400 android child at around 7am saying her parents were unresponsive," Ben explained while walking to the sub-urban like house. "Nearby paramedics were sent and Pearson was nearby on patrol so she took a look too."
Ben pinched his nose and took in a deep breath, "Apparently the paramedics' carbon monoxide devices blared as soon as they arrived. Shortly after their arrival, Officer Pearson got to the scene and witnessed them perform CPR on the two human parents of the YK400. But it didn't work and they suspected the two had been dead for a couple hours."
"Where's Pearson right now?" Hank asked, surveying the surroundings.
Connor looked around too, finding that they were mostly surrounded by the forensics team and Pearson was nowhere to be seen.
"She's in with the YK400 aka 'Grace'. Kid's been crying in the bedroom," Ben stated. "At first we were thinking of airing out the rooms, but Pearson brought up that there seemed to be more to this case than just an accident. There were a couple of paper clips stuck in the house lock when she arrived."
Ben gestured to the front door of the house, "It had been left here clicked open, so we were thinking perhaps some foul play was involved in the carbon monoxide incident."
Ben pointed to his tablet that had some notes and pictures, "Once we checked the basement, we found that the water heater seemed to be tampered with and the ventilation system was also clogged. Similar to that last incident you two looked into where dirt was packed into the ventilation systems."
"So what, you think it's the same guy?" Hank furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms.
"My gut is telling me that," Ben tapped against the tablet screen. "But this time the case is a bit different, it's like they wanted to know there was an intruder there and purposefully left clues."
"You mean with the paper clips stuck inside the lock?" Connor guessed and bent down to examine the keyhole furthermore. "Wait, they only seem to be loosely fitted in. The job also seems messier than the previous incident with all the scratch marks ."
[Analyzing. . .]
[1.02mm scratches-Traces of Steel]
"You can technically take out the paper clips since they're not actually stuck," Connor noted. "It's also clicked into place so that this keyhole stays in an unlocked position. Is this what you meant?"
"It's not only that," Ben replied with a concerned look and went over to the forensics team's bag to pull out a couple of suits. "It'll be easier for me to show you inside."
"Hank, I'mma need you to put on the carbon monoxide forensics suit to go in," Ben handed over the yellow suit to Hank. "We kept the carbon monoxide contained so that Connor could take a read of the situation and spot anything new."
Connor almost burst into a fit of laughter as he got a flashback of how funny Hank looked last time from wearing the suit. Hank had looked like a yellow Patrick from the old Spongebob Squarepants cartoon. Hank must have noticed though that Connor was silently laughing because he suddenly felt chills go down his spine from a nearby glare.
Connor briskly composed himself and grunted in an attempt to cover his laugh, "It's for your own safety, Hank."
"Yeah," Hank huffed, while putting on the outer garment. "More like for your amusement."
When the trio entered the house, the first thing that Connor noticed was the carpeted living room floor that seemed to have traces of soil from the surrounding lawn. These would normally not be visible to the naked eye of humans, but for Connor he was easily able to identify them with his vision.
[Processing . . .]
[Shoe Print-Men Size 10]
[Shoe Print-Woman Size 8]
"There were 2 intruders," Connor said as he knelt on the ground. "One female with shoe size 8 and one male whose shoe size is 10."
"How the hell did you tell that?" Hank responded, tucking his arms in.
Connor pointed to the shoe rack by the doorway, "This family uses indoor slippers, yet there are outdoor shoe inputs on the carpet. You could say that those shoe prints belonged to the paramedics and Officer Pearson. However, the shoe print traces I'm looking at have much more soil residue and the female shoe print has a roof tile fragment."
Connor stood up and straightened his posture as he looked around for more clues, "Pearson and the paramedics have no reason to go onto the rooftop when handling a 911 call."
"God damn," Ben commented, stroking the top of his head. "I wish I had that kind of eyesight."
