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Chapter 2 - Killer with cold blood

He laughed hard with eyes devoid of emotion, to lay down and smear his white shirt

He does not worry about what will happen to him that corresponds to the emptiness with her dead corpse next to it

Five minutes later, the police forcefully stormed the house while each of them pointed their guns at him

But that did not cause him alarm, it only made his smile expand, no more

« The police , put your hands on your head and do not try to make any suspicious movements. »

He looked at the person speaking who, without a doubt, was twice his size

Dark skin and grimy face does not bode well for him, which makes him betting that this policeman is holding his nerve so tightly to he not hit him.

He did what he commanded while raising his lips with a semi-smile, provoking them

His hands are cuffed to be brutally dragged, like someone who has robbed him of his human status, to be thrown into the car and surrounded on both sides by two conditions for fear of his escape

The detective looked at him behind the glass, how he was sitting comfortably while resting his legs on a table, indifferent to his heinous sin

She could not hold herself any longer, so she pressed hard on a box next to her intending to make this bastard admit

She headed to the interrogation room in which she was lying to open the door with her empty hand while she was carrying the box in the afterlife

She put him on the table in front of him to whistle while he looked at her from top to bottom

« Nice, I thought that monster was going to come. »

The detective stood by the door watching him from afar to laugh and crossed his fingers in an opposite position and raised them near his face.

« I am not preaching. »in a sarcastic tone, he addressed her to look toward his palms, which are shackled, indicating for her to sit in front of him

« Getting words out of me won't be easy while you're standing. »She ignored his provocative actions to produce four pictures and place them in front of him waiting for his opinion

Four pictures of four girls. Fouad interrupts anyone when he sees what their conditions have turned to

When he saw them, he quickly avoided looking at it

The sin might bite him from the inside

She took a breath, and after a long silence that invaded the air, I asked him to summarize what had been in her thoughts for a while

« Why did you kill them ? »

Her question provoked him for a while, so he removed the mask of smile from his face and changed his gaze to the left, thinking

He tried to find a justification for himself,

He tried to tell her, but something inside of him wanted to end the story here ,so the words vanish inside him.

So all he did was lower his eyes down and raise his shoulders in disinterest, backward, completing the play with the buttons and drawing a smile.

« Should there be a reason ? »

The policewoman lost her temper at that moment to Punch him strongly on his left paradise, how he treated people's lives with severe mockery

« You bastard, what is the sin of these women to water your hands with their blood ? »

« no no, do you not know detective , that an assault on a suspect may cause you to be discharged. »

I got out quickly before committing a felony against this villain

When I closed the door, his facial features froze, and he looked down, hiding his expressions

He wandered his mind away again to pass his hand on his hair weakly, trying not to recall what happened in these last months.

To open your eyes every day to the same cracking wall is boring .. right

Especially if it catches up with the loud voices of your parents

Just to make your headache worse

He got up from the bed with difficulty, fight his desire to return and lie down again

Scribbled his stomach as he yawned, the sleepiness still caressing his eyes

He left the room and headed to the kitchen where the sounds lurked

« Good morning, » he shouted out almost, interrupting the kids' quarrel between his parents

« Do you want juice ? » His mother asked him but yacoub refuse and steal his father's cup. « enough coffee for me mam »

She moved her head, dissatisfied with the habit he had acquired

« I will go out with the boys today, » he yawn again amid his words, sipping coffee, trying to dispel his desire to sleep.

« Do you see, all this is from staying up late on the Internet ? » She complained again And what yacoub can do just meet that silently

Although this conversation is repeated almost every day, his mother is still not convinced of his work on the Internet

« I will go to take a shower « He ran away before she opened her mouth again. He did not want to open the door to hell for himself

Took a quarter of an hour for a quick shower for him

So he randomly take a black shirt and one of his torn trousers that miraculously ran out of his mother's hands.

« I'm leaving, » he took the keys to the house and stamped his look with a hat that Covering his brown curly hair

Met raed his asian friend under the house in his car, who seems to have spent the whole day waiting, not just ten minutes.

He got up on the other side and noticed the new tattoo on Raed's neck, « It's really a bird this time. »

« Oh, that's proof of my freedom, man, » he replied in a semi-serious tone and nodding his head with a smile in his lips.

Start the car and head to the club where they usually meet their friends

He put an unusually quiet song to peek yacoub's looks from time to time

He couldn't hold himself any longer, to turn his eyes at his friend, revealing what was in his head, « You haven't told them yet. »

Yacoub's hideous face answered a question before he even opened his mouth

« What's wrong with you, don't spoil the mood from the beginning, you haven't heard the news of my expulsion yet, so why did you ask ? » yacoub sighed in his last words

He know his parents' answer before trying

« Come on, this is just a two-month trip, plus we won't go to a strange place. You told me that all your family is there, right. » Another Raed asked him, beckoning to him to confirm the correctness of his words.

« You should say that to them, not to me. »