Ch1 – Silent Mansion

It was a cold night of summer of June 12th, Sunday, 3 AM.

The full moon loomed over the dark mansion, the wind gently caressed the trees inside the garden. Outside of the mansion were police cars and their sirens lit in red and blue. Soon a small car drove fast from the corner and stopped abruptly in front of the mansion.

The door of the car swung open and the five detectives emerged.

Klancy, the head detective was first to exit. The man showed extraordinary confidence in his walk. He wore silky yellow robe, reminiscent of the titular detectives from famous novels.

Afterwards Hellen the novice female detective exited the car cautiously.

The mischievous Fushichin exited the car with a smile while brushing his red hair with his fingers then the stingy tongued Galtomor followed him.

And finally the serious Salim exited as well.

Klancy showed his badge to the cops and pressed on into the mansion.

The other four followed him.

When entering the main hall Klancy’s eyes fell upon the woman who sat miserably at the bottom of the staircase.

One of the cops, Joey, was near the entrance of the mansion.

"Is that the woman who called us?" asked Klancy.

"Yes. Her name is Marian, sir." said Joey quickly.

Hellen, the youngest of the five detectives, rushed to Marian’s side.

"Are you okay? Please don’t feel depressed! We will find whoever did this to your husband!" said Hellen with confidence.

Hellen gently held Marian’s hand and smiled reassuringly. But the woman pulled her hands away

“What will that bring to me? He…is gone, forever. He was just…laughing, talking, playing, just a few hours ago. And now he is replaced by that…thing on the bed. It’s disgusting, horrible!

Marian’s face shifted from sad to horrified when she uttered more words. Then she started sobbing.

Hellen nodded.

"I know that a dead body looks disgusting. I have seen it, multiple times. But I think those who have taken a person’s life, are the truly disgusting ones.”

Saying that to her, Hellen rushed upstairs. The four detectives followed Hellen.

The five detectives soon reached the bedroom. On the bed was a man whose chest was bloodied. A black shaft was sticking out of the man’s body. The man was wearing some sort of a lab coat. His boots were clean dark.

Fushichin eagerly trotted like a child and arrived in front of the victim.

He peered into his pale face.

"Is he what, 45 or so years old?" asked Fushichin while his eyes scanned the contents of the room.

"47 years old." said the female cop Juniper from the corner of the room, far away from the body.

Juniper was one of the cops who arrived at the crime scene early and was assigned to watch the body.

Fushicin sighed but closed his eyes with elegance and spoke.

"Well, it’s not the worst age to die. After 50, a person’s body gets old, they become ugly and cling to hoarded up money and relationships to survive. It’s good that he died as a middle aged man. May his death give room for the new generation to thrive!"

Fusichin ended his speech with an optimistic smile. Seeing his clown like face, Hellen frowned, her blue eyes sharp and deadly.

"Shut the fuck up Fushibitch! A person just died. And you’re saying that’s a good thing? Do you always have to say all this twisted shit?!" roared Hellen as she approached him while pointing her finger.

Fushichin looked back at Hellen with a mischievous smile. He poked his own white cheek with his thin finger.

"Good and bad, that’s all just perceptions of the mind. Death is neither good nor bad. Life is not good nor bad.”

Fushichin looked pondering, he waved his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

“To be honest, I don’t even know what is good and what is bad. I am just like an innocent child. And children surely like to run their mouths. Forgive me, Hellen chan, hehe.”

"Disgusting!" yelled Hellen and took her eyes away from him, as if refusing to acknowledge a monster.

"Good grief. We’re supposed to be a team, you know. Can’t you people at least behave in front of the cops and the household members.” asked Klancy, clearly tired of the squabble.

"Hey, I’m just being honest, I am being truthful about my opinions and the things I want to say." said Fusichin defensively.

"You people try to cancel the sounds and noises you wish to not hear and use your manners, disciplines and moralities to do so. Isn’t that just cruel and unjust?" said Fushichin as he happily eyed his fellow detectives who had gathered in the room.

"We’re not here to hear your rant about how we live in a society. You’ve been preaching about that type of bullshit ever since you joined the agency. Please resist speaking your mind and make this investigation a peaceful one." scolded Galtomor while wagging his finger towards him.

Salim did not care for the argument. He casually asked "What is the victim’s name? The time of death?"

"His name is Tenma Sushihara. According to our medical team, the victim died between 21 PM to 23 PM. The cause of death is two stab wounds to the heart. No strange or life threatening substance was found in the victim’s body." said Juniper with a sad face.

"Two stab wounds, eh? So, it’s not a suicide?" asked Fushicin quizzingly.

"Why would it be a suicide in the first place?" asked Hellen, confused.

"Middle age crisis. It happens to the best of us." said Fushichin.

Klancy’s face showed disappointment and embarrassment at those words.

"Or maybe it’s the fact that our cops and investigators like to call things a suicide simply because it’s the easiest answer." said Fushichin happily.

Hellen bit her lips and frowned at him with daggery eyes.

"Were there any fingerprints on the knife?" asked Klancy

"Only Tenma the victim’s fingerprints were on it." said Juniper.

"I’m gonna pull the murder weapon out." said Salim.

Nobody objected so Salim dropped the suitcase he was holding and opened it up. From inside of it he wore yellow gloves and approached the body on the bed. Carefully he pulled from the handle and the red shaft came sliding out of the body.

“Hmm, it appears that it’s a kitchen knife.” said Salim.

"Hey, who cooks food in this house? I’m assuming these rich folks have a servants or something, call them." ordered Fushichin towards Juniper with his chin.

A little bit annoyed, Juniper went out.