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"Yesterday morning, someone found the body of a young girl in an

abandoned building in the Phra Khanong area. They hit her face repeatedly
with bricks, tied her arms behind her back, and there were signs of rape.
Police officers and forensic teams examined the scene and said they could
not identify the victim because she was not carrying anything to identify
her.”

'The discovery of the body of a young woman who was murdered yesterday
morning was reported. Journalists from each agency used recording
cameras, both image and video, and attempted to capture the scene of the
incident. Although they later deleted the images of the body before showing
it, they also attempted to film the crime scene where the area was cordoned
off with yellow tape, preventing entry to unrelated people.'

Each news program tried to present a different perspective from that of

other channels, to achieve its own ratings. Some had 3D simulations to

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show the state of the wounds on the deceased's face. Every corner of the
crime scene was filmed as if they were searching for circumstantial
evidence, as if they were agents conducting their own investigation. And
now one of the TV stations' news programs was gaining popularity,
especially when the news anchor talked about important topics.

That was the turning point of the case.

'Currently, there are several Internet users on social media who are sharing
their opinions about the state of the body of the victim who was brutally
beaten in the face and had her hands tied behind her back to prevent her
from defending herself. These murders resemble the serial murders of 18
years ago'

'They took the life of a young woman by hitting her in the face until she
died"

'She had both hands tied behind her back, as if she didn't want the victim to
be able to defend herself’

'And the choice of day and time to act, only at night when it rains'

So that the young girls of that year would be afraid, no one dared to leave
the house when it rained. Although they were not the victims, the next
morning someone would find the body of a young woman. Her faces were
beaten until they were crushed, causing fear in the community.

As soon as the news broke, it set off a storm on social media like a mini
storm, with harsh criticism over the factual accuracy of the case. People
began to compare the similarities and differences in the state of the bodies.
Some even asked where the killer was imprisoned. And since social trends
wanted to know, the media could not let this topic pass.

'Mr. Wisut Saengkhao, accused of serial murder 18 years ago, has been
released. The death penalty was reduced to 80 years in prison. After Mr.
Wisut had good behavior, his sentence was reduced again to just 18 years
and he was released two months ago'

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Mr. Wisut's face appeared on the screen. He was a man of about forty, with
sunken eyes, sunken cheeks, and a thin mustache. His face was disgusted by
what had happened since he had created fear in society before and was the
author of a serial murder that hit a young woman in the face until she died,
leaving 7 victims.

Police responded to the crime scene to conduct an investigation. Lieutenant

Tul arrived at the scene twenty minutes after the inspector contacted her to
join the investigation team. Several police officers controlled the
surroundings to block strangers, especially the media, who were slowly
beginning to arrive. Two or three journalists bombarded everyone who
arrived at the crime scene with questions.

“How is the state of the body?”

“Was the victim attacked?”

“At this moment I don't know, I'll know when I go to see the scene.”

The lieutenant who was intercepted and asked questions, responded

evasively before passing through the yellow barrier and entering. She
witnessed objects all over the surrounding area, inside an abandoned 8-story
building after building only the ground floor pillar frame. Lieutenant Tul's
eyebrows furrowed when she saw one of the forensic officers taking
photographs of the evidence on the cement floor. There were underwear
scattered. Not far away, there was a high-heeled shoe with the strap untied
at the ankle. The sight made Tul unable to help but imagine the horror the
victim had to face.

“Lieutenant Tul, have you just arrived? Come here.”

The inspector was not far away, with Lieutenant Jew, who had also been
summoned and had arrived not long ago. Tul walked past several agents
toward an area that might have been built for a building elevator. There
were wheelbarrows of cement abandoned by workers and construction

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materials piled up against the walls. Not far away, forensic doctors
surrounded the victim's body.

“Inspector, the victim…”

“She was also raped, huh..”

Inspector Pichet, who took personal responsibility for the case, looked at
the place where her panties and high heels were left.

“The perpetrator most likely attacked her in that area. It's possible that she
fought back and tried to escape before ending up here, about five meters
away.”

The lieutenant who had just been called after her punishment was over,
sighed. Tul looked around in front of the entrance and the noise of a large
number of journalists could still be heard, even though the surrounding
conditions were not conducive to the meeting because the ground was wet
from the storm the night before.

“Could it be that there are still traces of the perpetrator out there? Car tires
or... shoe prints.”

“That's how it is. Inspector, I will immediately inform the inspection team,"

Lieutenant Jew was quick to add to his superior's assumption, which

Inspector Pichet also agreed with. As soon as she received the order, Jew
ran out and reported to the inspection team to find evidence. If they were
lucky enough to find shoe prints, they might be able to identify the culprit.

“It seems that the coroners are about to begin an autopsy. Let's hear it first,
okay?”

Inspector Pichet was taken to the place where the body lay and the agents of
the Forensic Institute were there. They photographed every angle of the
body before placing it on a sheet for a preliminary autopsy. Tul saw Dr.
Che-rán who was crouching over the lifeless body. Not far from where they
first

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found the body, there was a pool of blood. Knowing that she had suffered
sexual abuse and struggled to survive before that moment, Tul silently
prayed that her victim would not suffer too much when she exhaled.

But even so. Anyone who saw the state of this poor victim's body would
probably turn around because, whatever the reason, no one could
understand the murderer's brutal actions against his victim.

“The deceased was hit by the perpetrator with a brick in the area of the face
until she died. The parts of the skull that were damaged are believed to be
the nasal bone and the hole under the left eye socket.”

The serious injuries suffered by the victim were clearly visible on the front
of her face, where the forehead bone of the young woman's skull was
partially fractured, from above her eyebrows to her nose, which was
previously intact and now cracked. Her right eye socket was also torn, as
were other tissues. However, her right eyelid protruded from her eye socket.

“What caused her right eye to pop out?”

“Due to the strong impact on the left side of the face, the right eye was
squeezed until it protruded.”

A blood-stained block of brick that was the murder weapon was seen in the
hands of one of the main evidence collection units while the medical
examiner examined the victim's body, turning it over to check the wound on
the back. Both of the victim's hands were tied with a green nylon rope to
make it difficult to remove them after death.

"The rope looks new, the perpetrator probably just bought it,"

Tul said as soon as she noticed it, Che-rån nodded before beginning to
examine her tightly bound wrist. Because of what happened to her, several
false nails had fallen off.

"Find the false nails that have fallen off, they must be in this area,"

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Che-rán told the remaining forensic team as she extended the victim's
fingers for a detailed examination:

"There are nails that have come off. There is dirt and cement powder in the
nail gaps. Almost all fingers have scratches and abrasions that can damage
her fingerprints.”

“It probably happened when she was attacked or tried to defend herself…”

"It could be that they dragged her across the floor, inspector, because she
also had scratches and dirt on her clothes and all over her body,"

Said the doctor, judging by what was found on the deceased's body. Upon
hearing this, Inspector Pichet simply nodded and accepted. It was rare that
he was able to work with Dr. Rakkit's daughter, inevitably she received
keen observations and detailed information that was of great use to the
investigation.

“And there is one more thing…”

Said Che-rån while showing the splashes of blood stuck in the

indentations of the fingers of the corpse's right hand.

“If the perpetrator tied her hands before committing the murder, the blood
should not have splashed between her fingers. This indicates that he tied
them up after killing her.”

Lieutenant Tul knelt down so that the blood stains were clearly visible.

“Very strange. The murderer should have tied her hands first so that the
victim would not resist. But there would be almost no scratches on her
bound wrists if the victim had actually been struggling.”

“Yes, this blood may not be hers. We have to examine it carefully, because
it could be the blood of the perpetrator when he tried to defend himself.”

"It is true, it is possible that the victim used the brick to hit the perpetrator,
angering him and causing him to want revenge,"

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Lieutenant Tul added in her assumption about what may have happened.

“Inspector, we reviewed the crime scene and we could not find bags,
wallets or identification documents.”

A police officer came to inform her of what had happened because apart
from the underwear and high heels that were found 5 meters from the place
where the body was found, there was nothing that could help identify the
deceased.

“What about the tire and shoe prints? You found them?”

“Shoe prints were found that are believed to belong to the perpetrator. We
are now gathering evidence.”

Inspector Pichet praised the police officer before ordering him to return to
duty. The unknown identity of the victim could delay the investigation, but
at least there were still forensic institutions that would help confirm who the
deceased was.

“Can you estimate the time of death?”

“Some muscles are already quite hard. My guess is that she died about six
or eight hours ago, between 11:00 p.m. and 1:00 a.m.”

Lieutenant Tul observed the clothes that the deceased was wearing, she was
wearing a red dress with a strap, it fit her body although it was a little
baggy. That indicated that she might have returned from a party before
being taken there. Ella Tul told the inspector that she would find out about
the deceased's friends or close acquaintances to help identify her. This
would facilitate the identification process, especially since the initial
autopsy was completed and preparations were made to take the body to the
forensic institute..

Lieutenant Tul walks towards Che-rån while Jew was not there to mock her

“Are you back at work now?”

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The doctor was the first to greet her. At first she thought she would never
see her at the crime scene again.

“The inspector called me to ask for help. The results of the committee's
consideration indicated that there was no disciplinary violation.”

Che-rán did not respond until the two left the abandoned building that was
still empty. As soon as the police appeared, an army of journalists almost
ran in without paying attention to the yellow barriers of the situation control
officers. They had to use megaphones to issue orders banning anyone not
involved. But no one listened..

“Good luck, Lieutenant.”

Tul knew that Che-rån was secretly teasing her before the forensic doctor
left in the opposite direction, leaving the police to deal with the media.

The body of the unknown woman was transferred to the Institute of

Forensic Medicine, while Inspector Pichet and Lieutenant Tul observed in a
room separated by a glass wall. At that moment Dr. Che-rán was using a
pair of small pliers to remove a fragment of brick embedded in a hole that
used to be a human face. Small pieces of bricks were picked up and placed
on the tray one by one. Some were damaged, making it impossible to guess
which organs used to be there. The door to the observation room opened
and Lieutenant Jew entered with the progress of the investigation.

“Inspector, from what I asked the people around, no one saw the incident at
the time it is believed to have occurred. There were also no tire tracks found
around the building, so we think it's possible the perpetrator parked on the
side from the road and took her inside the building.”

“There weren't many houses in the area and it was very late. It would be
difficult for anyone to notice. The inspector was beginning to give up on the
idea of there being witnesses.”

“Foot size is 27.5 centimeters, approximately the same as a US size 10.

Judging by the size, it is definitely a man's foot.”

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Lieutenant Jew said in a fluid voice as he handed the inspector the

documents he had just received from the forensic unit. Tul leaned forward
to read it from the inspector's hand. From the first page was the size of the
soles of the feet as reported by Jew.

“Would you like to try to find the brand of the shoe from the tread pattern?”

Tul said, because the printed image on the sole of the shoe seemed quite
clear.

“We have to look for him, leave the inspector here alone…”

Jew's voice was mocking.

"Anyway, try searching first, in case it leads us to clues that lead directly to
the perpetrator,"

As the head of the investigation team said, when she gave the order, no one
dared to disobey. Jew received the order before leaving the observation
room with the other research team who received the task in hot weather. At
least the team never lacked for anything, whatever weather conditions they
went through, be it hot or cold, they had to look for shoe sole patterns,
which was considered a tedious task. Tul turned her attention back to the
autopsy that was being carried out. They began by examining the external
wounds. After cleaning the wound, the forensic assistant adjusted the
surgical light, shining a bright light on the deceased's face, allowing Che-
rán to carefully assess the damage. Lieutenant Tul respected Che-rán's
sensitivity, knowing that even Che-rån herself sometimes had to look away
from her because she couldn't bear to look at a victim for too long.

“The left facial skeleton and nasal bones were severely damaged when hit
by a brick, causing the skull to crack. The front part of the brain was
damaged and the left eye socket was torn.”

Che-rån slowly explained each part in detail. The skin and muscles around
the face were torn and pushed down. The bones from the forehead to the
cheekbones were broken, the nose was broken, and the right eye was
protruding from the strong impact. Inspector Pichet even turned around and

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sat down again, as if to avoid the terrible state of the corpse. In his head he
thought in retrospect, If he had encountered cruel acts like this, since the
beginning of his entry into the police.

Che-rán removed the cotton swab from the deceased's cheek to send it for
fingerprint examination. This was because her fingers were so damaged that
it was impossible to take samples of her fingerprints.

“Has anyone from your family or close contact contacted you?”

"No one has contacted me yet.”

Tul turned on the microphone to answer the question. As it was suspected

that the victim had just returned from a party, it was spread through news on
almost all channels, but no one reported a person missing or provided any
clues about her identity.

“The team has collected blood samples from the deceased's fingers, right?”

"Yes, doctor,"

Assistant Bank said, waiting to press the camera's shutter button to record
while Che-rán carefully examined the victim's hands and nail tips.

“Each finger had abrasions. Six inches of fake nails fell off, leaving the real
nails exposed and broken. The nail holes were filled with dirt and powdered
cement.”

The doctor used a small knife to take tissue samples from the inside of the
dead person's nails and send them for DNA testing in case the perpetrator's
cuticles were clogged with dirt.

“I swear, since I've been working, I've never encountered anything like this
before. She's definitely in trouble, but the perpetrator has no sympathy…”

Bank said as he lowered his camera. While Che-rán examined the corpse's
wrists, they barely had any abrasions despite being tied with a rope,
according to what was said during the autopsy carried out at the scene. If
the deceased had fought, there would be abrasions all over her body,

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especially her arms, but the murderer did not decide to tie her up from the
beginning, but he only tied her up after he had killed her. What was even
sadder were the traces of sexual harassment. Che-rán was silent for a
moment before speaking in a low voice about what the deceased had
experienced.

“Her genitals are torn. There are scratches in the thigh area. It is suspected
that this was because the perpetrator was trying to commit a sexual act.”

Che-rán checked if there were semen stains that could remain inside and
outside the vagina. The only thing she couldn't accept was knowing how
many women were victims of some men's raw instincts. Although human
thought was superior to all creatures, on the contrary, they were less able to
refrain from sexually assaulting young women, claiming that they only
wanted to vent their libido. Sexual harassment was not only limited to
penetration of the genitals, but also included eye contact, touching or
rubbing without consent.

