"So... there it is."
Clare nodded her head, getting off the car and moving forward by herself, with Irene right behind her.
The street was deeper and darker than they'd thought, but fortunately, they could still vaguely catch a blur sight- the wet muddy ground filled with litters giving off awful smell, which made her sick.
Soon, they reached the dead end. She thought it was the scene, while she casually casting a glance rightward, a blind alley which was much more narrow came into her vision.
She drew out her carry-on flashlight and kept stepping forward, a smell of rotten corpse gradually blowing on her face. When the search light spilled in, a female body dressed well lying in the corner of it, her face down. By her side, a silver sharp edge shone in the darkness.
"Teresa!" On seeing her sister, the girl could no longer hold her tears, once again, she choked with weeping.
"So strange..." The sharp-ear girl muttered, " If the investigation group have closed the case, the corpse should have been sent away."
Couldn't it be... her boss deceiving her? Yet is there any good for him to deceive his subordinates? Or... there's something he wanted to hide...
She squat and put the gloves on, turning the body over to examine the scar on her neck.
The cut was unexpectedly deep, with several arterial blood vessel off. If it's a suicide case, she couldn't slash herself like that.
Then she observed closer with the magnifier, detecting the dagger beside- no fingerprint. This corpse did not wear gloves, obviously, and in the event of she killed herself, there should be clear fingerprints on it. It's weired...
Therefore, she could not eliminate the possibility of murder, on the base of police sergeant deceiving her, letting her more curious about this case.
"How?" Clare asked softly with sobs, then she slightly shook her head.
"It's possible she's murdered, while I ain't make the decisions." She answered, " On-the-spot autopsy report should be made to draw the conclusion, suppose the spot wasn't destroyed, thus the forensic psychiatry might form a reasonable judgement."
Afterwards, she dialed the number and put through.
"Hello? Is that Ophelia?"
"What?! Oh...Irene, it's you again!" An affected, playacting voice came from the other side of the phone, "Surely it doesn't mean that you're calling out for work again."
"Sorry but that's true."
"Hell no..." She mumbled with a shade reluctant, "Don't be such a killjoy! I'm still having fun with my brother..."
"Just hurry up, and I'll put in a good word for you to your brother."
"Really?!" She suddenly raised the pitch, reversing the attitude toward," I'm coming now~~ Send me the address, there you go~~! See you~~!"
Hanging up the phone, she heavily sighed.
"Well... Ophelia is kind of weired, but on balance, she's truly skilled in examination of cadaver. Attributing to her, we've cleared up several intractable cases."
"Really...?" Clare replied in half belief, yet at present, she's the only one to rely on.
"Oh, by the way, did your sister make enemies with anyone during her lifetime?"
"She's always free and alone." She responded in a firm tone," She's very arrogant and was always unapproachable, so she hardly had any friends."
"No even a boyfriend? If I'm not mistaken, she should be around 25 now."
She shook her head:" No. I've never seen her take someone home, nor go together with them."
"OK, I see..." She's getting more confused. Teresa, who barely owned any connections, having absolutely no chance in incurring hatred, not to mention making enemies. She was living too alone...to be killed.
Could it be... somebody in her work unit?
"Clare, have you got any ideas about where your sis placed her bank cards?"
"Well...what's that for?"
Through all her pockets inside and outside, Irene still didn't find anything useful, let alone her bank cards.
"I wonder... if someone in her work unit had designs on her."
"But... but why?"
"I don't know, but that's the key to find out." She stood up, utterring when patting the dust, " You've told me she's a person had a high salary, right? After seeking out her payroll card, chasing down the one who made the remittance, it'll all come out at one, won't it?"
"ALAS?" Her eyes were wide open," Maybe it works."
"Well that's the deal. But first, we have to wait for Ophelia..."
"Hello~~~!"
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!"
A stranger with pale face and braided hair abruptly moved towards the blind minded girl, who was screaming out loud, scaring her almost to death.
"Wowwww...who's the cute girl over there? Heeheeheee..." All of a sudden, she leapt quickly backward, hands sneaking rightly onto her chest.
"Nice breast!"
"Aghhhhhhhh-!"
She screamed again.
"Ophelia, enough!" The silver-hair girl summoned, her face suddenly turning serious, "Stop teasing her. You're here for work, not for girls, understanding?"
"Okay, okay...you're the boss. Why so fierce?" Until got reprimanded, Ophelia finally was tamely towards the front of corpse, handing out a mess of strange tools from her shoulderbag, seriously checking throughout the body.
After a long waiting which was nearly driving them crazy, accompanied by her weird laughter and grumbling, the examine finally came to an end.
"How?" On seeing her rising to her feet, Irene questioned closely.
"The death time was about four days, probably at dusk. The cut on her neck was not caused by dagger the on-the-spot at all, and there're traces of struggling on her body. So it's a homicide death."
"As expected..." Irene lowered her head, remorse on her face," I should have known..."
"Well, everything's done!" The girl who had just finished her work seemed very pleased," And then, I'm going to head back home and have fun with my... Oh, wait, hey the girl there, what's your name?"
She turned into the girl silently standing by, asked her with interest.
"Clare..."
"Let's be friends, shall we? I'm kind of like you..."
