At the end of the streets, filled with dirty and starving people was the scene of the crime. The police had already gotten hear before me, and had set a perimeter around the house. Unlike most crime scenes, there was no one mulling about outside, out of curiosity. They were used to this kind of stuff. I pushed past a few policemen who were around the house. Inside, I found a massive blood trail, leading from the kitchen to the bedroom. Inside the bedroom, the entire outside wall was missing, and no signs of a body. In the kitchen, one of the womdows was broken, and all of the knives were gone.
“Hey!” Someone said behind me. I turned around and saw a large man trying to intimidate me. He was wearing full body armour with a tag that said,”NB-213”. “What are you doing here?” The man asked. “I’m a detective.” I responded. “I’m here on orders from the department of justice.” The man inspected me closely. “Well, it seems like you’re right.” He said, inspecting my own tag. He then turned and left the room, but before I could continue in the investigation, I heard the jets of approaching ships outside.
As I ran outside, I saw multiple carriers landing on the burnt surface. Each with the regime's logo prominently on their side. “What’s going on?!” I shouted to NB-213. “The Father has taken a particular interest in this case. He sent me, and these regiments of death troopers to investigate. Now get out of the way, and get to your own job.” He said, nudging me away. I quickly went back to the house, wondering why The Immortal Father would take an interest in such a small scale case.
Inside, I began to search the area for footprints, or other clues for what kind of person we’re looking for. Despite this, I found that there was no identifying features at the scene of the crime. The next thing I looked for, was the victim. Because the regime higher ups never payed much attention to the slums, there was no way of telling who the victim was. All their neighbours wouldn’t talk about them. They only said that the victim was a notorious shut in. Soon, we started sending blood samples to the labs in order to get any form of information on the victim.
While I found food in a nearby building, I was soon approached by a young female whose name tag read “ZN-990”. As she sat across from me, I saw the other people in the cafe beginning to to look strangely at her, some even glaring at her, for multiple seconds, before returning to their activities. “Hi!” She said cheerfully, as she sat in front of me. I barely acknowledge her , and simply giving a brief nod before continuing to eat. “I heard you were here to investigate the recent murder!” She continued. “Yeah, What about it?” I responded. “Well, I think I might have some information that might be useful to you.” She slid a less advanced-looking chip across the table to me.” This should be able to help you.” He then got up and left.
“Hey!” I shouted running out of the cafe, but by the time I had started looking, she had already vanished into the crowd. I ran back into the cafe, and picked up the chip she had left me, but before I could do anything with it, I saw NB-213 walking up to me in the crowd. “Hey! The blood tests just came back, and the police sent me to come find you. Come on!” He led me to one of the landing ships still outside the crime scene. Inside, we were all crowded around a small screen as the result came in. Although they were mostly inconclusive, all results had the same underlying theme. Whatever it belonged to was not human, or event sentient. It was just the blood of an animal that was found commonly in the area.
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