Additionally, many victims were unable to report the incident due to legal
loopholes or social norms. Without physical evidence of a woman's
reproductive organs, it was difficult to hold perpetrators accountable for
their actions. The forensic procedure continues until reaching the surgical
stage of the thorax and abdominal cavity. Che-rán examined the internal
organs of the deceased and found nothing abnormal. Her ribs were not
broken or injured at all. The doctor then carefully removed the dark red
mass called the heart and placed it on a tray. Using a needle, she began
taking blood samples from the coronary arteries.

“Send it to Mae so she can help you analyze the substance.”

In the observation room, there was only Lieutenant Tul now. The inspector
had asked to leave first seeing that nothing else could be done. Tul insisted
on staying as she watched Ran perform the final steps of the procedure.
Finally, they stitched the wounds and cleaned the blood from the body.
Everyone knew the seriousness of this case. No matter how many hundreds
or thousands of incidents they encountered, it could be said that they could
overcome the dark side of their minds. But this was different. How much
could one human do to another human?

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Che-rán turned her head to look into each other's eyes from time to time. At
least seeing Tul standing there made her feel more encouraged to get over
all of this. Lieutenant Tul came out to sit and wait outside the observation
room while the autopsy was completed. The forensic team took the body of
the deceased to the morgue waiting for contact from her relatives, or until
the police managed to discover who the unknown woman was. It was a
while before Che-rán came out to meet the lieutenant in the hallway.

“Has the inspector gone?”

“Um, I'll tell you the results myself... Does your neck hurt?”

Tul asked because she had just seen Ran come out while she was massaging
the back of her neck before quickly lowering her hand when she saw
someone sitting and waiting.

“A bit. When I was picking up bricks, I probably stooped too low.”

“You want a massage?”

Tul offered to ease the pain. Lieutenant Tul walked behind her, raised her
hand to gently move the hair on her neck, with the tips of her fingers she
began to press muscle points, applying pressure sometimes strong,
sometimes light, until she reached her shoulders..

“A little here.”

Ran put her hand where she wanted her to press harder than before. Tul
followed easily until the aches and pains Che-rán felt began to subside. She
felt better and told the lieutenant to stop.

“You are very good at giving massages.”

Tul smiled at the praise. But before they could continue interacting, loud
footsteps were heard coming down the hall, causing them both to return to
work mode. Assistant Bank who had just arrived was a little confused to see
why the lieutenant and the doctor remained silent, without saying anything
to each other.

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“The cause of death was due to being hit repeatedly with a brick. He hit her
face and skull causing brain damage,"

Che-rán said as she lowered her voice, trying not to make eye contact with
the person in front of her for fear that she would misinterpret something
about her.

“It is estimated that the time of death was between 11:00 p.m. and 1:00 a.m.
There was some food in her stomach that had not been digested, indicating
that she had eaten shortly before her death.”

“Um... As for the DNA results, if you get them, let me know immediately.
We will compare them with the list of missing persons or criminal records.”

“Please give me a day or two, including the results of the substarice

analysis. I think the deceased probably only regained consciousness when
she was at the scene. But before that, the perpetrator probably used drugs to
make her unable to fight and took him there.”

“That's possible. I will investigate this matter immediately and if any family
members contact me, I will notify you immediately.”

The seriousness hidden in the conversation between the two people made
the person who had just arrived feel extraordinary tension. Banks suspected
that Dr. Che-rán had left the operating room first because she wanted to
inform the Lieutenant. But she could only wonder in her heart why she
didn't dare to ask.

Tul returns to headquarters with the results of the autopsy that could have
more implications for the investigation. Inspector Pichet was in her office
when the lieutenant knocked on the door asking permission to enter. The
senior policeman's serious expression showed that he was deep in thought.
The board behind his desk contained photographs of the condition of the
unknown woman's body. The serious wounds on her face and the fact that
her hands were tied behind her back, in addition to the fact that there was a
period of time in which the perpetrator committed the crime and several
other details were quite important clues to the case.

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“The forensic analysis showed that she was drugged before being taken to
that place. When she managed to react, that was when she began to defend
herself.”

Tul said because the inspector already knew the cause of death and the
incident.

“Um, the deceased's friend contacted me and helped me confirm the

identity. We showed them the clothes she was wearing and the response was
that they matched.”

“Oh really? So....”

“Just as we expected. Before she died, the deceased was at the Cube pub
near Ekkamai with about five friends. There were a lot of people in the pub
because it was Friday night. Everyone was drunk and dancing on the floor.
The friends did not remember what happened. Around 11 p.m. they realized
she was gone. They thought she had called her lover to take her to her
house.”

The inspector took a moment to catch her breath, giving the lieutenant time
to reflect on the events of the previous night. And also the testimony of a
group of friends, she didn't want to blame anyone and maybe no one wants
bad things to happen. It was very likely that the deceased woman was taken
from a performance venue, since she was intoxicated and perhaps drugged
until she was unconscious.

“When was the last time your friend saw the deceased?”

“That's the problem. Nobody remembers anything after 10:00 p.m. As far as
they knows, there were people in the pub drinking liquor and ordering
cocktails from each other. So they weren't careful,"

Said the inspector, as he secretly sighed. The burden on his heart was like a
huge mountain that fell on him and crushed him.

“Then I will expedite the forensic examination of the substance in case we

find it…”

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"Wait a moment, Lieutenant,"

Said the police chief in charge of the criminalistics department, to prevent

his subordinate from being careless. He stood up from his chair and tapped
his finger on the board that had a photo of a corpse stuck on it.

“I have a story, I was very confused and wanted to tell you.”

Tulle stayed still. She considered this to be important to the inspector.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have left the forensic institute to go work on that
himself.

“At that time you were probably still very small. But this happened when I
had just joined the police.”

The inspector began to open up about the matter. Worry made the face of
the man in his 40s look older.

“There were a series of murders that occurred around that time, about
eighteen years ago. The perpetrator targeted women around thirty years old
or younger, who worked as masseuses or café singers. He used the same
method with all seven victims.”

Tul tried to remember eighteen years ago, when she was around 11 years
old and studying in primary school. She wasn't too young to not understand
what was happening around her, but adults generally tended to avoid talking
about scary news with their children.

“Inspector, do you mean that he also hit his victim in the face until they
died?”

“Yes, the police at the time could not find the weapon used, but it was
thought to be a hammer. The perpetrator tied each victim's hands behind
their back, before punching their faces until they died... Just like this
victim.”

“But it is possible? The murderer has been caught... right?”

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“They caught him. The court sentenced him to death for premeditated
murder. The murderer at that time was a night taxi driver. He was secretly in
love with a masseuse who was her first victim, and he killed her because
she rejected him. And then he continued to do it with young women who
had the same job.”

Inspector Pichet spoke of a murder case that was giving the police a
headache. Although the perpetrator was eventually captured, fear still
existed in the hearts of the people at that time and never disappeared.

“If the murderer is still in prison, does that mean someone is impersonating
him?”

"I hope so, Lieutenant..."

The senior police officer turned around, grabbed a whiteboard marker, and
wrote something on the whiteboard:

"Mr. Wisut Saengkhao... but he was spared from execution. From the life
sentence he was reduced to eighteen years, and was released two months
ago.”

News of the murder of an unidentified young woman became public after it

was revealed that her name. It was Mrs. Ploypaphat Chaipakdee, 24 years
old, working in a leading company. She had just started working less than
two months before her tragic death. Ella paphat never had enemies
anywhere, and she was not the kind of person who hated herself to the point
of wanting to be killed in the most cruel and inhumane way.

Social trends were going in that direction, when the media began to present
the murder of this young woman as the same as 18 years ago, when 7
victims were in similar conditions. The public was furious when they
learned that this serial killer had been sentenced to the maximum penalty of
death, but he later confessed in court and, as a result, his sentence was
reduced to life in prison. However, his sentence was reduced to 18 years
because he behaved well while in prison and was pardoned, so he was only
incarcerated for a few decades.

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Pak Wisut Saengkhao is suspected of killing a young woman while he was

at an entertainment venue with his friends. Like his victim 18 years ago, he
chose to take the same actions against this victim. Several reports contained
this term in relation to women working as sex workers at night. That Mr.
Wisut still held a grudge against them to the point that he couldn't abandon
his crude nature and commit another murder case.

News spread about the perpetrator of the serial murder and the incident was
repeated, causing fear among the public. They pressured the police to
quickly arrest Mr. Wisut and bring him to court demanding that he
immediately receive the death penalty.

“Someone reported that he was seen in the area near the place and it has
been confirmed that it was him.

“Have you sent someone to look for him?”

“I sent it but I couldn't find it. It is suspected that he changed his name to
get a job. We are currently checking flats and apartments in the area to see
if Mr. Wisut is there or not,"

The investigator told Lieutenant Tul who was beginning to study the
evidence, witnesses and important clues that Mr. Wisut had. Starting from a
case from 18 years ago and finding differences. The first thing Tul
discovered was that of the seven cases from 1998, no victim was raped.
There were no traces of sexual harassment and no stains of Mr. Wisut's
semen were found in the victims' vaginas.

The second difference was that the seven victims were tied up before being
murdered. The rope was easy to remove and had marks on the victim's
wrists, which were scratched from the effort. And most importantly, he
might not be able to buy the same rope now. 18 years ago he used a cloth
rope, but in the last murder case he used a nylon rope.

And finally, although it was raining that same night, the place where the
bodies of the seven female victims were found was just grass on the side of
the road. The rain washed away their blood, so that around the incident site
the puddles of rainwater were stained with bright red blood. But the murder

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of Miss Ploypaphat was the opposite, she was inside an abandoned building
in the shade, without rainwater to wet it.

When she explained this to the inspector, she received the response that she
knew about the matter, but that she could not ignore that Mr. Wisut was a
suspect. Therefore, he had to be arrested as soon as possible to find out if he
had committed a repeat offense or if it was not really him and someone was
imitating the way he committed the crime.

Lieutenant Tul arrived at the Institute of Forensic Medicine with Jew

immediately after receiving notification that the results of the analysis of
substances on Miss Ploypaphat's body had come back. In front of the
laboratory, Maethinee waited, but there was no sign of Che-rån, who had
never been absent when delivering laboratory results.

“Ran is working on a case, Lieutenant. I'll give you the results."

Maybe it was because Tul's gaze looking around the room was too obvious,
so Mae blurted out the reason why she was the only one there, before
handing him the newly printed document.

“We found xylazine, an anesthetic that veterinarians use on animals.”

The two police officers read documents together while listening to the
forensic toxicology officer answer questions about what the substance was.

“Reports of the use of this medicine on victims are very few, in fact very
few, but everyone who takes it will feel drowsy and some may faint within
a few minutes. However, if taken in excessive amounts, it can cause death
due to acidosis.”

After hearing the explanation and understanding the increasing impact of

the drug, Tul found more evidence that supported her assumption that the
perpetrator used this drug mixed with alcoholic beverages to render the
victim unconscious. If such a conclusion was reached, it was possible that
the suspect was someone close to the deceased because it was not necessary
to trick her with anesthesia. Tul frowned, confused, did that mean that the

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murderer's chosen
victim could be anyone?

“These medicines are not easy to buy, right? They will most likely only be
used in veterinary hospitals or must be dispensed by licensed pharmacists.”

Lieutenant General Jew asked, remembering that the impact was quite
severe and it was not yet allowed for use on humans. It was to be used to
find people who could buy this medicine.

“Yes, this medicine is not sold in regular pharmacies and can only be
purchased by authorized veterinarians. This medication is classified as a
controlled substance under FDA regulations. However, if someone really
wants it, it is not difficult to find it.”

Mae expressed her opinion because there had previously been incidents of
drugged people mixing them with drinks, as
happened to this victim..

"In the case from eighteen years ago, there was no evidence of drug use,"

Tul said, remembering the clues she had gathered about points of
inconsistency. For a split second Maethinee's facial
expression changed but then she looked at Tul for a moment, considering.

“The police suspect a murderer from eighteen years ago. Are you following
him on the news?”

“Um, we're looking for him now. There is someone who saw him living
near the crime scene.”

Jew responded. He felt that he might have said something wrong when he
saw Mae let out a soft sigh.

“Maybe because the forensic tools at that time were not ready enough to
test the substances in the victim's body, so they did not find any drugs, or
maybe there were none.”

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Later, the two police officers said goodbye and thanked them for the
substance analysis report, which was faster than expected. Lieutenant Jew
seems a little worried about her, but Mae said that she just wasn't getting
enough rest. She looked at Lieutenant Tul's back with an uncomfortable
glint in her eyes.

The Eastern Bus Terminal was crowded because many people were heading
to other provinces. Ticket sellers called out to passersby carrying backpacks
and asked them where they were going. A large tour bus and a van with
capacity for ten people were parked behind the building. You could see a
thin man who didn't seem to be getting enough nutrition. His hair was short
and covered by a hat, hiding his sunken, doubtful eyes. A mask and scarf
covered his bearded mouth, muffling his voice as he bought a ticket to
Chanthaburi.

“Two hundred, the bus leaves at four twenty.”

The ticket seller frowned as she tried to understand the meaning of the
voice, but agreed to tear up a 'Bangkok - Chanthaburi' note while waiting
for the skinny man to take the money out of his pocket. He felt familiar, like
she had seen those eyes before. But she couldn't think of anything. On the
table were two old crumpled one hundred baht bills. He immediately
lowered his head and left without waiting for anyone to recognize his face.

There was another half hour until departure time. The driver still did not
allow passengers to board the bus. Passengers who wanted to go to
Chanthaburi sat patiently on the benches inside the station. The light breeze
inside the station did not relieve the passengers from the stifling heat. No
one, not even those under shelter, was spared from the scorching weather. A
thin man with a worn hat was sitting where he thought he would be least
disturbed. His throat was dry, even drier than the desert. However, he chose
not to risk going out to buy something to drink. Time passed slowly. The
sound of the bus announcement began to be heard to call the passengers.
Finally, the driver of the Bangkok - Chanthaburi van made a sound to call
the people who were waiting to board the bus.

The driver received the passengers' tickets and told them to get on the bus.
When we got to the line there was a man whose hands were shaking, which

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made the van driver look up. He suddenly had goosebumps, even though
the man in front of him did nothing to him. But before the driver realized
that it was a face he had seen before on the TV screen... A police officer
approached them.

The newly arrived Lieutenant Tul grabbed the thin arm and did not let him
escape. His body was shaking more than ever, his expression was one of
fear, not even the brim of his hat could hide something in his eyes.

“Mr. Wisut, we have to arrest you on suspicion of murder. You have the
right to contact a lawyer or legal advisor. We have a government lawyer for
you if you need one.”

“No, no, it's not me, it's not me who did it!”

