In the dark night of December, he was standing firm in front of ‘Vilas Villa’. He was holding a lantern which was illuminating the surrounding upto few yards. He had covered his body by white shawl yet the cool breeze of December was piercing his skin. He had a wrinkled old face and he smelt like a carcass.
He had been protecting Vilas Villa for last twenty years and not a single man had entered in the villa without being in his scrutiny. The entire village used to sing his loyalty he had for the house.
Few meters away,a man in black overcoat was passing through the street. He had a compass shaped electronic device in his hand. He was constantly looking at it. It was beeping slowly and red light in it was twinkling at times. As he moved forward, beeps began to grow louder and frequent and finally turned into a loud continuous beep. He found himself in front of the building. Nameplate on it read ‘Vilas Villa’. He looked through the gates and moved forward to open it. ‘Yes, this is the place.’ He thought. Suddenly he felt an eerie sensation on his back. As he turned back ‘No…’ a loud shriek of the man killed the silence of the surrounding.
‘Where is the body?’ The chief investigator asked his assistant. He nodded towards the forensic lab. Chief investigator looked at the naked man lying over a bed. He was stabbed on his back. ‘Any suspects?’ Investigator asked wiping his forehead.
‘We have got the killer, sir.’ His assistant replied.
‘Who is that?’
‘The guard of the house. He claims that this man tried to thieve the house last night and when he caught him red-handed he began to run away. He followed him and stabbed his back.’
‘Is he in our custody?’
‘Good and have we got any ID of this man?’
‘Not yet, but we will get it very soon, sir.’
‘I need to visit the crime scene. Inform me if you get anything.’
Half an hour later Investigator was dead, stabbed on his back, lying on the street, in front of the ‘Vilas Villa’ His phone had one voicemail.
‘Negative sir, don’t approach the crime scene. We have got the ID of the man, he was the parapsychologist and the killer is not in the locker.’
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