Next day
In the past few days, I haven't been alone, but it feels like I'm trapped in a nightmare that won't end.
I am on leave for some days as I got injured last night, what happened last night was totally not abnormal for me, I am now aware of the fact that something is not right in this world.
Even the sleeping pills have given up on me, I find myself tossing and turning all night, unable to shake off the disturbing visions that plague my mind.
Amit suggested therapy, but I'm not sure if that's the solution.
The dreams are taking over my life, and I'm slowly losing my grip on reality.
The screaming, the eerie scenes that play out in my mind - it's becoming too much to handle.
Could this be the result of the recent incidents that have been happening? The old man's words keep echoing in my mind - is Ashur using me for his own motives? I can't say for sure, but one thing is certain - my life has become a living hell.
Anyway, I forgot to mention that Adarsh is now sent to a juvenile detention center, he is proven guilty.
Despite the overwhelming evidence against him, I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to the story than what met the eye.
Every time I looked into his eyes, I can feel something, it was like he is trying to say something, something like 'Please help me I am in the dark I need help'
It's difficult to explain, but there was something about the way he looked at me that made me believe there was more to him than what the evidence suggested.
It was as if he was trying to tell me something, trying to convey a message that only I could understand.
Perhaps it was just my imagination running wild, but I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that there was more to this case than what we knew.
Despite my colleagues' skepticism, I knew I had to dig deeper, to find the truth buried beneath the layers of lies and deceit.
But the question is how? How am I going to prove it even though we have strong evidence against him, could be possible that I am wrong and wasting time on him.
Maybe I should think about this man Rudra who likes to disappear in the air, but after that night I haven't seen him around me taking an eye on me.
Although Amit is kind of doubting me, that I haven't told him everything and lying to everyone about the conversation between me and Rudra.
Well, he is right about it.
Oh shit, How can I forget about this photograph, which the shopkeeper gave to me, I have to discuss it with Nitin about it, If this guy is the same guy who hanged himself then there could be a great chance to find the lead on this case.
To much work, and I kinda got confused about which should I focus on, dozens of files are on my desk, just lying in the dust.
Perhaps I should try reaching out to Amit for assistance.
However, despite my repeated calls, he seems preoccupied with his work and is not answering his phone.
Luckily, Amit had already submitted a request to the court, and it's only a matter of time before we receive the information about the professor.
I'm very sure that there must be a connection between them, and it's up to me to find it.
As I ponder the case, I suddenly realize that out of the six paintings, I've encountered two of them already, and following those paintings, we were able to uncover the truth behind a disturbing incident.
If my theory holds, then there must be a good chance of discovering another such incident among the remaining four paintings.
I still remember one of them, where severed human heads were impaled on spikes and blood was oozing from the wounds.
If such an event were to occur, it would send the entire city into chaos, causing mass panic and prompting residents to flee in droves.
This would be a catastrophic outcome, with dire consequences for our department and the community at large.
Just this morning, as I was walking to the local grocery store to pick up some supplies, I was dismayed to discover that they were closing down.
The owner, clearly fearful for the safety of his family, had decided that the risks of remaining in the area outweighed the benefits of doing business here.
Despite my assurances that we were doing everything in our power to investigate and prevent any further incidents, he was resolute in his decision to leave.
I can only imagine the fear and uncertainty that must be weighing heavily on the minds of those who are considering leaving.
Two weeks had passed since I stumbled upon those gruesome bodies, and just five days ago, we found yet another man who had been burned alive.
If the pattern from the paintings holds true, we should expect another victim within the next two days.
I can't predict the order in which these murders will occur, as the placement of the paintings doesn't seem to follow any specific sequence.
On the top row, there was a painting of a man who had been hanged, with several bodies buried beneath the floorboards.
But the third row contained the painting of the burned man, and there are still four more paintings left to be fulfilled, in no apparent order.
I am worried sick about the possibility of another murder taking place and have no idea how the next few days will unfold.
So far, no one has been reported missing, which means my theory could still be wrong.
But with each passing moment, the tension continues to mount, and I can't help but feel as though the clock is ticking.
Every time my phone rings, I feel a sense of dread in my stomach, wondering if it will be the call that confirms my fears.
I can only hope that the phone stays silent and that we are able to put a stop to this before it's too late
Maybe I should take out the battery, no I should throw it in the garbage or anywhere.
I think I am losing my mind I need a cigarette, where is it, where is it, I used to keep it in my pocket all the time.
Oh, I remember now, I smoked it all and I don't even know about it.
Well, time to buy some packets of cigarettes, wait where's my wallet, I keep it in my pocket all the time.
I keep almost my whole house in my pocket but now it's empty, like my fucking miserable life.
Ti..
Ti…Ti…
Ti…Ti…..Ti….
Fuck sake! Where's my phone, oh here it is!
As the phone rang incessantly, he searched frantically for it, his heart racing with dread.
Finally locating it, he answered it with a tremble in his voice.
"Please don't tell me, ok! I don't want to hear it," he muttered, fearing the worst.
Confused, Amit asked, "What sir, what are you talking about?"
"We found another pack of dead bodies, isn't it?" he replied in a strained voice.
Amit paused for a moment, then said, "Are you all right, sir?"
Realizing his mistake, he let out a sigh of relief. "So we didn't, oh thank God! I was calling you all the time," he said, relieved.
Amit then informed him of the progress on the warrant they had filed in court.
"We will get it soon, sir. But there's something important I need to tell you right now," Amit said urgently.
"What?"
"Turn on your TV," Amit replied.
As he turned on the TV, he muttered, "Is he murdering live?"
"No, just turn on a news channel," Amit replied impatiently.
A news anchor covering the daily news as his eyes got on her
"Wow, she is hot!"
"Foсus on the news, sir,"
"All right, all right, I am completely focused"
As he listened to the news anchor, a sudden chill ran down his spine when she began discussing an astronomical event that was likely to occur in the next few weeks.
As he dug deeper, he discovered that scientists had discovered a half-moon-sized meteor on a way of collision course with Earth.