[Initializing Carbon Monoxide Detector …]
[Living Room: 5125ppm]
Connor took a quick scan of his surroundings as Ben talked to them about some of additional insights or theories on the case. His eyes wandered the living room walls filled with certificates from award ceremonies, until they stopped briefly at a family photo.
[Evelyn Harper-Born 5/11/2010, Lives at 5761 Kulicks St]
[Matthew Harper-Born 4/09/2008, Lives at 5761 Kulicks St]
[Grace Harper-Activated 11/23/2037, Lives at 5761 Kulicks St]
"Connor!" Hank's voice called to him from afar. "You coming?"
Connor quickly realized that while Ben and Hank were getting ready to enter what seemed to be the basement, while he was still stalled in the living room.
"Coming Hank!" Connor rushed over to their side and went down the stairs with them. As they entered the basement, the smell of fresh paint crashed down on him like a wave and he swiftly searched around to identify the source.
Ben showed them to a water heater currently being marked as evidence by the forensics team, it had the letters 'HF' sprayed painted on it in crimson red. Certain parts of the lettering deliberately had more concentrated spray paint to produce a drip like effect-almost to look like blood.
"We asked the little girl if she ever saw this, but apparently not," Ben said with a sigh. "It's possible that the intruders wrote it and also were the ones that tampered with this water heater to build up carbon monoxide from within the house."
Connor took a quick scan of the handwriting, seeing if it was written in a specific font type.
[Analyzing . . .]
[Nonspecific Font Type; Inconsistency in Spray Writing; Written about 5 hours ago-Most likely written by Humans]
"Our intruders for this case are most likely humans, judging by the unsteadiness in handwriting," Connor hypothesized, taking a look at the similar footprints near the water heater.
"What about deviants? Wouldn't they also have an inconsistency in handwriting now?" Hank inquired.
"Although deviants would also display human-like characteristics, I recall in my first case with Carlos Ortiz, the deviant there wrote in perfect CyberLife Sans font," Connor replied back. "Furthermore, even if they do display inconsistencies in writing as an expression of their deviancy, their spray praying skills would be a little more steady and precise compared to humans."
Ben grunted and took down some notes from Connor's observation, "So what you're saying is that you think humans did this and not any possible androids?"
"I can't be 100% sure as deviancy is still new, but as of right now my judgement is leaning towards humans," Connor contemplated out loud.
"Eh, so we got another crappy humans' crimes to take care of again," Ben's tone exasperated. "Was thinking it might be android hating on humans crime sort of thing, possibly."
Ben gave Connor a pat on the back, "Thanks for the new insight Connor. Feel free to poke around and let me know of anything new."
"Thank god this time the intruders didn't mess around with the heaters," Hank moaned as he rolled his shoulders back and started walking around the basement.
Connor took his attention straight to the water heater, finding that indeed carbon monoxide had been building up due to the flue vent being closed off. The flue vent had a warm backdraft instead of cool air being sucked in.
[Flue Vent Pipe-recently moved by 2cm to the right]
Since the flue vent pipe was off center, carbon monoxide exiting the water heater was leaking out more than usual.
[Basement: 6345ppm]
6000 ppm? That meant staying here for just 10 minutes could have killed off a human due to the carbon monoxide contamination.
Wait. Connor paused and opened up the interior of the water heater, finding a blower fan. This is a power vent water heater. This type of water heater was built with more safety devices to precisely prevent backdrafting of carbon monoxide, this shouldn't have caused carbon monoxide build up. Pearson was right in that this case was suspicious, what else did the intruders tamper with? Connor started scanning other parts of the system as well to check the safety mechanisms.
[Gas valve recently propped open-disconnected from vacuum switch]
[Vacuum switch disconnected from Gas Valve; displaying incorrect blower fan read]
"Hank!" Connor's voice echoing to the other side of the room. "I think I have an idea of what happened."
The old man waltzed over back, "So what's that analytical brain of yours got this time?"
