Dr. Matilda Honey has dedicated her whole life to helping children, especially those with The Shining, children with special abilities as she was. For many years, she has actively contributed in Eleven Foundation, an organization dedicated to suppor...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Shining among Darkness
By WingzemonX
Chapter 18 The Detective of the Dead
On the right wall of the hall was the door of a room, wide open. On the floor were some yellow police flags, and a large puddle of red and dense blood, already then dry and darkened. On the left wall was a large brown splatter, accompanied by other debris not pleasant to the eye. Luckily, there was no trace of the body. Surely it was resting on the hospital morgue table, waiting for authorization to take him if they did not practice the official autopsy right there. The scene in question would have to be cleaned during the day, considering the kind of place where such a horrific act had taken place. Still, it was clearly not the immediate priority of the police at that time.
"Oh, God," Cody exclaimed for mere reflection and looked away nervously.
"Are you impressed by blood, professor?" Cole asked with a rather serious tone coming from him.
"Not especially. It's more because... it's the scene of a murder..."
That was where the police officer had died with a single shot. Even without the body, it was quite impressive to see those spots and also part of its silhouette drawn on the pool of blood.
Cody took a deep breath. Matilda approached him and ran his hand over his arm, comfortingly.
"Why don't you watch and let us know if the officer is coming?" Matilda whispered softly.
Cody inhaled deeply again and then nodded. Without saying anything, he returned in his own steps and moved far enough from the yellow line. He stood behind the nearest corner, watching the hall cautiously.
"He's okay?" Asked Cole worriedly. "If I had known that this kind of thing affected him like this..."
"It's not like that," Matilda replied bluntly and glanced at him. "They don't affect him as much as you think. He simply tries to avoid strong emotions like this as much as possible. So those images don't stay in his head and become... nightmares..."
Again Cole was curious, but he sensed that it was better to leave it that way.
The detective made the police line up to go to the other side, and then move cautiously towards the heart of the crime scene.
"Are you sure you can pass?" Matilda asked, trying to hide her curiosity as much as possible.
"I'm a cop, do you forget it?" Cole replied and then focused on his own.
Matilda still didn't understand what he intended to do precisely. He began to walk cautiously, in the style and rhythm that maybe was taught at the Police Academy to move into a crime scene. Cole circled the pool of blood and squatted down to see it up close. Then, he turned his head toward the splatter on the wall, stopped a few seconds there, and continued moving. His eyes traveled to the ceiling, move to the other side, and then down the open door. He looked at the door for a moment, maybe half a minute, and then stood up abruptly and advanced on it. He took a handkerchief from his pocket to cover his hand and took the knob on the door to close it gently. Matilda was tempted to ask if he could do that, but a part of her shouted in her head to keep quiet.