A man in his forties tried to free himself from the hold, but to no avail. Tul
decided to put the suspect's arms behind his back to prevent him from
struggling and told him to calm down. The van driver backed away and the
people inside the bus station began to pay attention. Several more police
officers came to help restrain the man. They tried to handcuff him, but
Lieutenant Tul resisted.

“Hey! He is still a suspect.”

Not long after, Mr. Wisut Saengkhao was tied up with handcuffs and had no
chance to defend himself and fight.

'At sixteen and eighteen minutes (16:18), police officers arrested Wisut
Saengkhao, a serial killer who had committed multiple crimes the previous
night. It was initially reported that he wanted to flee in a van to Chanthaburi
province at the bus station...!

The news of the alleged murderer's arrest ended suddenly when Che-rán
closed the screen of her laptop. Silence filled the room, illuminated only by
the light of the table lamp. She thought of the killer's face hidden behind the
hat and the mask that covered his mouth, hoping to hide his Identity. He
was detained by several police officers at the terminal, according to
television. A wave of death penalty demands emerged after the perpetrator,

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who had been released from prison, was arrested for a second time. The
community expressed anger and took revenge on a system that was
considered unfair to the murderer who took seven innocent lives, but only
served 18 years in prison. This was unfair to the victim's family, who
suffered greatly knowing that the perpetrator had a chance to have a normal
life again. Those who had died would never again have the opportunity to
live a full life and their families would never see their loved ones again.

A knock on the door brought Che-ran out of her thoughts. Bank walked into
her room carrying a familiar looking paper bag.

“Doctor, aren't you going home yet?”

Che-rán shook her head in response, looking at the paper bag in Bank's
hand who placed it on the table. When she saw the store's name on the bag,
she recognized it immediately because she had been eating it frequently
lately. Whether she bought it or someone who was the sister of the store
owner gave it to her...

“Lieutenant Tul sent it and asked me to give it to you.”

“Bank, you can take some for yourself.”

The young assistant smiled, embarrassed to admit the truth.

“I already received a bag of cookies as payment for shipping…”

"Okay, thank you, you can go home now."

Said Che-rán. Although he was a little joking, Ran wasn't as scared as

before. Banks said goodbye before leaving the room. Che-rán took a paper
bag from the bakery and saw that her favorite croissants were there. The
anxiety in her heart had subsided a little, but that didn't mean It would
disappear.

At headquarters, they were ready and waiting to begin the interrogation. Tul
protested why the suspect had been arrested using handcuffs, because there

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was no evidence other than a criminal record and a similar murder method.
Not even Inspector Pichet listened to his protests and stated that these
reasons were sufficient to make him a suspect. He also attempted to flee
after it was announced that the police were looking for him.

Lieutenant Tul personally went to the headquarters evidence storage room,

where a collection of case files more than 10 years old were collected.
Agents soon recovered thick, dusty files from seven murder cases from
1998, in which Mr. Wisut was the perpetrator. She put it on the table
reluctantly, as if she blamed the policeman for asking her to deal with the
dusty shelves.

“Thank you so much.”

"Bring them back quickly,"

The police officer ordered sternly before the lieutenant loaded all the case
files in her arms, taking them to the criminal department where almost no
one was left once the work day had passed. The light bulb on the work desk
was on when Lieutenant Tul arrived. She left the files and began to classify
the first case with the victim's last name, what she did for a living, and the
date of the murder. Tul discovered that after victim 1 was killed, the
distance from victim 2 was almost a month. However, after that, victims 3,
4 and 5 followed in sequence and only a week apart. There was also witness
testimony confirming that the first victim was a young woman who Mr.
Wisut liked but whom she rejected. And in each of those cases, the police
officer responsible was...

'Police Captain Tech Techakomol.

Tul just laughed without making a sound. She closed the case file number 6
as firmly as ever and then shoved it into the stack of files she was already
reading. Now with only the last case left, she looked at the photo of the
seventh victim before reading her name...which made her heart immediately
fall to the ground.

'Mrs. Watcharin Chanthanasatien'

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②②

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ᴛᴡᴏ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Regarding the investigation of the murder case of Mr. Wisut Saengkhao,

accused of the murder of Ms. Watcharin Chanthanasatien.

Dear Attorney General,

"On the afternoon of June 13, 1998, Mr. Wisut Saengkhao (the accused)
drove a yellow-green Toyota Corolla taxi, license plate MG7653 from
Bangkok, to pick up the deceased, Ms. Watcharin Chanthanasatien, in front
of the bus stop near Meri Massage along New Phetchaburi Road. However,
the victim was not taken to her home and began arguing with him. After
arriving at the place where her body was found, he parked his car and
attacked the woman. Watcharin hit her on the back of her head until she lost
consciousness and took a rope to tie her hands so she couldn't fight. He
dragged the deceased's body with her face down until she died. The taxi
used by the accused was a vehicle to facilitate his criminal acts

This is the statement of an important witness, Mr. Rakkit Chanthanasatien,

husband of the deceased. He testified that prior to the incident, Ms.
Watcharin had called from a public telephone booth near the bus stop,
saying that she had stopped to buy snacks for her daughter at a nearby
sandwich shop and that she was going to home. But since it was raining,
she intended to call a taxi to go home and not wait for the bus. The
defendant admitted that he had misunderstood the deceased's job by hailing
the taxi from in front of the massage parlor, and that was why he committed
the same murder that he had committed on her six previous victims.

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Investigators seized the weapon used in the crime as well as the vehicle
used in the getaway.

In this case, the investigating officer had completed the investigation. The
accused had admitted to having committed the crime with which he was
charged. According to the review, the defendant's actions constituted a
violation of Article 289, paragraph 5, that is, the premeditated murder of
another person by torture or cruel acts punishable by the death penalty.

Greetings, the undersigned:

Police Captain Techa Techakomol.

Investigation Inspector, Surveillance Division 2, Police Criminal

Investigation Division Tul felt upset when she read her investigation file.
Because she strained her eyes in a dimly lit place, her tears fell without her
realizing it when she closed her eyes. Her heart felt tight and the air around
her became thinner. She never expected that such a terrible incident would
have happened to Che-rán. Since Tul never asked and avoided delving into
personal matters, she finally knew why the doctor's family only had two
people, father and daughter. Che-rán herself never mentioned her mother at
all.

Never...

She turned to the next page, there were photographs of the autopsy from the
Institute of Forensic Medicine. The nature of the crime was the same as that
of the first victim, the deceased's face was beaten until it was almost
destroyed. At the scene of the incident, a bag with sandwiches was found,
which coincided with the testimony of her husband. A cruel killer left
something he considered useless and took her purse to delay police from
immediately discovering who the victim was.

Tul closed the file and her hands shook as she raised them to cover her face.
Her mind was filled with countless questions: Why? Why had she never
known this before? Even if she had known the truth before, she would not

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have been able to prevent the sad events from happening. But it would be
better if she didn't let Che-rån face this potential pain of learning that her
mother's killer came back to haunt her, repeating the same crime after 18
years, as if her time in prison wasn't hers. I would have corrected it.

The files of the seven murder cases were placed on a shelf in the desk and
locked to prevent them from falling into the wrong hands. The last female
police officer left the criminal investigation division but had no intention of
returning home. She went to the prison room for suspects inside the
headquarters building. There was no one there except the only night shift
police officer who allowed Lieutenant Tul to meet with the serial killer. Mr.
Wisut was squatting like a shrimp in a cage, brightly lit by a light bulb
overhead. He was still dressed in the same clothes, only his hat and mask
had been removed. Tul looked at him uncertainly. The afternoon he was
arrested, Tul still thought that this man's appearance wouldn't be good
enough if he showed up at an entertainment venue and poisoned someone.
He would definitely be the center of attention. But he could not completely
erase what he had done before.

“Mr. Wisut.”

The thin body shuddered, looking at the policewoman he had met earlier at
the bus terminal. The light shining from the ceiling hid her eyes behind the
dark shadows of her wrinkled face, making the man look almost twice his
age. Tul knelt down so they were on the same level.

“Do you still remember the murder eighteen years ago?”

The last movement Tul saw was to start laughing. Mr. Wisut did not laugh
hysterically, he just laughed as if he was mocking or expressing his
discontent with the past.

“Why you ask?”

The voice of a man of about forty years old was hoarse, dry, as if he had not
drunk water in several hours.

“The last victim, a woman named Watcharin... Do you remember her?”

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Tul tried to suppress her emotions when the man started laughing again.
Everything about him could scare anyone who saw him.

“I don't remember her. Should I remember her ?:

“Did you kill her because you thought she worked in a massage parlor?
Even if she really worked there like the previous victim, you shouldn't have
killed her....”

He laughed out loud again in his throat.

“Who cares?”

The mocking voice stopped when Tul immediately grabbed him by the
collar from outside the cell. The police officer guarding her ran in and
begged her to stop. But Tul was still gripping the collar of the man's shirt
tightly, her eyes flashing with anger, staring into the face of a man who
barely cared about what had just happened.

“Please take me to prison again. It's a good job for you.”

Lieutenant Tul was so angry that she could barely hear anything but the
voice in her head. She really wanted to hit the man in front of her without
caring about right or wrong. The more she saw the glint in his defiant eyes,
the more she stared back and the hand clutching her neck trembled more.
Tul clenched her jaw as the images of that night's events that she read about
in the documents appeared in her head like a replay. The husband and
daughter of the killer's latest victim never knew that Mrs. Watcharin would
not return home that night. Then her lifeless body lay in the cold rain, in
pain and agony until her last breath. Tears filled her eyes due to hatred and
anger. The view of him in front of her was completely
blurred, Lieutenant Tul released the collar of Mr. Wisut's shirt. She was
almost no different from a bad police officer who used violence to impose
the truth. Even if he was truly guilty, the investigation had to be carried out
according to the law. She looked up at the ceiling before her eyes looked
back.
The serial killer's laughter still echoed in her ears, so Tul decided to turn her
back on him and walk away.

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That night, Che-rån realized that she was not concentrating enough to read
and tried to read the same paragraph three times, but nothing penetrated her
head and she finally had to give in. The young woman took off her clear-
framed glasses and placed them on the book. Changing targets she found a
Siamese cat curled up on her bed. She squirmed when someone purposely
went to wake her up, but she kindly let Che-rån rub her stomach. Many
times Che-rån thought that he only ate and slept as he pleased. Che-rán sat
and played
with the little cat, hoping that it would help her relax and overcome her
anxiety. At this moment, someone knocked on the door. Her father opened
the door and saw that her daughter was not in her usual place sitting at the
table reading a book.

“Ran, someone is looking for you.”

“Now? Who?”

Che-rán stood up and looked at the digital clock on the reading table. The
first thing that came to mind was the name P'Thiwa, but Dad's response
helped clarify it.

“Is there a problem with work? I asked her to come into the house but she
refused. I think a lot of mosquitoes are already biting her outside.”

Che-ran left the house wearing Shin-chan cartoon pajamas that Mae had
bought her in Korea. The dim light from the bulb in front of the house
allowed her to see the person behind the wooden fence. The person who
was stubborn enough to reject her father's invitation to enter the house,
Lieutenant Tul had her back turned to her, looking at her feet without
realizing that the daughter of the owner of the house came out to meet her.

“Someone didn't tell me she was coming.”

Her sweet voice made whoever heard it jump a little before turning to look
into her eyes for a split second. Che-rán saw a sparkle in her eyes before the

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other person lowered her head and looked at her feet again. She had her
mouth open as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

“Is there a problem?”

Che-rán knew immediately that there was something that made the
lieutenant different. She should have made fun of her pajamas if it were any
other time. But Lieutenant Tul came to the house at a time like that... With a
strange expression. Che-rán held Tul's cold hand as she stood in front of
her. The last time Che-rán saw Lieutenant Tul so tired was the night she was
driving and passed by her while she was sitting at a bus stop in the pouring
rain and trying to hide the problem she was facing. Maybe it wasn't long
ago. But Che-ran didn't want her to think that she had to endure it alone.

“About that case…”

The lieutenant was silent for a few minutes, before establishing direct eye
contact with Che-rán,

“Is there a problem?”

Once again the doctor received silence in response. Tul seemed hesitant to
speak, torn between thoughts that she shouldn't be there in the first place,
disturbing the doctor's rest and possibly causing Che-rán to feel upset that
she was hesitant to speak on the matter. Her hand that was starting to feel a
little warm grabbed her smaller hand in response. But she still didn't dare to
make eye contact with the person she was talking to.

“The method is similar to the previous case, so…”

Tul took a deep breath, until now she still couldn't say a complete word,

“So... I read the old case file... Mr. Wisut.”

Although Tul didn't explain everything, Che-rán was able to understand. At

that moment she was silent for a while until Tul felt afraid. At first she
avoided eye contact, but after a while, she raised her head and looked into
the eyes of the woman in front of her. But before she could say anything,

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Che-ran suddenly hugged her, Tul hugged her back, reaching up to stroke
her dark brown hair. Her nose could still smell the shampoo and she
assumed that Che-rán had just washed her hair. As she spoke, she stared at
the light of a tall bulb in front of the doctor's house.

“I'm sorry....”

“Because?”

Tul had an empty feeling in her heart when she heard that sweet and
random voice. She was a little lost, as if she was holding back tears.

“You shouldn't have accepted this job... You should have known
beforehand, doctor.”

“I just found out too. P'Tul you didn't do anything wrong.”

“But…”

“I won't quit my job. And also, why do you call me doctor? Why don't you
call me Ran?”

“I'm sorry.”

“You feel it again.”

Che-rán released her hug, but the distance between them remained the
same. She reached out to gently pinch the other person's lips, as
punishment. Tul held that hand, resting her cheek against it, as if she needed
to rest for a moment. Che-rán couldn't say anything.

“Can you continue with this case?”

“I can do it.”

Che-rán was not good at lying. Her pair of beautiful eyes trembled, it was
clear that the feeling of losing her mother always bothered her. Eighteen
years ago, Che-rán was not so little, there were many things she could
remember...her mother was a university professor. She was the wife of a

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medical examiner and the mother of a daughter. She still remembered her
mother's voice, including some memories of her presence. Like the day she
was so sick that her mother had to take time off work. The day the three of
them went to the beach together each year, or even the day she had to give a
speech on Mother's Day, her mother raised the camera and took a photo of
her daughter in front of the stage. And finally, the day her mother left her...
her father explained what happened to her with words full of lies, to make
her understand that mom was simply sleeping and would never wake up
again.

