[First of all, it's very common, every second day these news channels came up with this bullshit and it's nothing special.
I have seen it once when they were discussing the earth was going to explode like a balloon because of global warming.
These guys can do anything for the sake of TRP]
Well, these are the words of Amit, he thought it is nothing but a mere coincidence and nothing else.
But my views on this news are quite different, after witnessing such an unexplainable thing that happened to me in the last couple of days, I am definitely sure about it, going to happen.
I still remember that day, I was literally got hit by a massive rock, It was a really bizarre experience for me or anyone at that place.
Is it really the world is going to end, I don't know why but I just felt good about it, something inside of me is quite excited about it.
The thought of the world ending always made me feel alive and I always wanted to watch the end.
I know it's sound really depressing but it is what it is.
Hold on!
So this is about it, isn't it?
I get it now
It exactly knows everything about me
Whoever is behind this, is trying to tell me something,
Did it know about the fascination with my world ending, maybe I am just overthinking.
Fuck it! Right now I need to find out whether we got a report of a missing person or not
Oh shittttttttttttttt! My leg, I can't even walk properly, just I have to reach it to my car
I have done it before and I can do it again, all I have to just walk down the stairs it's not that hard I have done it thousands of times but my leg.
As I looked around, the silence was deafening.
It was a stroke of luck that a kind stranger had helped me descend the stairs this morning, but the pain in my ankles was now unbearable.
Every step I took felt like a knife twisting into my flesh, freezing my body with searing agony.
I tried to steel myself and take another step, but the pain was too much to bear.
Currently, we didn't get any missing person report yet, but I am dam sure we will have the news about it.
It is a matter of time before we discover another disaster in this city and I can't do anything, literally, I don't have any clue how am I going to stop that from happening.
However, I need to check those paintings in the last four of them, but this stair in front of me is like the hardest challenge I ever encountered.
But my right leg ankle is causing so much pain, and it's recently started this is making me hard to walk
Still, I gotta go, but right now the biggest challenge in front of me is getting down those stairs.
I think I should call Amit for help maybe he can help me but he would suggest or even force me to not leave the house and rest
Although he is right about it, I should rest
But I don't know why there is something inside of me telling me that something is about to happen in this city I can feel it, another sorrowful news is about to come and I have to stop it.
I need to find a support or maybe a crutch to walk down there, let's see what I got, in my whole house there is nothing that can be used in the place of the crutch.
As I surveyed the obstacle before me, I knew I would have to make a difficult choice.
My right leg had been injured, leaving me with no choice but to hobble forward on my left.
With a deep breath, I grasped the handle and leaped forward, landing awkwardly on the next step.
Each jump was a test of my strength and determination, but I refused to give up.
I gritted my teeth and pushed forward, determined to conquer this challenge.
Well, now I need to get my car, after more than fifteen minutes of strangling all over the ground, I finally in my car.
As I approached the department, my phone rang, jarring me from my thoughts. I hesitated to answer, fearing the news that awaited me.
With a deep breath, I finally picked up, only to confirm my worst fears - a woman in her late thirties had been reported missing for over sixteen hours.
According to reports, she was last seen leaving the grocery store and had walked all the way to her home alone.
As I rush to the department, my mind races with the grim news of the missing woman.
It has been almost sixteen hours since she vanished, and her sons are growing increasingly worried.
It seems someone has abducted her on her way home from the grocery store. Her elder son reported her missing half an hour ago, and they have been frantically searching for her ever since.
They scoured the area around the shop, speaking to locals and reaching out to relatives, but no one has seen her.
Last time she was witnessed by the shopkeeper who sold her some vegetables and then after that, she got to disappear.
A sense of alarm has gripped our team, adding further strain to an already overwhelming situation.
Nitin is struggling to sustain his efforts to encourage and assist the missing woman's son, whom he pledged to reunite with his mother at all costs.
Meanwhile, I remain a spectator, but my intuition compels me to investigate the paintings.
If my hypothesis holds true, I am definitely sure that I will find a portrayal of that missing woman, lifeless and still.
As I am walking toward the evidence room, my heart was racing, through the bottom of my heart I want to prove myself wrong that my theory is nothing but just a spectacle
Here I am standing in front of the box in which these paintings are kept safe, all I have to just open it and check whether I am right or wrong.
Here I opened the lid and at the top, I found that first painting that I encountered for the first time
And the second one, Oh my god it's so disgusting, I can't believe that anyone can imagine such a thing.
The second artwork evokes a sense of revulsion as it portrays multiple human heads impaled on spikes, blood gushing from their wounds.
The third piece depicts a woman and her child, holding the hand of their deceased mother, whose life was brutally taken by a blade that drained her body of blood.
The painting conveys a hauntingly emotionless visage, capturing the heart-wrenching aftermath of a merciless act of violence.
The fourth painting depicts an excruciatingly agonizing scene of a man being flayed alive, his anguished screams vividly captured in the image.
Even though it is just a painting, the brutality of such an act is so gut-wrenching that one cannot help but feel deeply disturbed and empathize with the unimaginable pain inflicted on the victim.
The fifth one is about the man being burned alive which we recently found it.
The final artwork is equally distressing, depicting the barbaric act of three people being buried alive in the ground, while a man coldly shovels soil over them, sealing their fate.
The gravity of this brutal and merciless act is captured in vivid detail, eliciting a deep sense of horror and disgust.
Such atrocities serve as a stark reminder of the darkness that can lurk within humanity, and the urgent need for compassion, justice
And yes there is one woman who can be shown in this painting.
Hold on!
As I examined the six paintings closely, I couldn't help but notice a sign of a mark on the head of the woman in the last artwork.
The sharp, precise mark was a testament to the painter's dedication to achieving perfection and capturing every intricate detail of the subject's features.
Despite the son's description of his mother being in her sixties, I observed two paintings that featured women, one of whom appeared to be much younger.
However, the final painting seemed to align more closely with the son's description, depicting a woman who appeared to be in her sixties.
The attention to detail in this painting was remarkable, from the subtle lines etched on her face to the intricacies of her clothing and surroundings.
It became increasingly evident that the artist had put immense effort into creating these pieces, perhaps even obsessively striving for accuracy in their depictions.
My theory had been shattered when I compared the photo submitted by the son to the painting that showed the mark on the woman's head.
There was no evidence of such a mark in the photograph, leading me to question the accuracy of my deductions.
Although I had hoped to prove my theory wrong, I felt a sense of unease and confusion about my findings.
There was a nagging feeling that I was missing something crucial, a piece of the puzzle that could explain the inconsistencies between the paintings and the submitted photo.
Upon closer examination of the paintings, I realized that the two women depicted were indeed different.
One was visibly younger than the other, while the other one had similar physical attributes to the son's description.
Yet, the details didn't entirely align with the photo, leaving me with a sense of disorientation and uncertainty.
I need to talk to her son.