"Wait...WHAT?" Her face reddened all over with shyness, "But, why..."
The moment when short-hair girl was able to respond, she had already disappeared into the distance for long. Then she awkwardly palmed her face.
"You can not rest on her words." Irene expressionlessly said," She always deceiving others."
"What?!" On hearing these, her heart abruptly fell from heaven to the hell. To be honest, regardless of her weird behaviour, perhaps she would like her owing to her not-so-bad appearence...
"Since we've confirmed she's murdered, it should not be delayed. It's high time we were off." The silver-hair girl insisted, without the least hesitation," Never miss out any clues right under you."
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It's quite noisy in the bar. Comes and goes person were giggling and whispering about gossips heard from nowhere, which completely oppressed her. Her vision blurred, yet Miria poured in her glass for the tenth time, as before, then unhesitatingly drained it in no time.
"Drown your sorrows in drink will only get you more annoyed." Her partner was sitting right beside her. She took a dip of whiskey, jeering at the one in low," This's not the first time we've failed, but I've never seen you so depressed before."
She's still in silence, filling in the glass before for the eleventh time.
"Did you... see anything when carrying out mission?" Galatea edged her head, her greyish blue eyes straightly caught her tired ones.
The moment she's drinking off the elenventh, her partner suddenly gave the hand a wring.
"You're wasted." She mumbled, " Enough is enough."
"I...I'm not...Ehhhh..."
When saw her face flush for alchohol, silent for annoyance, not even uttering her innermost feelings, an unexpected bitterness was aroused from her mind.
It had been three years since they became companions, and she thought they were not keeping anything from each other, However; never had she confided her true feelings. Whether in sorrow, or in pain, she's always staying reticent, bearing all the things just by herself.
Why torturing yourself like this?
Or... merely because of him? That stupid man... On the thought of this, she couldn't help but force out a bitter smile.
After all, you still cannot let him go... A strange pangs of heart came over her, yet she managed to hold it down and not showed it out.
She's watching her all the way. When Miria drank off the eleventh glass, she's starting losing her sense and beginning to rave.
"Mmmm...Rigald..." Her white-skinned face was turning red after drunken, "Fetch me another bottle... Now..."
"Miria, stop drinking." Galatea slowly got closer and whispered in her ear, "It' late, and we have to go now."
"Don't...no one can stop me now... Ehhhh..."
After paying their bills, Galatea hurriedly lifted her associate up and piled out.
"I think I've got a headache..."
Walking thourgh the way towards the garage, with a heavy burden on her shoulder, she finally found her car, then throwing the drunken girl into the backseat.
While no response was given at all.
If Miria was her usual self, she had long since gone mad.
The taller girl smiled a bit, positioning herself to the operator's seat.
Having no idea how to deal with her, she had to send her to her house first, then druming her out tomorrow after the hangover. Galatea thought to herself, starting the engine and leaving the car swagger off.
When arrived, she pulled the spiky-hair girl out of the seat with one arm, another took out the key, opening the locked front door.
"It's really tiring... You're much heavier than you look, Miria."
"Ehhhh..." Kicking in the bedroom, she tossed her on the bed which was tided spotlessly clean.
"Aghh...Ehhhh..." On seeing the one lying on the bed was still too far gone to keep her mind, Galatea palmed her face with embarrassment.
How terrible...
Anyhow, she could not stand the smell of alchohol stuck on her clothes, any longer, and yearn for a quick shower.
She considered to herself, adjusting her side to the door. Unexpectedly, the moment she's opening it, someone from behind suddenly grabbed her shoulder around.
Surprisingly, she found unknowingly when, the drunken girl had rose from the bed, with her figure flunging to hers, forcing her back heavily knocking into the wall.
"Don't...don't leave me, Rigald..."
"Miria?"
No enough time to react, her lips stopped her on hers, closely kissing her, afterwards, the sharp and sweet sense of achohol gradually extended in her mouth.
Was she... mistaking her for her ex-boyfriend in drunkness?
She was trying to think it over, while her right hand slowly traced up, tightly holding her waist, with her left one unfastening the buckles on her outwear. The kiss, and the scent in the air was gradually growing furious, the shorter girl greedily sucked her lips, as if was going to take all possession of her.
She always held herself aloof, averse to the physical contact with others, even a slight handshake may sometimes sicken her, while now, she entirely didn't feel anything.
Only Miria... she is different.
After a few moments, she surprisingly found she was kissing her back, under the drunken girl undoing her very last underwear.
"Mmmmm..." Miria mildly moaned, with her kiss shifting into her delicate, radiant white neck. At last, she failed to hold back the flame burning inside, kissing her forehead, while insanely tearing her scanty shirt off.
The remaining sense instructed her, all of this was wrong. The relationship between them was just comrade in arms, which was just a feeling of appreciating, accompanied with cherishing each other, not, and no way becoming romance in lovers, yet now, they're behaving like passionately in love, their bodies tangling up.
The delirious girl was still on her, yet she harshly bursted her off, hoping to leave in quick. Without any consciousness, the girl had alreadly grabbed her wrist from the back, then taking the chance to throw her onto the bed.
"Please... Don't leave me alone..." She closely snuggled up to her, a few drops of tear streaming down through her face.