Until Che-rán finally found out what happened to her mother. The beautiful
face of her mother that she had in her memories had been destroyed, luckily
she was already mature enough to handle such things.. Che-rán realized that
thinking about her mother made her cry. Even Lieutenant Tul's face was
blurred. She tried to blink quickly to get rid of the tears, but it didn't work.
Tears fell down the sides of her cheeks, and the lieutenant used the pads of
her fingers to gently wipe them away before hugging her again. This time
she added a soft kiss to the temple of her eyes.

“I'll be responsible... I'll take care of it for you.”

Tul comforted her with words and actions, holding the smaller person as
much as she could. This may have alleviated some of the sadness in her
heart. Before either of them realized that the place where they were hugging
was in front of the fence of the house, a neighbor opened the window and
looked at them. That could cause problems for the doctor, so in the end they
separated.

“Nice pajamas.”

Of course, hugging took away many of her worries. And Tul, who did not
let any opportunity to mock her escape, could not keep her mouth shut.
Che-rån laughed softly, making a soft sobbing sound. At that moment, Tul
struggled a little with herself, trying not to let her heart beat as she looked
into the pair of beautiful, tear-filled eyes. The corners of her eyes and the tip
of her nose were red, her cheeks were flushed, and there were tear stains
that she tried to...wipe off herself.

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Che-rán looked beautiful when she cried, but she probably didn't notice her.
Still, Tul didn't want her to cry often, so she held back.

"You can go home now,"

The owner's daughter urged in a low voice.

“Umm... Good night.”

Che-rán raised her mouth slightly as if Tul had said something wrong:

"Say it again... I'm going home."

“I'll be home soon.”

“Drive carefully.”

Tul smiled, but before she could leave, her cheeks were touched before
Che-rån placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“You can go now.”

It took a long time for Tul to regain her composure but then finally, she
walked back to the car, smiling at the girl dressed in light pink, standing and
waving goodbye in front of the wooden fence until the car slowly drove
away.

The next afternoon, an interrogation was scheduled for Pak Wisut

Saengkhao, an ex-convict serving a life sentence for the murder of 7 young
women who, after receiving a reduced
sentence, was released from prison two months early. But now he was once
again a suspect in the murder of a young girl because the nature of the
incident was very similar to his past methods and still shocked the public
today. Inspector Pichet himself took on the responsibility of interrogating
and Lieutenant Tul went to help observe his behavior. If she had doubts, she
could protest directly. Tul still couldn't find a
connection between the suspects. However, because the inspector insisted
on interrogation, Lieutenant Tul could not refuse. If the person who caused

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this latest crime was not Pak Wisut and he was truly a prisoner of society,
the police were simply doing their job.

An ex-convict was sitting in front of the two police officers who were going
to interrogate him. Lieutenant Tul tried to erase from her brain the topic she
spoke to him about the night before. But how it ended in a fight, both sides
stared at each other. Those deep eyes made no attempt to contain her anger,
nor did Tul give in to that look.

“I'm the investigative inspector. Police Lieutenant Colonel Pichet

Amnuayphon, who will carry out the interrogation.”

His voice was firm and intimidating, giving her much encouragement at
first. Inspector Pichet opened a collection of evidence files and autopsy
reports in order to investigate the suspect.

"Mr. Wisut,"

The inspector lowered his voice, hoping to intimidate.

"Before this, did you know or have you seen Miss Ployphapat before?"

Tul could barely take her eyes off his haggard face, with an unshaven beard
interspersed with a few white streaks. The inspector's questions were the
same ones she had asked the night before, about the last victim in the case
18 years ago. Tul intended to provoke him, but no, the nature of a murderer
is not to care about his victims. Mr. Wisut smiled sadly and many wrinkles
appeared on his face. He looked ten years older.

“I don't know her, should I know her?”

If he intended to anger the police, it didn't work. The inspector could

control his emotions better than Tul, so he didn't show anything and
continued asking.

“From 10 at night the deceased disappeared, until 01:00, when she died.
Where were you?”

“Asleep in the room... alone.. “

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“Are there witnesses? Like next door neighbors?”

"No,"

The former prisoner responded briefly. Tul tried to detect suspicion in his
voice. Imagining that he was a convicted felon who had just been convicted
of a crime, upon release it was possible that he would not want to get
involved with anyone. And maybe no one would dare to be friends with
him. After a search in Mr. Wisut's history, it was known that during two
months he changed jobs twice. He first applied to be an apartment security
guard before being fired when the landlord discovered his criminal record.
Recently, he applied to be a construction worker and lived in a tin shed
provided by the contracting company.

“We found shoe prints at the scene. They are the same size as your shoes.
Your size is 43, right?”

A faint sound of fist chains jingling could be heard as the person in question
was moved to look their own feet. He was wearing shoes that he bought at a
flea market. And when searching at the room where she used to sleep,
although he found a pair of slippers, the pattern of her soles did not match
the footprints on the muddy floor.

"Um, maybe,"

He replied nonchalantly, not thinking about the size of the shoes he had
been wearing for a long time.

“The results of the forensic DNA tests will be available today; If they match
your DNA, it will be conclusive evidence.”

The suspect just laughed as if he had never heard anything funny before.

“Is this a threat, police? Ah... Things are better now than before. It is not
like before.”

“Are you referring to the case from eighteen years ago?”

"You didn't leave any trace back then,"

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Tul intervened. She did not want to defend him, she just wanted to tell him
the information obtained by reading all the case files.

“There are no fingerprints of yours in the cracks of the nails of the deceased
who could have fought with you. And none of the victims were raped.
Therefore, no sperm stains remain.”

There was silence in the interrogation room. Lieutenant Tul raised both
hands on the table and narrowed her eyes at the man in front of her.

“But curiously... This case left many traces.”

“What else do you want me to admit?”

Mr. Wisut laughed again, like the night before in the prison cell. The
laughter mixed with his asthmatic breathing made him seem very
aggressive.

“We never force a confession.”

"But you brought me here and handcuffed me."

He slammed the handcuffs on the table and made a sound.

“Because you tried to run away from us.”

"I wasn't going to run away!"

The suspect shouted loudly as he turned towards the inspector who was also
trying to speak kindly, but his words seemed oppressive to the point that it
almost made him lose his mind.

“I haven't been home for years and suddenly the television says that the
police are looking for me again. Even though I didn't do anything, I didn't
do anything!”

"Okay, I understand."

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The inspector raised his hand to stop the lieutenant on his right who was
about to open her mouth.

“One more question, please. I heard that while you’re in prison, you also
received treatment for your depression, right?”

Her hand passed over the sheet of paper. It was a document received from
the Department of Corrections regarding Mr. Wisut's behavior in prison.
Besides being a neat and well-behaved prisoner, the only obstacle was that
he had to be constantly treated for depression, taking medication regularly
and non-stop. The man who had been imprisoned for decades seemed calm,
to the point that he was almost like a normal person, he nodded his head in
response.

“And after you got out of prison, did you go to the doctor? Or did you take
the same medicine as before?”

There was a moment of silence after the inspector's question, as if the

suspect was considering whether or not to answer.

“No…”

His voice was so low that I could almost not hear it.

“Medicine is expensive. Food and living costs are already enough. Where
would I get the money to buy it?”

“I understand.”

Inspector Pichet turned and told the lieutenant to also write it down in her
notebook. But Tul still had doubts until she asked the question that had been
stuck in her mouth.

“Inspector, but depression has almost no effect on the outcome of this case.
It cannot be used to reduce the sentence, nor can it be used as an excuse to
commit murder, even if you ran out of medicine…”

"I know, but it is information that we must preserve,"

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The inspector reminded the information that will be recorded in the

transcript of the interrogation.

"It's about drugs, Inspector,"

Tul continued. She was increasingly confused about the suspect. Even with
antidepressants, his small income as a construction worker still couldn't
afford them, much less buy anesthetics, the purchase of which was limited.

“Do you know this medicine?”

Inspector Pichet took a photograph of the drug sample tube

that was found in the deceased's body in sufficient quantities to make her
lose consciousness. Mr. Wisut looked at him blankly before shaking his
head.

"If we find out that you secretly ordered this on the black market, you will
be punished more severely than if you confess honestly.”

It was of no use, although the inspector used threats many times, but he did
not make the person say anything. The evidence and clues indicating that
Mr Wisut was the one who committed the murder of Miss Ployphapat was
very limited,
making it impossible to hold him responsible. He was currently just a man
who had a history of committing similar crimes before and lived in the
same area where the crime occurred.

“W...when will they release me?”

The inspector sighed. Although Mr. Wisut was acquitted of this murder, that
doesn't mean his tarnished history didn't dispel their suspicions. Releasing
him could make the police a target of the public and they could be widely
accused of allowing the criminal to roam again.

“At this time, the police have to look for additional evidence. And to
prevent you escape, we may have to stop you first.”

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The ex-convict's haggard face became distorted, the veins in his temples
bulging before he began to moan madly. If it weren't for the fact that he was
a serial killer who had committed murders in other people's lives, Tul would
probably feel sorry for him. Inspector Pichet ended the interrogation only
because the suspect was not prepared and could not provide further
evidence. Mr. Wisut continued to complain about his hometown, his parents
with whom he had
lost contact in the years since he was in prison, and the inconvenience he
had caused himself.

Che-rán waited for the results of the personal identification test from the
laboratory the day before the police sent a DNA sample from Mr. Wisut to
compare the sperm stains on the corpse's vagina, as well as the dried blood
splatters from the perpetrator on the fingers of the deceased. As soon as the
test results were known, the agents seemed surprised by Mr. Wisut. The
computer screen displayed the personal verification results that were
compared. That could help the essentially innocent suspect detained by the
police.

“The deceased's boyfriend confirmed that he had not seen her in three days
and that he had not had sexual relations in the last week. The police have
questioned him and he has the alibi of having lunch with his family. Of
course, there are witnesses who confirm this.”

Che-rån said about her doubts that the sperm stain belonged to someone
else. Because there was a case in which the deceased had sexual relations
with another man before being murdered, and that made her a suspect.

“Could it be someone else in the pub…”

“It's difficult to verify because there were hundreds of people there that
night. Furthermore, her friends said that at first she was always visible.
When they realized she was missing, they went to look for her in the
bathroom but couldn't find her.”

“The blood alcohol content of each of her friends was very high, but none
of them were exposed to anesthesia or other drugs. It is possible that the

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deceased had been administered xylazine by criminals who wanted to get

her out of there.”

Mae explained part of her work that she had been reported to the police
several days ago.

“But it's really strange if she was the one who committed the murder.
Because 18 years ago he barely left any traces. This must be an imitation or
just a coincidence in a similar way,"

Mae commented, looking at her friend close to her with concern. Very few
people knew that the last victim of the serial murder case was Professor
Rakkit's wife or Cheran's mother.

“That's possible. If it is true, Mr. Wisut would not have left any trace. There
are many traces in this case. He was arrested solely because he had a
record. If that's true, he will be very upset with the copycat who blamed
him.

Che-rån didn't blame him. He also differentiated the case quite well.
Although her expression changed to the point that her close friend couldn't
help but feel worried.

"I'll call the police to report the DNA results,"

Cher-án said, murmuring to her friend, who took her by the arm and told
her she was fine. Before leaving the laboratory, she made a phone call with
Tul. As soon as Tul received a phone call from Che-rán informing her of the
results of the sperm and blood stains, which did not match the suspect who
was detained after interrogation, Tul hurriedly walked to Inspector Pichet's
room. She wanted to inform him of this immediately until she forgot to
knock on the door to ask permission. She was a little surprised when she
saw that the inspector had another guest. Tul reluctantly greeted the police
officer senior to her before turning to speak directly to the inspector.

“Inspector, the DNA results of the forensic examination have already come
out. It does not coincide at all with that of Mr. Wisut.”

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Inspector Pichet sighed and his face showed undisguised tension. There is
no evidence against him. It seems possible...

"Either way we can press charges."

The two people in the room turned to the police officer, their eyes wide.

“After all, he is a man who has a bad history behind him. If he is released
hastily, he could generate public discontent with the police. I think it's best
to postpone it for now.”

Since the last time they discussed taking on the responsibility of

interrogating the police captain who killed her young lover, Tul had barely
avoided confrontation with Captain Dan and was determined not to open
her heart to listen to any opinion that came out of his mouth.. Even after a
hundred years, Captain Dan would not be able to adjust his attitude to
become an honorable police officer with more dignity than this.

“No, inspector. He should be removed from suspect status in this case. We

must seek the truth and not act based on social trends.”

“You always argue about everything, don't you?”

Captain Dan laughed as if he were arguing with a child.

“I'm just giving a suggestion. At least wait until you find more evidence or
catch the real criminal. Until then, it's not too late to let go.”

“Simply detaining him as a suspect is too much.”

“So, Lieutenant, please tell me. Why do we release serial killers back into
society? Evidence alone does not make the public listen. That is our
reason.”

“If the documents are presented to the prosecution, they will be returned
because there is almost no evidence.”

“Let the prosecutors consider it, not us.”

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“Can't you be a little responsible?”

"Okay, enough, Lieutenant Tul."

The inspector raised his hand to persuade the two to stop arguing. He, too,
did not agree with Captain Dan's suggestions, especially to go to the
prosecutor and file a lawsuit. But he couldn't help but think that this was the
way to avoid putting pressure on the social trends that functioned as a
justice system. Since the sentence was reduced, until the prisoner in the
serial murder case was imprisoned for less than 20 years, this was the result
of the police's slow work to catch the perpetrator.

“We may have to keep Mr. Wisut detained. Listen to me first, lieutenant…”

He stopped Tul, who wanted to protest.

“Right now, we will rush to look for evidence until it can be confirmed that
he is one hundred percent innocent, or until the real perpetrator is caught.
We are doing all this to make the public feel comfortable.”

Tul snorted, not turning to look at Captain Dan's expression as he couldn't

control her emotions anymore.

“Then I will investigate this matter myself.”

“Please, although we have to check who went to the club that night, even if
there were hundreds of people, we have to investigate everyone
thoroughly.”

Not even the inspector himself was worried about Lieutenant Tul's integrity.
Of course. She had a simple personality, was not afraid of any influence and
always stuck to the truth, causing many problems for people. At least now
she still agreed to listen to him, even if she slammed the door shut.

The investigation began again, starting with those closest to Miss

Ployphapat. The investigation team began to question a friend, lover or
even someone who had been involved with her. They also questioned co-
workers from companies that imported products to sell in the country. Her

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deceased had only changed jobs for two months, she had never had any
conflict with anyone, there were no problems at work and everyone who
had interacted with her gave testimony in unison:

'Miss Ploypaphat is not the kind of person who makes anyone dissatisfied
with her."