"We're dealing with another engineer expert similar to last time," Connor pointed to the vacuum switch. "See this? This is a safety mechanism that's placed for power vent water heaters, which is specifically designed to help prevent carbon monoxide build up, compared to direct vent water heaters."
"Uh huh, go on. What's the difference between a direct venter and power vent water heater?" Hank asked as he took a closer look at the machine.
"Power vent water heaters have an extra blower or fan that propels carbon monoxide out of the water heater and into the flue pipe, which leads to outside," Connor said while pointing at the pipes. "Direct vent water heaters don't have that extra push of air to bring carbon monoxide outside. This means someone did intentionally seal up the flue pipe to cause build up."
"Continue," Hank said with intrigue, stroking his chin.
"However, the vacuum switch is supposed to be able to sense whether or not the flue pipes are clogged via monitoring the blowers," Connor said while bending down to show the mechanisms. "If the blower is too slow or not moving at all, the vacuum switch is automatically supposed to cut off access to the gas valve."
"But the gas build up still happened, meaning the gas valve was kept open somehow?" Hank added on to Connor's theory.
"Correct," Connor smiled. "The ignition sequence wasn't supposed to happen without the vacuum switch sensing the blowers. Our engineer here cut off the connection between the vacuum switch and gas valve. Then he or she sent a fake feedback loop over to the vacuum switch to keep the ignition sequence going while propping open the gas valve."
"Whew," Hank stroked the back of his head. "That's a lot of science you just told me there, son."
"There's more," Connor eagerly continued on, the thrill of piecing together everything spurred his coding even faster. "They also took measures to speed up the process of carbon monoxide build up by offsetting the flue pipe 2cm from its original location."
"These engineering bastards really thought of everything," Hank huffed. "You got all that Ben?"
"Yup, happened to get it recorded with this nifty tablet here," Ben said while walking over to their side.
Ben fidgeted around with his suit and lowered his voice, "Oh yeah, that YK400 kid is still up there. We're gonna need to have her out of here to investigate some more. Pearson's up there coaxing her, managed to calm the girl a bit-but not budging much. Is it like a deviant thing?"
Connor saw from the corner of his eye Hank's shoulder stiffen at the mention of a kid.
Orphans, specifically, are one of Hank's trigger words or topics. That's why Hank is hesitant to go upstairs right now, it's only been about 4 days since they encountered one child who lost their parents. What are the odds of having to meet with another one in the same week?
"Hank, maybe I shou-" Connor started off, but Hank is already going up the stairway back to the first floor. He felt his stomach churn at the thought of Hank having to face another orphan child case. Will things be alright?
Soooo, to my fellow Asians-we got ourselves a bubble tea lover. I was originally going to make her a coffee lover similar to Hank XD-also cuz its a popular college student item, but then my friend who occasionally beta reads for me was like 'mAKE HER LOVE TEA' and then I was like 'BUBBLE TEA' ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so tht happened and she became a tea lover somehow
Also to those who checked out my tumblr blog on the behind the scenes of this story! THANK YOU for your support 3 It was nice seeing tht there were people interested in the behind the scenes of some of the chapters
Fun Fact, for the moment where Hank asked what time it is, I actually found out the exact sunrise time for Detroit Dec 17th 2038 according to the internet calculations times table :D so it is actually accurate
Q&A/Question Time!
What do you think Alina was trying to say in terms of public transportation when she said she took the 'sub-' aka train system? Might be easier for New Yorkers to figure out, especially those from NYC. Let me know what you think was the word she was trying to say, "sub- - - " Hint is that the word is only missing 3 letters and it's also a sandwich chain shop XD.
For an easier Q&A, what do you think the 'HF' written at the crime scene means? Or why do you think carbon monoxide is being chosen to kill victims?
And now-Goodbye, my brain is fried from this chapter. It was very draining in terms of research XD it will take me a couple of days to mentally recover
Thanks yall for the support! just drop a heart or a smiley face if too shy to write a review, and thks again for the person or poeple who repeatedly checked ch10 for a new update-made my dayyyyyy #