Skedale Forest
"So why are we here?" asked Mr. Robert.
"I got a wire today morning. It precisely mentioned this location and mentioned that he had to tell something on the case of Murder of Mr. Harry" replied Detective Rhode.
"If this is a false wire, then I would make sure…" and Detective Rhode was cut short before he could complete his sentence. They had just entered the designated room.
"I won't disappoint you," said a voice. There was a distinctive figure seated in the chair. The room was not well-lit, but Detective Rhode could see his face.
"What light can you shed upon the case?" asked Detective Rhode as he steadily moved forward.
"Take a seat, sir. And do not interfere when words come out of my mouth, else, you would have a hard time keeping the fame, detective."
Detective Rhode took a seat and Mr. Robert stood near him. The guy in the chair took a deep breath and began the tale.
"Mr. Harry was walking on the winding paths of the Garden of Skedale. I could see he was giving some fricking funny dance moves! He saw a guy from his position, jumping on the wall, and approaching him.
It was clear that Mr. Harry realized the trouble surmounting on him. He ran towards the side gate and hid behind the walls. He anxiously waited for Mr. Ozaki to cross the gate while pursuing him. As soon as, he crossed the gate, Mr. Harry, gave a good heavy punch. Blood came out of Ozaki's nose.
He said, "Is that all you have got, Ozaki? I thought you could survive this blow. Ah! I forgot you have a weak body…" and with his irreplaceable ironical sense of humor, he gave another kick to Ozaki's stomach.
Ozaki, on the other hand, had a better way to turn their opponents' advantages to his. Mr. Harry's leg was retreating after placing the kick but made unfortunate contact with the knife of Ozaki. Blood oozed out of the opening, and Mr. Harry gave an elbow shot and left Ozaki on the ground. He sprinted into the wilderness, the Skedale Forest.
Run Harry run, Ozaki is behind you.
With these words, Ozaki stood and continued the chase.
Mr. Harry, the only son of Sir Ivans. He was going to be a billionaire, it was all over the paper. He was in New Jersey, had to come here to accept the responsibility, and of course the money. No wonder, the papers are now flooded with the news of the death of Mr. Harry!
Sorry, I drifted away a bit. No wonder, the cut on the leg had a vast impact on Mr. Harry slowing down ultimately. He heard footsteps approaching him. He turned back to see the face of Ozaki, still hot in his trail. Mr. Harry devised a new plan, he took a firm stand, looked at Ozaki. Ozaki lifted the knife, his hand was in the air. As he neared Mr. Harry, he felt a force on his weak stomach, he saw himself going into the air entirely. He looked below, Mr. Harry had lifted him with his legs, while his back was on the ground completely, resting on the autumn leaves. He felt the thrust pushing him away. Ozaki saw a final idea to finish him off. He freed the knife from his hand. Gravity gave it the direction. Mr. Harry's chest was exactly beneath.
I would now open the floor for the questions, if you may have any, Detective Rhode." He ended with a grin on his face.
"Um, ok, so you were some random guy, who persued this chase, right? And what happened to the stabbed body of Mr. Harry? Ozaki, say the truth, or else, the bullet goes into your head" threatened Detective Rhode.
"Calm down, Detective Rhode. He is not Ozaki. That's a dummy on the chair." Detective Rhode heard a familiar voice from his back.
"You were murdered, right?"
"Yeah, that's what you and the paper say. Did the tale had somewhere, that I am dead?" and a smirk passed through his lips.
- Siba Smarak Panigrahi
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