“She just moved from a logistics company to this company. She didn't tell
me the reason for the change. The salary is not much different.”

The testimony from the personnel department caused Lieutenant Tul to ask
the name of the former company that should have been included in the
deceased's employment history. She decided to travel with Jew to her old
workplace... There was no one there who hated her to the point of wanting
to commit murder.

“No, there is no problem here. Maybe she moved because she wanted to
seek a new challenge.”

“We ourselves don't mind employees coming and going regularly,"

The sales manager told Tul. He seemed unconcerned about the police
investigation, or perhaps he didn't believe that his
employee's death had to do with internal company matters.

“She worked in this section, right? Who did she use to work with?”

“Most salespeople take care of customers. She often went out to receive
them, rarely staying at the company. But if I remember correctly, she has
her own desk, her old desk is near the window in the second row.”

The manager pointed to the farthest table by the large window occupied by
a new person. Some employees furtively looked up from their computer
screens, wondering what the police's reason for coming here was, which
might be more interesting than what was in front of them.

“People here usually don't have any problems, right?”

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“Not really. Except when we are in a meeting, sometimes we have to ask

each other questions.”

“And if there is a problem, you can report it directly to the manager, right?”

“Um... Normally no one comes to inform me. What is this, the police
suspect this place?”

The sales manager started to seem rude after being questioned. But Tul
raised her hand and denied.

“I only ask. With the same salary and position, if it's not work-related, it's
definitely your coworkers, right? But if it is confirmed that there is no
problem, I will not ask again.”

Lieutenant Tul said what came to her mind, then looked around her to
observe the change in the sales manager's expression, then laughed as if it
was just a joke.

“Nothing, lieutenant. If there is something you need to know, you can also
ask someone else.”

She pointed towards the sales staff desk. They hid behind the computer
screen as soon as the manager looked in his direction.

"I will definitely ask, but let me ask the manager one last question,"

Tul said calmly, pretending not to notice the strange behavior of his
interlocutor.

“Here, does the company request the employees' social networks?

Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, things like that?”

“Why did you ask the manager that?”

Jew asked as soon as they left manager Ploypaphat, of a logistics company,

after receiving a response that the company did request a personal Facebook
account for each of its employees.

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“Which? Facebook?”

“Yes, is there something wrong with that?”

Tul stopped when she reached the car parked in front of a large office
building that rented space to several companies. As she looked back, she
breathed slowly, considering where they should start.

“No problem. I was just thinking that if a company asks for an employee's
Facebook page, it might be because they don't want the employee to
complain about the company or people in the workplace, so as to monitor
their behavior on social media,"

Tul said. She didn't want to speculate that the deceased could have had a
bad personality, there were people who didn't like her, it could have been
something unexpected. And of course, Tul did not agree with company
actions that invade employees personal space, such as prohibiting posting
negative things about work and sometimes limiting individual expression. If
there is a conflict of interest with company superiors, it could mean a
reprimand or even dismissal.

"If a company requests access to its employees' Facebook, whenever there

is a problem, they can be banned from posting, or employees can be careful
not to post about work on Facebook,"

Jew said, thinking about what his superior was saying.

“But if that's the case, it means that the deceased probably didn't post
anything on Facebook....”

“Try asking your friends about the deceased's Twitter account. If there is a...
Try checking the timeline when she was at her old job and if she happened
anything relevant to him.”

In an apartment room, all the lights were off, it was completely dark even
though it was late at night. The curtains were drawn tightly, so that only the

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dim blue light of the computer screen illuminated the face of someone
moving the mouse and clicking. From time to time you can hear the sound
of keyboard keys being pressed. Nothing was happening, everything was
normal, except for a few dozen photographs hanging on the wall above the
computer screen.

They were photographs that he had taken of a young woman. Most of

them... Rather, they were all secretly photographed, even when she was
eating, working at her desk, meeting with clients, walking home alone.
There was only one photo of her walking hand in hand with a man, but
there was a pen mark that crossed out the photo of the man's face. Even...
There was a photo that showed her sleeping in the car. The woman was
wearing a red dress that fell over her shoulder, revealing soft white skin that
was caressed by the photographer's hands.

The sound of the keyboard pressing sounded again, and the words appeared
on the screen:

'News about a serial killer returning to action.'

The mouse moved to click on the latest news program on YouTube, and the
news anchor's voice immediately came out of the speaker.

'The police have informed us about the progress of Mr Wisut's

interrogation. Police are gathering important evidence and the serial killer is
still in custody...!

A smile appeared on his face reflecting the blue light of the computer
screen. He laughed deeply, mocking the stupidity of the police.

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②③

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

Someone at work has been following me

Now I have a new job and moved out of my old place, but the paranoia still
hasn't gone away. I couldn't sleep well and had to take medication to get to
sleep. I had to see a doctor because I was worried, would I still do it? I want
to tell stories and I want to share experiences with everyone to be able to
face it. (1)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

Let's start from the beginning. I applied for a job at my old place since I
graduated. Suppose the man, A. There are about 4 people who accompany
me at work. A has the task of taking care of us, training us and giving us
advice more often (2)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

He asked me to talk about work, but A suddenly asked an off-topic

question. Have I gotten home, have I eaten, what am I doing, have I slept? I
didn't respond and he waved at me repeatedly. Likewise, there was no one
else who A treated like this other than me. When I post an IG story- (3)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

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I don't know where he got my IG from and suddenly he followed me (I

didn't follow him) and I started to feel uncomfortable around him. For
example, in my stories, sometimes I post a new Taylor Swift song and he
responds: 'Do you listen to foreign music too? Don't you listen to Thai
music?' It's strange that even though I don't respond, he continues saying
hello until he starts publishing the stories only for close friends (4)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

The workplace is becoming more and more uncomfortable. I mean, he often

walks up to my desk, leaning too close. I tried to prevent it, a friend also
helped intervene. The most difficult thing is in the morning. When he got to
the office, he gave me a cup of coffee with a post-it note. I didn't dare drink
it, so I had to secretly throw it away when I went to the bathroom.

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

During my lunch break, I went out to eat with friends, but when I returned
to my desk, it looked clean, like someone had packed my things for me. I
remember when I came out, my desk wasn't like this. I thought maybe his
intention was to do something good, but I felt uncomfortable with what he
had done. I didn't want anyone to interfere with the things on my table (6)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

If you're wondering how I knew that A came to clear my table, I asked

another senior who was late to eat, so I found out and now I feel very
uncomfortable. If there is a company event after work, I have to ask my
friend to sit next to me. And he can still serve me liquor. Several seniors in
the office helped him until I felt uncomfortable, so I no longer attend any
events when he was present (7)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

At this point I want to say that I already have someone close to me (we are
dating now). I always ask him what to do. Fortunately my boyfriend
understands and if he is free he will come look for me. One day, A saw me

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getting into my boyfriend's car. I really wanted him to know and stop
following me. (8)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

But he didn't stop, he kept the same attitude. He texted every day, even
when I didn't respond. He even bought me coffee (which I never touched
and just threw away). My friend suggested telling the manager, but I'm still
not sure. What if other people think I'm making a fuss for no reason?
Maybe he wasn't flirting with me. Some people at work said he was just
being nice (9)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

It's gotten to the point where I can't accept it at all, it was my birthday. He
gave me a gift: a photo album. When I opened them, they were all photos of
me that he secretly took. When I first saw the photos, I felt more scared
than happy because he was secretly recording my every action. When I
work, meet with clients, chat with friends, I am very afraid (10)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

There's also a photo of me getting into my boyfriend's car. But he crossed

out my boyfriend's face. Oh, and each image has a caption. He described
that she loves me more than anyone. He said he was willing to do anything
for me. Honestly, I really want to vomit. Doesn't feel comfortable at all (11)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

One day I went to see a movie with my boyfriend. After watching for about
10 minutes, someone just sat down next to us. But he didn't watch the
movie, he just stared at me until I felt like I was being watched. My
boyfriend changed seats with me, blocked me and stared at the boy until he
left (12)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

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I don't know why he was there. But it must be because I posted a photo of a
movie ticket on IG Story and he saw it. I really didn't expect him to follow
me to the movies. At that moment I didn't understand what I did to give him
a little hope (13)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

Can't I post movie tickets? That's wrong? Am I careless to the point where
you will harass me? It was my fault? (14)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

I couldn't stand it, so I decided to tell people. But they said they didn't see
anything wrong. A didn't do anything wrong, he just wanted the best from
me, it was my fault, why didn't I accept it? When I got to this point, I
thought enough was enough. I couldn't take it anymore so I looked for a
new job and quit (15)

PloySwift @ploynpt. April 2

Many thanks for everything. Now I feel better and have a new job near my
boyfriend's work. He is always there to pick me up and drop me off. My
parents also felt a little more comfortable. As for those wondering why I
didn't reject it, I already did by all means. Even when he found out that I
had a boyfriend, he didn't stop at all. I have changed jobs now and I hope he
don't follow me again.

All of the Twitter threads detailed privacy violations by the person at her
former workplace, which Ploypaphat had to deal with about 2-3 months
before her death. As soon as the investigation team noticed the trend, they
once again questioned people close to the deceased to confirm how the
harassment incident occurred. The deceased's boyfriend seemed surprised
when asked about it.

“Do the police believe it was her work?”

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“We need to investigate all possibilities. And yes, he is one of the suspects
we are currently Investigating,"

Lieutenant Tul explained as she looked at the face of the man who was still
sad because he lost his girlfriend to a murder.

“If so, I remember it well....”

The young man felt nauseous when thinking about what had happened in
the past, he took deep breaths several times. Eyes bright with confusion, he
stared at his clasped hands on the table. At that time, Ploy and I were still
close and not dating. I knew he was a salesman there. There was a time
when Ploy felt uncomfortable with the elder who taught her and came to
trust him...

“What did he say?”

He put her hand to her forehead trying to suppress her emotions as he

imagined that he was the man who took her lover's life and also abused her
in the last days of her life.

“Mainly what Ploy said on Twitter. At that point, I asked her to report it to
the police, but Ploy didn't want to cause problems and she decided to just
change jobs. After that, her mental condition was not very good. She was
constantly paranoid. When she went out with me, she was afraid that
someone would watch her or follow her secretly....”

Tul felt sorry for the young woman. There were many more victims whose
privacy had been violated by someone. They always think they do it with
good intentions, without realizing the fear it causes to those who don't want
it. What's more, some people whose love has been rejected by their victim
think that this is reason enough to invade their life even more.

“I didn't think about that at all, I didn't think... Two months later, Ploy
walked away from her job, she felt better and more comfortable because she
no longer saw the man, and he seemed to have stopped following her. But
if... If the Police said maybe he, then I…”

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The young man swallowed, as if he had a lump in his throat. He always

blamed himself for not being able to save his girlfriend. In the past he
believed that the nightmare would disappear, but instead this happened....
Tul took out a handkerchief and handed it to him. Although there were no
tears at all, his broad shoulders trembled violently.

“We will locate him to interrogate him. We may need to contact you again
to identify you.”

“I'll help you. Ploy shouldn't have faced something like this.... Tears
dripped down the back of his hand.”

He cried like the first day he found out that his girlfriend had left him
forever. It was a feeling that a living person had to endure when accepting
the departure of a loved one. No matter how much time passes, his hearts
will not be able to heal. And for a murderer, it only takes decades to receive
forgiveness from people who were not even related to the deceased, and
still be able to go out and continue living in society even though their hands
have cut off their chances of survival.

“Is Mr. Rueangrit there?”

Tul returned to the private importing company and met with the sales
manager again. He seemed a little worried when he had to face the young
lieutenant who had questioned him earlier. This time, the police returned
with new clues that clearly showed who the person was who had previously
had problems with the deceased.

“He didn't come to work today, he used his license rights.”

“Oh…”

Tul stopped, raised her head and looked around the office. Then she looked
at the manager and thought about how the employee decided to take the day
off,

“Then we have to ask you. Is it true that he engaged in harassing behavior

at work?”

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"Well, talking like that may be too much, Lieutenant,"

He muttered as he gathered the courage to calmly refuse, although he still

didn't dare make eye contact with Tul.

“People fall in love or like each other at work. There's never been a rule
against that here. Rueangrit just...he liked her. Here everyone knew it.”

“And you didn't realize that the woman wasn't playing along?”

The manager's face paled when Tul attacked, but he still tried to defend
himself bravely.

“There's no one playing around here. You can see for yourself that the
woman did not reject him. That means she was giving him hope. Who
wouldn't think of that?”

“She may not know as well as the people here what happened at that time,
but I am sure that she felt uncomfortable with Mr. Rueangrit's behavior, and
she was also disappointed with the evaluation of the manager who was
indifferent to the employee problems here until she had to resign and
change jobs.”

By then, other employees had stopped paying attention to the work they
were fully responsible for, when it was more interesting to see the manager
being attacked by the police. For a few minutes he looked constipated, as if
he were weighing his thoughts. Most importantly, he would face the
company so that he would not relate to the problems that occur under his
supervision or fully admit and explain what happened.

“Think carefully that if Mr. Rueangrit is related to the death of Miss

Ploypaphat, you will be considered to be withholding important
information, obstructing the officer's work and....”

“Okay…”

He raised his hands in surrender. Beads of sweat appeared around the mouth
and the tip of the nose, even though the air conditioning was cold.

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“Yes, it really happened, but I didn't think it would be serious, he didn't

stalk her that often, right?”

The manager turned to seek help from the others, but they all looked away
and hid their faces behind the computer screen. Some people shook their
heads in disgust at the manager's
cowardice. He bit his lip and cursed under his breath until Lieutenant Tul
felt sick.

“Instead of protecting the victims, you chose to hide this matter and
prioritize the company's image. Who will respect you for that?”

Tul harshly criticized, causing discomfort. Then he lowered his head to

register what he had just been told. If the manager had been willing to talk
about his previous harassing behavior, the victim could have been saved
from the predator. It was a pity that Tul couldn't remember the faces of all
the employees he asked the day before. For better or worse, it was possible
that she had spoken to the man, but she had not asked his name.

“B...but he probably wasn't involved in the serial murders reported on the

news, right? Records like that would have surfaced before the company
hired him.”

Tul looked at him with an indifferent look. Until now, the man in front of
her was more worried about the bad image that would be produced.

