Chapter 595 Bad Feeling
Lucian stood in front of Melissa's door, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He had been walking the halls of the inn, searching for something, or someone. And now he had found what he was looking for.
He didn't knock or say anything. He simply stood there, staring at the door, as if contemplating whether to enter or not. His mind was elsewhere, lost in thought, and he didn't notice the small sound of movement behind the door.
Inside the room, Melissa sat up in bed, her heart racing. She had heard the creaking of the floorboards outside her door and had instinctively reached for the pillow on his bed. She didn't know who was outside, and she wasn't about to take any chances. 'Is it Fein? But it was him or Melissa they would have already called out...'
Due to the recent suicide incidents, Fein warned her to be careful.
She peered through the peephole and saw a tall, blonde-haired man with blue eyes standing outside her door. He looked charming but Melissa felt a vague unsettling feeling from him. He looks familliar but she couldn't place him. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should call out to him or just wait and see what he wanted.
But before she could make up her mind, the man turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. Melissa sat back on her bed, her heart still pounding in her chest. She didn't know who that man was or what he wanted, but she knew one thing for sure - she wasn't safe in the house.
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Fein had been investigating the recent suicide cases for days now, tirelessly questioning witnesses and scouring the area for any clues. As he walked down the street, he suddenly felt a foreboding feeling, as if something was not quite right. He couldn't quite place a finger on what it was, but the feeling was strong and persistent.
He paused for a moment, looking around to see if anything was amiss. But everything seemed normal - people going about their daily business, vendors selling their wares, and the hustle and bustle of the city continuing as usual.
Despite this, the feeling of unease continued to gnaw at him. Fein couldn't shake the sense that something bad was about to happen. He tried to push it aside and focus on the investigation, but the feeling persisted and only grew stronger with each passing moment.
As he made his way back to the station, Fein tried to shake the feeling off once more. But as he walked through the door, he could see that something was definitely wrong. The room was abnormally quiet, with the usual chatter of his colleagues absent. They all seemed to be staring at something on the computer screens, and as he approached, he could see the headlines:
"Explosion rocks downtown district, multiple casualties reported."
Fein's heart sank as he realized that the feeling of foreboding had been warning him of this tragedy. He knew that he had to act quickly to investigate and find out what had happened, but a part of him couldn't shake the feeling that more danger was yet to come.
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Fein was sitting in his room, going through the notes and evidence collected from the case about explosion rocks. His mind was racing, trying to connect the dots and find a common thread among them. Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation, a feeling of unease creeping up on him. He couldn't quite explain it, but something felt off.
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Maybe he was just overthinking things. He got up from his chair and decided to take a walk around the castle grounds. As he walked, he couldn't shake off the feeling of foreboding that was still present in his gut.
He decided to go and visit his mother, Melissa, who had been staying in her room for the past few days. Ever since Fein had returned to the castle to investigate the suicide cases, Melissa had been avoiding him. Fein knew that something was bothering her, but she refused to talk about it.
Fein reached his mother's room and knocked on the door. There was no answer, so he knocked again. Still no answer. He tried the doorknob, and to his surprise, it was unlocked. Fein slowly opened the door and peered inside.
His heart sank as he saw Melissa standing on a chair, with a noose around her neck. Without thinking, Fein teleported to her side and caught her just as she was about to jump off the chair. He gently lowered her to the ground and removed the noose from her neck.
Melissa was trembling, tears streaming down her face. Fein hugged her tightly and whispered soothing words to her. He couldn't believe that his own mother had tried to take her own life.
After Melissa had calmed down, Fein noticed a piece of paper lying on the floor. It was a suicide note, written by Melissa. Fein's heart sank as he read the words, his eyes filling up with tears. He couldn't imagine what his mother must have been going through to even consider taking such a drastic step.
As Fein read the note, Melissa began to speak. "I don't know what came over me, Fein. I don't remember much, but I do remember talking to a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was very kind to me, and I felt like I could trust him." Google search ๐ณ๐ฏe๐๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ทo๐ทel. cเซฆ๐
Fein's mind immediately went into overdrive. He had heard similar descriptions of a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes from some of the witnesses in the suicide cases. Fein immediately determined that the man was really the culprit. Although there's no evidence... the witnesses all points at him.
Fein made a mental note to investigate further and find out more about this mysterious boy. He couldn't let anyone else fall prey to whatever was causing these suicides. He hugged his mother once again, promising her that he would find out what was going on and put a stop to it.
Fein's hand trembled in anger. The blond man knew that he was investigating him. He even targeted Melissa, which was something Fein wouldn't let slide.
'I need Voli to stay beside my mom for a while.'
As Fein left his mother's room, his mind was filled with thoughts and questions. Who was this boy with blonde hair and blue eyes? Was he the cause of the suicides? And most importantly, how could he stop him before it was too late?