vocab+christy

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Getting used to the darkness, I stared at the //__**dusk**__// side of the room. I could make out a figure in the dark, but it wasn't any figure.... This metallic smell..... Blood? My arms blindly looked for the power switch. No matter what, I had to get the lights on.=====

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I gasped at the scene in front of me. Without a second thought, I shrieked, signalling everyone in the house. Rampage of footsteps started getting louder and louder. The moment they opened the door, the same reaction replayed.=====

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The police had surrounded the whole area, taping the marked zone with yellow tapes. Aunt Bertha was shivering, suffering from mental **//__turmoil__//.** Well, what do you expect from someone who had never seen a corpse before? I could only watch the //__**ancestral**__// clock ticking. I just wished that this would be over soon. I couldn't bare the suffocating smell of blood. Not anyone's blood....=====

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As I arrived in the scene of crime, I inhaled a deep breath and closed my eyes. I had to prepare to look at the corpse of...her. As my eyes opened slowly, I observed every details about the corpse. My eyes twitched, as I saw a mistake the police had missed.=====

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I politely said, "Sir, this is my //__**kindred**__// you're investigating on and I expected a better deduction than this. Now, how am I supposed to trust you when your subordinates have missed lots of clues?"=====

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With a much harsher tone, I continued, "I don't accept any half-ass investigation. This is something you, polices, should be serious about. Don't you feel any //__**contempt**__// for the coward who had done such //__**abhorrent**__// crime?!"=====

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He continued, "This is the symbol of a famous assassin that has been very active these past few months. We kept this kind of cases ended with suicide so that none of your members have to get into more trouble....." I could only look at him dumbfounded.=====