“We have to investigate this again, but if he has no criminal record, it is

possible that he is not related to the previous murderer.”

“Can the police contact him? Or do you want me to help you contact him?”

After embarrassing himself in front of the entire department, the director

offered the police a way out. This was an opportunity to save face.

“In this case we must ask for your collaboration. Not only his phone
number, but also your place of residence.”

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The two police officers arrived at the apartment of Mr. Rueangrit, a suspect
in the murder of the young woman he had been harassing. Tul ran into a bit
of trouble when the guards refused to let them in until she showed her
police badge and stated her purpose with determination.

“I am a police officer. We are investigating a case and we have learned that

the suspect lives here.”

“Oh, you're an undercover police officer. What case are you investigating?
Heist? Or murder?”

Asked a fifty-year-old aunt in charge of the apartment. Tul turned to make

eye contact with Jew and asked what they had to say.

“Murder case. If you want to know, cooperate with the police.”

He used a calm tone of voice, as if he was talking to his mother, and it also
surprised the older woman quite a bit. She put her hands on her chest and
raised her voice.

“Did he kill someone? In what room? Is he in the room now!?”

“We think he is in his room because he didn't go to work.”

The woman took the two to room 504 with a spare key kept in case of
emergency in case the room owner refused to open the door or was away.
Lieutenant Tul decided to try knocking onbthe door to see first and asked
the wife to stay away from her. If Mr. Rueangrit were the culprit, perhaps
there would be more unexpected events than agreeing to go to the police.
But there was no one.

“Is Mr. Rueangrit in the room?”

“Mr. Rueangrit, if you are there, open the door.”

Lieutenant Tul knocked several times but there was no sign of the owner of
the room coming out and opening the door for her. She put his ear to the
door but couldn't hear any sound from inside the room.

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“What should we do? He's probably not in the room. How about we wait in
front of the apartment until he gets back?”

Jew whispered softly. It was clear that this suspect was outside, otherwise
there would have been a reaction from inside even though he refused to
open the door. Tul sighed heavily, she was upset and she didn't want to give
up.

“Ask the aunt to open the door.”

“It will be OK? We don't have a search warrant.”

“I will take responsibility.”

Tul grabbed the stick she had tucked into her waist so she could get in after
turning the spare key.nInside the room it smelled musty, the air ventilation
was not good and all the windows were closed tightly. Plain colored
curtains do not allow outside light to pass through. The shape of the room
was not too small, so a lot of furniture could be placed, divided into a
kitchen area and a sleeping area, almost the same as a condominium. Dirty
clothes piled up in the hamper, dirty dishes in the sink, as if the owner of
the room had returned in a long time.

Jew went into the bathroom to check on him, while Tul looked around the
room. In the comer near the bed, next to the window, there was a computer
on a table that the owner seemed to really like. This chair is the type of
chair that gamers usually use, with a backlit keyboard and a large CPU. But
what was most surprising were the dozens of photographs taped to the wall
above the computer.

They were photographs of Miss Ploypaphat in every pose. Tul, of course,

studied the images anxiously, thinking about how the young girl must have
felt uncomfortable being harassed, her privacy invaded in more ways than
she could understand. This was not simply creepy behavior, it entered
criminal territory. And seeing that there were pictures of her in her room
didn't eliminate this scary behavior at all..

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“Phi, I found a bottle of xylazine in the bathroom. He still has It.....Damn,

he's crazy.”

Jew immediately cursed when he saw the photos of the girl on the wall. Tul
pointed to one of the photographs in which Ploypaphat was asleep in the
car.

This is the clothes he was wearing on the night of the murder. The last
person who was with him at that moment was this crazy man.

“Can't. I have to call the inspector.”

Wait a minute... Tul stopped Jew before deciding to do something that no

one else expected, that is, turn on the suspect's computer. But this time,
instead of reprimanding her, Jew handled his superior's stubbornness well
enough to understand what Tul wanted to examine.

His computer was not password protected, it was probably because he did
not expect anyone to open it secretly. The screen still showed secret photos
of Ms. Ploypafat. Tul took a deep breath, moved the mouse, and opened
several folders that had the potential to become crucial evidence. in this
case. Given the disgusting behavior of this stalker, it was possible that there
were some things hidden.

“Oh no, this is terrible... Very terrible. Damn psychopath!”

Jew looked away as he opened a folder called 'Finally, You're Mine'. It

contained scenes of crimes committed by Ruengrit against the deceased.
When he left her helpless, when she was left unconscious on the cement
floor, or even when she regained consciousness only to find out what had
happened to her. Tul took out her cell phone and took a photo of the main
evidence from the computer screen before closing the file. She suppressed
her anger and moved her trembling hands to swipe the mouse and open
Google Chrome that he had integrated into Windows to view the search
history. As it turns out, it's full of information this killer needs…Anesthesia

“He are also looking for Mr. Wisut's information. That means he intended to
make it look like a copy right?”

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“Maybe. He also found out when Mr. Wisut was released. He prepared a
rope to tie the victim, and also a hammer to kill her. However, there were
bricks present, and that made the hammer unnecessary,"

Tul analyzed, biting her lip until she turned pale. If so, that means that he
might want to continue killing his victims in a row, or maybe he would stop
doing so... Because at this time, Mr. Wisut had been arrested.

“But what is known is that he killed her with a plan. He had been following
the victim and knew. exactly what she was doing, where, when and with
whom. He chose the day and time to act like a serial killer, perhaps because
he wanted to divert the attention of the police? Or could it be a mental
illness like Mr. Wisut?”

The assumptions that existed until that moment gave Tul a headache. The
humid air in the room didn't help her breathe easier. But before deciding to
turn off the computer and leave the murderer's room, her eyes noticed a
plastic tip protruding from the desk shelf, which caught the lieutenant's
attention to open the shelf and take it out. It was flat plastic from a photo
printing shop. Lieutenant Tul poured dozens of 4x6 inch photographic
papers into her hand. It was an image of the young woman being harassed
and photographed without her knowledge while she ate, she walked to her
house, even when she went out to throw out the trash in front of the house.
Even in casual clothes, she was secretly photographed.

Lieutenant Tul's heart pounded when she saw the girl's face in the photos.
She was not Miss Ploypaphat. However, the victim was someone else.

“Jew, is it going to rain tonight?”

A girl took her umbrella out of her bag and opened it when she heard the
sound of thunder as she left the subway station. Little by little, heavy rain
fell, fortunately there were no storms that made the route impassable. The
young woman decided not to use an online motorcycle taxi service because
there were long lines, but little time to walk and exercise.

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Walking along the sidewalk of the main road in full traffic, the young
woman turned into an alley that led directly to her house and had no street
lighting. No matter how much the villagers report to the authorities, it
seems that the job is left to the department. This is in contrast to the
'Bangkok, City of Light' posters put up by various politicians trying to win
votes for themselves. The rain continued to fall, becoming more intense,
hitting the umbrella she held tightly. She tried to walk towards the light.
The surrounding atmosphere began to become too quiet, there was no one
and not a single vehicle passing through the narrow alley.

More than once she heard footsteps stepping through the puddles behind
her. She made him think that perhaps she had heard wrong. The young
woman tried to get rid of her fear. In less than a kilometer she would arrive
at her house. How could something bad happen to the alley she had walked
through since she was little? But someone sneaked up on the unsuspecting
young woman, She was wearing a dark trench coat and was also wielding a
hammer, a deadly weapon. Before she even realized the danger, it was too
late...

The hammer in her hand was raised, ready to taste the woman's blood.
Lightning flashed and revealed the face of the assassin. However,
something unexpected happened when the lamb that was about to become
prey suddenly dodged nimbly. And instead of putting his hands together to
beg for mercy, he grabbed the wrist holding the hammer before swinging it
with such force that it would likely break the bone. There was no way the
woman he was looking for could be that strong.

A man in a raincoat stared at his prey, trying to force himself not to panic
over things that went beyond his plans. Until she could see... That the girl in
front of him was not the person she wanted, but someone the same height as
her, seen from behind they looked similar, wearing the clothes she usually
wore, only she wasn't it was the same person. This showed that he had been
deceived.

“You are under arrest.”

Lieutenant Jew spoke over the sound of the rain. But due to her
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move, he was attacked by the criminal. The killernkicked him hard in the
stomach, causing him hand to slip away from him and he took severalnsteps
back. Luckily, the support team appeared in front of him when he was about
to hit Jewnwith the hammer in his hand.

“Stop there!”

Inspector Pichet shouted orders at the top of his voice. The plan for Jew to
impersonate the victim seemed to be working, but which perpetrator would
obey his orders? As soon as he knewnthat he was surrounded by the police,
he decided to throw the hammer in his hand towards the group of officers,
pushing Jew who was still in stomach pain to fall to the ground, before
takingnthe opportunity to run in another direction.

“Lieutenant Jew!”

Tul gritted her teeth. She immediately ran after the killer, refusing to wait
for orders or warnings from the inspector. He ran into a narrow alley and
Tul chased after him so fast that she almost caught up with him.. The heavy
rain hit the surface of her face but did not hinder her at all. The young
lieutenant reached out to grab the collar of his shirt, but when he tried to
free himself he lost control and fell alone.

“How are you going to survive? Don't even think about running away.”

Said Tul, looking at the figure that was about to get up from the path full of
puddles of water. Tul approached slowly, her hand gripping the handle of
the staff in case he could use it to protect himself.nIn a split second the man
stood up, the sharp knife immediately cut Lieutenant Tul's stomach, with
only a line. Luckily she was able to avoid it in time. She didn't expect the
criminal to have another weapon after throwing his hammer at the police.

“Get away!”

Without waiting for Tul to react, the criminal repeatedly threw his knife
forward, aiming for Tul's abdomen, but she was able to dodge it with
greater dexterity. It became clear that the other party was neither skilled in
combat nor physically fit. He relied on dirty tactics and exploited his

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physical superiority as a man to dominate his victims. Tul decided not to

use a weapon, trusting that she could handle the situation. She managed to
kick the villain in the stomach, retaliating in the same manner as the attack
on Jew.

The body of the man in the raincoat fell to the ground again, coughing from
the blow to the stomach. The knife was still gripped tightly in his hand, not
moving an inch. Tul planned to finish him off, but the villain turned to stand
up, brandishing a knife to prevent Tul from getting any closer. Tul
continued to pay attention to his hand that continued to move the knife.
Relying on a self- defense stance, she finally managed to grab his wrist and
twist it so hard that the knife slipped from his hand before Tul kicked the
crook of his leg, causing him to kneel on the ground. The force of resistance
and the loud roar that rivaled the sound of rain caused Tul to push him onto
the paved path.

“You are arrested on charges of attempted murder and physical assault on

an officer.”

He put handcuffs on him to prevent the accused from being able to defend
himself. The shout of Lieutenant Tul's name was heard from another
investigation team that had just run after them, causing the owner of that
name to shout back to reveal her whereabouts. He lowered the raincoat
from his head, revealing Mr. Rueangrit's face and the methods of the case
from 18 years ago. Luckily, Lieutenant Tul and Lieutenant Jew were able to
investigate and surmised that that night he might commit another crime by
targeting a young victim from her workplace, who she was unaware was
being harassed the whole time.

Inspector Pichet, who rarely ran like other police officers, criticized
Lieutenant Tul for not waiting for his orders, but considered it fortunate that
his subordinate had not suffered any serious harm. He ordered other officers
to detain Ruengrit at headquarters. Meanwhile, Jew, who was still in pain
after being kicked in the stomach, approached his superior. They looked at
each other and nodded, relieved that they had managed to catch the criminal
despite being soaked and bruised.

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“It doesn't look like the movies. He kicked me and my stomach hurts so
much I can barely stand,"

Jew complained, but then he saw blood stains on the surface of the clothes
on Tul's stomach.

“Phi, Isn't that blood!? He stabbed you!”

The cell phone kept ringing since Che-rån was still showering in the
bathroom. She came out in her pajamas, with a towel on her small
shoulders, and took her cell phone that was no longer ringing. The name
'Mae' appeared on the screen, warning that her close friend was trying to
contact her and sent her a message to call her back. This was so urgent that
she felt a little worried. But before she had time to contact him, Ella Mae
called again.

“Hello.What happened?”

[Ran! Lieutenant Tul was stabbed.]

Che-rán's heart immediately began to pound. She could hardly come to her
immediately, although it was already late.

[She... went to catch a criminal... And there was a knife, too; Jew just called
me to tell me.]

Mae, herself was so scared that her speech was so stuttering that she barely
understood the important points. Che-rán returned to the bedroom and
opened the closet to change clothes. Her little cat was startled when she
heard a knock on the door that made her jump out of bed and go to Cher-
an's room while he wagged her brown tail.

“Where are you now? The head office or the hospital?”

[I don't know. I think she just left there...!]

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Mae's voice was cut off by the sound of her cell phone ringing. Che rán
took the phone out of her ear to see who was calling.

‘P'Tul… .

“Mae... Lieutenant Tul is calling me. I have to answer.”

[Uh-Uh, tell me how things are going.]

Her close friend immediately hung up the phone, giving way to Che-rán
moving her fingertips to answer a call from P'Tul who at that moment did
not know how she was or where exactly she was.

“Hello where are you? Mae said you were stabbed.”

Her voice sounded worried. The clothes she was preparing were thrown on
the bed, but Che-rån heard a soft laugh from the person on the other end of
the line.

[I wasn't stabbed. Jew just panicked, which made everyone else panic too.]

“So where are you now? You're fine, right?”

[Well... A little hurt. But it's okay, the wound will heal.]

“But you said they didn't stab you? What type of wound are you referring
to? Where?”

Che-rán accidentally raised her voice..

[Do not scold me…]

The person being scolded made a soft and low voice. Until the doctor
secretly felt guilty and breathed slowly, trying to calm down before
speaking again.

“Where are you now, P'Tul?”

[Well... In front of the house.]

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The lieutenant responded in an indirect tone, similar to that of a naughty

child who secretly does things that violate school rules..

“Can't you enter the house? Or did you forget the key? Call P'Tihn to open
the door.”

[No... I'm in front of another house…]

Che-ran's heart was beating fast again, she walked to open the curtains of
her bedroom, focusing her eyes on the road in front of her house. Under the
soft orange lights, she could see that the lieutenant's car was indeed parked
there, but the rain was still falling so she couldn't see where she was
standing.

“When did you come? Why did you not tell me?”

She was impatient and she hurriedly left the room and went down the stairs
to the ground floor, followed by a furry cat behind. The little mushroom
must have been quite surprised by what had happened.

