'what is happening to this city'
His head was spinning. Though Ujjain is not a peaceful city still deaths are rare. Most conflicts end verbally or if the parties involved in the conflict are influential a small gang war may take place.
Still, it's human nature to be jealous and in jealousy, people forget about the consequences and kill. He himself had caught some killers but in his whole career he had never came across a murderer this cruel.
Five bodies have already been discovered in a similar state like the first one discovered in the jungle. He was observing the fifth body. No matter how many times he saw the face of these deceased victims he couldn't help but feel fear towards the murderer.
Moreover, he wasn't wasting his time thinking for apparent reasons for the deaths. He never liked firing arrows in dark, he would wait for the forensic team to recreate the victim's faces before making any further assumptions. And he was sure that soon the case will be taken away by him. Some higher up will pass this case to a decorated crime branch officer, after all, five deaths and all in this weird way is not a common feat. Either the killer is retarded or he has absolute faith in his ability to get away from the clutches of the police.
"Sir your phone."
He suddenly snapped out of his thought and glanced at his junior.
"Sir your phone is ringing."
He looked at his phone it was indeed ringing, he was so immersed in his thinking that he didn't even hear his phone ringing. He looked apologetically at his junior and glanced at the screen of his phone.
It read 'Shrimati Ji'
It was his wife's call. He ended the call he was in no mood to talk, the events of today we're too much for him. What he needed now was silence and time to calm himself.
He was silently cursing God, why did all these things have to happen on Diwali.
"I am going back to the police station, two constables will remain here till the ambulance arrives, rest all can finish the paperwork and return."
He turned and left the site.
After an hour or so all constables left the area except two, who decided to wait for the ambulance.
But the constables didn't know that a pair of eyes were constantly watching every move they made, with a knife in his hand.
The person moved slowly towards the constables while hiding in the cover of trees,
and began waiting silently for an opportunity
He didn't have to wait long as one of the constables started walking towards him, well towards the cover of the trees to relieve himself.
He waited silently for the constable to pass by him deeper into the forest, away from the sight of the other constable.
The constable ignorant of all this continued to go deeper in the jungle while the man silently kept following. The constable checked his surrounding lazily and then as he was to start relieving himself he felt a cold sharp thing resting on his neck.
Even before he could struggle a hand covered his mouth and the knife sunk deeper into his neck making a clean horizontal cut leaving him with no means to take in oxygen.
The man then placed the knife on the constable's back and then quickly ended the life of the constable with multiple strikes.
He then began painting the mouth of the dead constable.
After finishing his work and looking satisfied, the figure left without even looking back.