[Just arrived…]

As soon as Che-rån opened the door of the house, she realized how hard it
was raining. Lieutenant Tul stood sheltering from the rain under a narrow
tent in front of a thin slatted fence. The girl looked like a puppy that had
fallen into the water until Che-rán had to run to open the door and pull her
under the garage roof. Tul smiled shyly as if she knew the doctor might
reprimand her harshly. But Che-rån did something unexpected, she hugged
the lieutenant whose body was wet from head to toe. She felt a little upset
with herself because she forgot that she was angry at someone who acted
however she wanted. But she was also happy to know that Tul was still
trying to reunite with her even though she was facing problems.

“Ran... You'll get wet too.”

The tallest person, only a few centimeters, did not dare to return the hug.
She only warned because she saw that the pajamas that were now also
getting wet. Still, Che-rán didn't care.

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“Why were you in the rain?”

Tul was relieved by the sweet tone of her voice because she didn't scold her
like usual.

“I've been wet since we caught the criminal.”

But you didn't change your clothes and you let them get wet.

“If it hurts, what would you do?”

In the end, Lieutenant Tul could not escape her reprimand, she could only
smile which bothered Che-ran. The lieutenant couldn't help but have her
arm gently pinched. How much pain would someone who has just passed
through a battlefield feel?

“I can go to the doctor, right?”

“What doctor?”

Che-ran couldn't help but feel irritated by her cunning attitude. Removing
her hand from her grasp, she gently pinched the lieutenant's stomach
without realizing that it was the area that had been scratched by the knife.
Tul screamed louder than before, without pretending. Her new wound
became so painful that she bent over.

“Is the wound there? I'm sorry... Does it hurt a lot?”

Che-rán held her. The more she looked, the more she saw that the white T-
shirt had blood stains on it. Tul tried to force a smile at the doctor even
though the wound was still throbbing. Earlier, Jew had helped give him
some medicine because he saw that the wound was not very deep and
would not be that serious.

"Come in first, I'll bandage your wound,"

Urged the owner of the house, pulling her arm. Feeling reluctant to continue
fighting in the current situation, Tul accepted and allowed herself to be
guided to the smaller person's house, the same place she had visited before.

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Tul didn't expect to be taken upstairs to her bedroom, so she walked up the
stairs carefully. Upon reaching the second floor of the house, the cat quickly
entered the room in front of the guest and took a long time to remember
before recognizing Tul. Tul held her breath as she walked through the door
that led to Cher-án's room, doing her best not to let drops of water fall to the
floor, but ultimately she couldn't avoid them completely.

Che-rán's bedroom was as clean and orderly as her office at the Institute of
Forensic Medicine, and she also had a bookshelf in the corner of the room.
There was a reading table with the little mushroom sitting while wagging
his tail and looking at the lieutenant like Che-rån did. Tul could also see a
shark doll lying face up on the edge of the bed.

“Is the uncle already asleep?”

Tul asked because she only saw the cat and her Ran. The lights downstairs
had also been turned off and Tul was also taken to the bedroom. But Che-
rán, who was looking for a first aid kit on the shelf, shook her head.

“Dad is abroad.”

“Ah…”

Tul tried not to look at the little mushroom, his blue eyes were like security
cameras watching her everywhere. The small hand brought her closer to her
again, before Che-rán placed the first aid kit on the table.

“Let me see the wound.”

“Actually I already cured It, but…”

Tul remained silent when she saw the expression of fear on

Che-rán's face, and immediately agreed to lift the hem of her shirt, exposing
her stomach, which she was injured by a scratch with a sharp object,
making a long cut from the waist almost to the navel. Fortunately, the
incision was not deep enough to require stitches. Cherán looked up after
deciding that she had to do it.

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“P'Tul, take a shower first.”

“D...shower here?”

“Um, if your wound is wet, the medicine won't help. I'll find you clothes.”

“Ran, wait a moment. Actually, it's not a big problem....”

Tul grabbed the thin arm to go back and speak first. But the moment she
saw the other person's face, her stubborn voice disappeared. She knew Che-
ran was worried but she just wanted to see her. She admitted that when
faced with a criminal with a gun in her hand, for a moment, fear arose in
her heart, almost close to the word fear of death. But it wasn't because she
was thinking about herself, she was just thinking about if something
happened to her, how would Che-rån feel?

Tul rested her head on the small shoulder as she had done before. She didn't
hug her for fear that the other person would get wet. Che-rán used the pads
of her fingers to caress her wet hair and whispered softly to the stubborn
girl that she should take a shower.

“P'Tul, take a shower and let me dress your wound.”

"Um..."

This time she agreed, even though there were many things on her mind that
she wanted to say but might have to postpone for now. Tul was given a
towel, a new toothbrush, and Che-rán's clothes that she should be able to
wear, before she was pushed into the bathroom. Tul spent some time in the
bathroom, letting the warm water cleanse her dirty body. The long incision
on her stomach gave her a tingling sensation. She looked worse than the
first time Jew tried to give him the medicine. Maybe it was because she did
not receive proper medical treatment in the first place and her wounds were
also exposed to the moisture from her wet clothes. Luckily her bleeding had
stopped, but she wasn't sure whether to leave the wound open or cover it.

Tul was attracted by the smell of soap and shampoo that lingered on the
clothes that Che-rán had prepared for her. She reminded her of the woman

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who used it regularly. While she was lost in thought, she didn't notice that
she was approaching the bedroom door, which had been left slightly ajar.
Che-rán had changed her clothes and was reading a murder mystery book
while she waited for Tul to finish showering.

“Would you like to dry your hair first?”

“Alright. It can be dried alone.”

Tul felt a little embarrassed. Perhaps this was the first time she let others
see her long hair because she usually liked to tie it up. Her ponytail kept her
from getting in the way while she worked. Che-rán didn't say anything after
that. She approached, taking the lieutenant's hand to sit on her bed without
forgetting to bring the first aid kit.

“Sit back and relax. You can lie down if you want,"

Suggested the owner of the room, pointing to the empty space on the bed to
the guest who still seemed a little hesitant. Tul finally obeyed and she made
herself comfortable leaning on the soft pillow at the head of the bed. She
looked at Che-rán, who was sitting near her, looking for something for
wound care in the first aid kit.

“Please lift your clothes.”

“Don't you want to lift it yourself?”

“I will hit you.”

Tul laughed softly as she heard the fierce woman open the hem of her shirt
to reveal a long gash on her stomach. After showering, the wound looked
better, but still needed treatment. Che-rán used a clean cotton swab soaked
in a small bottle of saline solution before gently cleaning the wound.

The doctor tried to look away so as not to focus on the rippling muscles that
were clearly visible on the stomach of the policewoman who was
performing routine exercises. She herself did not know that Tul was also
having a little difficulty breathing, not because of the burning sensation in

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the wound that had been applied with medicine around it, but when Che-
ran's hand touched her skin. she, made her flutter. Not including the glances
that alternately looked at her face.

Tul really loved every time she got the chance to see her sweet face up
close. When Che-rán took something seriously, she became much more
charming. Tul really couldn't control her gaze.

“Who did you have to catch? Why are your wounds like this?”

Che-rån asked in the middle of the silence, with her eyes fixed on the
person who had been looking at her in silence for a long time.

“Well... The case is my responsibility. The real culprit has been found.”

Tul was careful with her words, fearing that her words would influence
Ran's mind like before. She couldn't help but feel
worried when Che-rán looked away. Tul reached out to stroke the hair on
the side of Cherán's cheek, she couldn't help it.

“He was someone from her old office... The one who harassed her for
months until she had to leave work. Coincidentally, today I found out that
he was planning to... Do the same thing with another victim. So I went and
caught it in time.”

Could the doctor approve it? But instead, Tul was greeted with dissatisfied
glances at her.

“So you didn't take any precautions? Have other officers suffered injuries
like this?”

“Jew, he disguised himself as the woman he were attacking. And he kicked

him in the stomach.”

“So, what was your role in suffering injuries like this?”

Che-rán continued scolding her while she was busy removing the gauze to
cover her wound. Tul was a little surprised when she Che-rán put some
force on the wound, so that she couldn't continue properly.

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“The criminal escaped.”

“So?”

“So I ran after him to catch him.”

“Alone?”

“I was the only one running to catch up with him. Well...I was alone... Oh
my god, how can you be a doctor and hurt sick people?”

Tul said as she grabbed the small hand that was pinching her
arm. She made a face to gain pity points, but it seemed like she was in good
condition, her points must be very negative. Che-rån removed her hand
from her and when she saw the deep affection and tenderness in the
Lieutenant's eyes, she could barely contain her smile. Che-rán remained
calm, carefully applying clear adhesive tape to cover the wound and then
placing another layer of gauze over it, despite Tul's constant concern due to
her discomfort.

Tul moved closer and smelled the seductive aroma that captivated her. Che-
rán tried to look her in the eyes, but gently pushed Tul back to keep her
distance. But could someone who is stubborn enough do it?

“The next time they hurt you…”

“The first person I will go to will be you, Ran.”

That person spoke sweetly. She seemed happy when she saw Che-rán's
cheeks turn red, although she received displeased glances in her direction.

“Do you only come to see me when you're hurt?”

“Not at all.”

Tul corrected herself when she heard the question.

“I always want to come see you....”

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“You pretend to speak well.”

“I am honest.”

“If someone tells you not to trust the police, do what they tell you because
the police are the most dangerous people.”

She didn't know when Lieutenant Tul closed the distance between them
until they could feel each other's warm breath. Dark eyes narrowed to look
at her lips, which held a hidden meaning.

“I'll let the little mushroom stop you.”

Both parties laughed thinking about the previous incident when they were
interrupted by the meowing of a cat.

“I guess next time I should buy him cat treats.”

“Are you thinking about buying the little one a sandwich?”

Tul murmured in her throat, still watching the lips that showed a sweet
smile. She touched her soft cheek, but Che-rán took her hand and kissed her
palm, making the heart of whoever saw her tremble.

"Let me put this box away first,"

Che-rán laughed when she heard Tul complain like an offended three-year-
old.

“Just a moment... P'Tul.”

Tul allowed Ran to return the first aid kit to the shelf as usual. As for her,
she could only look at her with sad eyes. Che-rán took her time to come
back and make fun of her. Her heart could never deny how much she loved
spending time with Tul. And with every moment it seemed that the two
were getting closer until the relationship was like an hourglass always full
of sand. Her feelings had increased more and more. Cher-án walked back to
the puppy that was blinking on the bed, opening her arms to hug. Cher-an's
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rán's stomach, looking up to plead with her. Che-rán smiled widely with
great affection. She took the small towel hanging from her shoulder and
helped dry Tul's hair, which was not completely dry yet.

“You will get sick if you don't dry it…”

“Only a little. People who don't take good care of themselves used to
behave like this almost all the time.”

Che-rán silently punished her by gently pulling on her earlobe until she
barely felt any pain. But that made the lieutenant take the opportunity to
press Che-rán's small hand against her own cheek. As she sends a pleading
look that made the viewer's heart tremble. When the two were together, Tul
begged her more often. The skillful police officer who carried confidence in
her pocket, or the one called Tul, really made her heart beat constantly.

And in the end Che-rán gave in to her heart. She cupped the cheek of the
person sitting on the bed, before lowering her face to give her a sweet kiss,
pressing hard to let the other person know how she felt. Tul tugged at the
slim waist, moving her lips to respond to the kiss slow and firm, as much as
she wanted. Che-rán's breathing hitched as her mischievous hands slowly
slid beneath the surface of her pajamas. Tul rubbed and touched the smooth,
soft skin until Che-rán almost lost her balance. If she didn't hold her, then
the back of Che-rán's head would probably collapse.

Her fingertips slid through her still damp hair, squeezing it as they felt her
kiss a little stronger than before. Tul exerted a little force to support the
woman's body in her arms, leaning on her legs. Sbe broke her kiss just to
give her a break, catching her breath before adjusting the angle of her face
to begin a deeper kiss than before. It was as if neither party wanted to
refrain from touching each other.

Tul opened her eyes, noticing the beautiful eyelashes that glowed softly as
they looked at each other sweetly. She began to kiss the tip of her chin
lovingly. Che-rán also gently kissed the tip of her nose back. Her fingers
stroked Tul's hair, curling it around her waist. She also felt disturbed by the
mischievous palm that was still tucked under her shirt.

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“Ran....”

A soft voice called her slowly and pleadingly. The moment she said it, she
knew what P'Tul wanted from her.

"Yes,"

Cherán responded with a trembling voice. She also didn't realize that her
heart was breaking when she kissed her. The tip of Tul's nose sniffed the
scent of her cheek and whispered close to her ear, as if she didn't want to
give her a chance to think and refuse.

“Can I ask? If I were you, what would you say?”

In the first place, Che-rán had no intention of avoiding this situation. If she
didn't open the opportunity, there would be no way to allow someone else to
enter her room and sit on her bed with her sitting on her lap. Hugging each
other and taking turns kissing each other sloppily like this. Che-rán touched
her lips and then her jawline to let her know that her feelings at that
moment were also difficult to deny.

“Um…”

Tul smiled widely like a child after receiving approval from Che-rán's
mouth. Her face came closer, the soft and sweet aroma of Cher-án's body
dazzled her more and more with each day that she passed. She planted light
kisses along her white neck, slowly moving down to her slender shoulders,
pressing soft kisses across the silk fabric. Meanwhile, her fingertips.
unbuttoned the doctor's nightgown, one by one... Slowly, until she was able
to lower the top of the fabric, exposing her shoulders. Tul kissed her soft
and tender skin almost every inch, her fingers could even touch the small
black spot near her collarbone, making her almost unable to control herself.

The buttons on Che-ran's pajamas had been completely undone by the

person in front of her. The doctor was a bit at a disadvantage since those
mischievous lips began to bother her so much that she couldn't do anything
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an octopus, making her gasp. Ran kissed her sweetly before she undid the
buttons on the lieutenant's nightgown.

Their top clothes fell and piled up on the floor next to the bed. Ran never
wore a bra at night, while the lieutenant's bra was soaked by the rain so her
breasts were bare. She looked at her anxiously, like a person caught in a
trap from which she could never get out. Che-rán's breath caught in her
throat as Tul moved her face to her chest and placed kisses on the area,
moving them slowly up and down.

When there were no clothes to cover her, the warm palms occupied those
plump breasts easily. A sweet moan escaped those thin lips of hers as her
fingers caressed her chest, hoping to tease her. Che-rán buried her face in
Tul's black hair, Her body was hot and with every touch of hers she felt a
tingling sensation that made her feel good. Tul moved her face lower than
before to cover the top of her light brown breasts with her own lips..

“Oh-ah... P'Tul.”

Her pretty face rose slightly as she let out a humiliating moan, both hands
grabbed the arms of the person who was pampering her breast with the tip
of her tongue so wet that Che-ran felt like she was dying. The voice saying
her name seemed to make Tul like her and want to make fun of her more.
The cold vapor of the air conditioning touched the skin as Tul opened her
lips, as if letting Che-rán rest and breathe. Che-rán opened her eyes to see
the person slowly moving her face to the other side of her chest. She
dragged her lips across the surface of hers, inviting her to hold her breath
and wait before closing her eyes as the tip of her tongue touched the top of
her breast that she had not yet tasted..

“P...P'Tul.”

Tul was ready to open her lips and raise her face to see Ran, who could no
longer stand up, calling her name. Now that she was receiving a more
passionate kiss than she had before, Che-rán pursed her lips in hopes of
helping ease the anxiety growing in her body. But then she was
sonsurprised that she accidentally hugged Tul's neck while her body lay
down easily on the bed.

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Even though her lips barely parted, Che-rån snuggled closer to the bed with
her arms still around the neck of the person on top of her who was
straddling her body. Her lips kept touching as if she were going to
disappear.

“Ran, you are very beautiful.”

It wasn't just a compliment to please, that made the owner of the soft white
body show an adorable expression of embarrassment. Tul leaned down and
kissed her soft white shoulder blades, placing her lips on her forearms. She
cradled her face, holding her small hands, gently touching both palms and
the back of her hands with great affection before slowly lowering her body.
Che-rán squeezed her stomach to accept the kiss that reached her lips.

“P..P'Tul, I…”

Cher-án seemed unsure, and the observant person could see it. Che-rán
looked down, without much confidence in Tul's downward movement. Tul,
who was still holding her hand. Tul brought her own cheek closer to caress
the back of her hand with her fingers.

“It’s Okay, trust me.”

Che-rán allowed herself to lift her hips slightly, allowing the pajama pants
to slide down from her slim waist and off her shapely legs, floating in the
pile of other clothes. Che-rán closed her eyes, holding with one hand the
black hair of the person who was getting between her legs. She held her
breath each time Tul waited to pass through her. Tul kissed her inner thigh,
before the tip of her tongue gently touched her entrance with her lips
pressed tightly against her soft part, the woman shivered.

“P..P'Tul, ah…”

Che-rán shouted the name of the person who was pampering her with a
hoarse voice, and that made Tul even more happy. The tip of her tongue
moved up and down, emphasizing her point, making her fragile body
tremble more than before. Her thin legs were pinned by another person's

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hand pushing her. She also moved her hips towards her lips, the gesture was
so seductive that she almost went crazy.

Her beautiful face lifted and she rested her cheek on the soft pillow. Her
free hand grabbed her blanket and wrung it until she was crumpled, her toes
tensing. At the same time, Tul helped quicken the pace, responding to needs
when she knew she should. Che-rán felt very satisfied in a few moments,
her thin waist contracted, she moaned incoherently and weakly removed her
hands from Tul's hair. Tul looked up between her legs and slowly
approached her, caressed her cheek and then gave her a kiss as a reward.

"I really like it,"

Said Che-rán. Those soft eyes looked at the face of the person who had just
given her happiness. As if no matter how much she touched her it wasn't
enough.

“I like it too.”

“Do you want me to do it for you?”

She, asked sweetly as she looked at the other person's face. Tul's heart was
beating so fast that it was jumping out of her chest as her body was turned
towards the bed. She stared at the body of the beautiful woman on top of
her, slowly lowering the bottom of her pajamas until they came off her
white legs. Now they were both naked. Tul felt Che-rán's wet entrance
pressing against her without realizing how tempting it was. Tul could barely
take her eyes off the person on top of her, who was leaning down to kiss
along her jaw, down to her neck, teasing her body. Until she could only
make moans stuck in her throat with irregular breathing..

Che-rán tried to use her fingertips on the top of her breasts. She looked at
the satisfied expression of Tul, who raised her hand and gently stroked her
dark brown hair before her thin lips revealed a teasing smile. She made the
heart of whoever saw her tremble until she accidentally pressed her
fingertips. The younger person's hair was gently ruffled to release the
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breasts. Che-rán also liked it very much when she heard Tul's strong voice
calling her by her name.

“R..Ran..”

Cherán looked up from her chest that still looked tempting. Tul sat up,
lifting her body towards her in a pleading manner, before exchanging a
heated kiss when she couldn't take it anymore as Che-rán was controlling
the game. Instead, Che-rán was expelled and forced to sit with her knees.
bent on Tul's lap. Where the person who seduced her comes back to take
advantage of her many times.

The youngest almost melted under her embrace, her plump breasts being
touched again by those warm hands. The light brown tip of the nipple
played gently, igniting emotions that had only been extinguished moments
ago. She still couldn't compare to the sparkle in Tul's eyes that seemed to
want to swallow her whole.

“Please get up for me.”

Tul's hoarse voice whispered, begging for her approval as she kissed her
shoulder, which she seemed to like very much. As embarrassing as it was,
Che-rån allowed herself to sit on her knees with two arms around the back
of P'Tul's head. Che-ran saw that her breasts were almost level with Tul's
face. Just when she wanted to fix it, suddenly her slim waist was held in
place. Before she knew what Tul wanted, a slender finger touched her
sensitive part and penetrated her body. It was so soft that Tul knew exactly
which parts would make her body tremble when she caressed her.

“Don't make fun of me... Ah…”

Her voice trailed off. The moment turned into a moan as those thin fingers
slowly penetrated her body, causing Cher-an to accidentally press her nails
into Tul's shoulder blades until they almost scratched her. Tul helped her by
moving her wrist in and out slowly so she could adjust it until she got used
to it. She secretly looked at the thin lips that moved and bit lightly. Her face
lifted to give her a comforting kiss and a soft whisper so that the person she
was talking to wouldn't tense up anymore when she felt the warm, wet

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touch on the tips of her fingers. Che-rán moved her hips slowly helping to
control the rhythm before taking control.

The sweet moan made Tul almost go crazy and die every second. She still
couldn't take her eyes off this woman's beautiful face. A face so seductive
that she wished she was the only one who could see it. The plump breasts
arched at eye level, both arms hugged the back of her neck, pressing her
until Tul's face was buried in this soft chest. She immediately tasted them
with her lips, using the tip of her tongue to lick them like an insatiable
person. It elicited a sweet moan and an even bigger reaction from the
woman in her arms.

Che-rân ran a hand through her hair before raising her head as she
continued to move her hips in the lap of the person beneath her. Her white
teeth bit her lips as she continued to let out guttural moans shouting Tul's
name over and over again. Tul herself did not let her control the game
herself, she helped her move her wrists according to her rhythm, alternating
slow and fast until Tul felt her fingers being pinched inside her. Her other
hand held the small person's back in her arms as Che-rán arched her back
and thrust, until the warm juices of her body spilled all over her soft thighs
and slender fingers.

The small body threw its weight into its companion's arms, her red face
resting on her broad shoulders as it weakly hugged her body, trying to
regulate its breathing in and out.

After going through a love story that required a lot of energy, Tul couldn't
stop pressing her lips and kissing the temples, the soft cheeks and the
beautiful shoulders that she liked so much.. But then Tul was a little
surprised when a wet, sensitive part of her was touched by Che-rán's
fingertips, as if she wanted to do something for her too. Her small hand
pushed the other person's shoulder to lie down on the bed, with her
following her down and snuggling next to her, resting her head on the arm
that hugged her.

“Umh, there…”

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Tul whispered completely inaudible. A loud moan rose from her throat as
Che-rán slid her fingers, moving between the petals to help her release the
pent-up emotions within her body. Che-rán accelerated the rhythm of her
fingertips, while she kissed Tul's white neck, who hugged her tighter until
she sank into her arms and her body contracted for a moment. Her breathing
relaxed and her cries calmed from exhaustion.
She hugged Cherán tightly and kissed her on the forehead, replacing the
word 'love'.

Che-rån herself tilted her lips upward and lightly kissed Tul's cheek. She
wrapped her arms around her waist, careful not to touch the almost
forgotten scars from what had happened. Tul grabbed her blanket and
covered their naked bodies, curled up on the bed.

“Maybe the little mushroom will tell the teacher about this.”

Che-rán started to laugh. She almost forgot about her cat, who was still in
the bedroom and probably saw everything.

“I'm sure he will. Daddy definitely won't leave you like this…”

She said threateningly as she gently pinched Tul's white cheek.

“But the professor's daughter is also naughty. Oh, you..."

Tul made a mocking sound as her arm was pinched. But this time it wasn't
that Che-rán didn't like it, she was just embarrassed. She hid her smile as
she turned her body a little. But since she was still in her arms, she couldn't
choose anything but to hug the thin arms that surrounded her waist.

However, it seemed that Che-rán made way for Tul to sneak in, stealing the
moment without realizing it, when she felt the soft touch of Tul's lips
planting kisses on her beautiful shoulders, then flowing towards the
attractive white area of her neck., making her feel more than just dizzy.
Warm breath gently caressed her soft skin, as Tul's arms tightened around
her, moving closer until their bodies were pressed tightly against each other.
And even the hands that had been on her waist began to wander upwards,

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exploring her swollen breasts, with the warmth of her possessive hands
leaving her breathless again.

It seemed that the atmosphere on that rainy night was not only full of bad
things. Sweet moans rang through the air as the two women continued to
exchange intimate touches, lingering throughout the silent and solemn night
in the room. They lay there as the sound of rain and thunder rumbled
outside, seeping through the cracks.

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②④

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ғᴏᴜʀ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

With the weather after the heavy rain that had fallen all night, even though
she was huddled under a thick blanket, she still felt the cold air and had to
move her body towards the warm steam, which automatically made Tul
wake up a little. Little with a thin arm around her waist, still sleepy, she
pressed her eyelids to prevent them from opening when she realized who
the small figure in her arms was. She simply leaned down and her face
touched the forehead of the person in her arms. Tul succumbed to lethargy,
breathed slowly and fell asleep again. However, Tul had to wake up again
when she felt a wet touch on her right cheek, along with the sound of the
breathing of a living being snoring before the perpetrator shouted 'meow' so
loud in her ear, that the stranger who was dared to sleep in her bed, she had
to get up.

“Oh hello.”

Tul looked at the furry creature with one eye. His blue eyes stared at her,

“I'm P'Tul, don't you remember?”

The little mushroom responded with a voice that sounded like it was
scolding her, just like when Che-rán scolded her. The cat made the person
who was still asleep wake up as well. Che- rán smiled a little, put her arm
around the waist of the person next to her, put her face in, making Tul feel
affection for her.

“Are you awake.....”

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“Um, the little mushroom woke me up. He was probably wondering how I
could sleep here.”

Tul used the pads of her fingers to gently remove the hair from the other
person's cheek.

“Mushroom usually sleeps in bed.”

“Aside from asking for your bed back, will you also want to fight for your
mother?”

Che-rån showed a wide smile, without being able to deny that she was very
happy to wake up in Tul's arms. She raised her head and pursed her lips to
gently kiss her rosy white cheek, hoping to convey a word of love without
speaking. When she couldn't take it anymore, she buried her face in those
broad shoulders like before. Tul lifted her beautiful face towards her before
pressing her lips to the same spot. The cat interrupted again, making the two
people laugh who never let go. Mushroom began scratching his paws
against the blanket, and Tul thought that if she still refused to give his
mother back, maybe her face would have scratch marks from the little cat.

“I'll take a shower first. If you want to sleep a little longer, that's fine.”

“Yes…”

Tul thought she was going to die when Che-rán stretched her arms and got
out of bed, the blanket falling from her body, revealing her soft, white
bottom. She looked so beautiful that she wouldn't let anyone see her. Che-
rán thought about getting a blanket to cover herself, but the stubborn figure
refused to lie down according to her instructions. Tul stood up and hugged
her from behind. It was clear that she was waiting for something when she
began to kiss Che-rán's soft white neck, causing her to tilt her head slightly
at her touch. Tul then approached her beautiful shoulder that she liked,
before whispering softly:

“Do you want us to take a bath together?”

“What do you want?”

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"Nothing, a shower means a real shower."

Tul made that excuse while the expression in her eyes changed like that of a
defendant who gives up evidence.

"We could save some time, right?" It's almost six. I also have injuries, so
bathing will be difficult.”

Che-rán couldn't help but smile when she heard the other person's excuse
for asking them to bathe together. She turned and kissed the cheek of the
person who was resting her chin on her shoulder. She liked to see her red
cheeks, which Tul didn't notice.

“Come on.”

She squeezed toothpaste onto the toothbrush she had just opened the night
before, then handed it to someone else before squeezing some out for
herself. Che-rån turned to look at the mirror, she saw the reflection of the
person next to her who was also standing brushing her teeth. Tul first
finished brushing her teeth, then leaned in front of the sink to rinse her
mouth, and placed the toothbrush back in the glass. After washing her face
and eyes, she waited for Che- rån who took longer.

"Here, look."

Tul saw a red scratch on her upper arm and then turned to show her.

“I wonder if the little cat scratched me last night..”

Che-rán hit the red marks that contrasted with the white skin, causing
laughter from the person who liked to make fun of her. Tul smiled as she
watched the petite woman lean down from her to rinse her mouth and face.
Before approaching her, she gently kissed those eyelids of hers, up to the tip
of her nose, touching her thin lips that smelled of mint toothpaste.

“Why don't you take a shower?”

Che-rán allowed her to kiss her again until she was satisfied, then slowly
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save time. If she hadn't held back last night, she thought they would have
missed work in the morning, which would make the others wonder why.

“Well, you're pretty…”

Che-rán smiled and used her finger to stroke the other person's chin,
saying,

"If we hadn't stopped yesterday, you would definitely starve to death."

"You..."

Her mocking words made Tul realize that it was she who was being teased.
Her heart was pounding at the thought of Che-rån hugging her neck, but
instead she gathered her hair into a bun and used a ribbon to keep it from
getting wet, before they took her to the other side of the bathroom. Che-rán
grabbed the shower hose, turned on the warm water switch, before trying to
pour water on herself to see if it was hot enough or not. Every one of her
actions was under Tul's supervision. Tul helped slowly pour water all over
Ran's body, especially on her smooth back. She noticed the faint red love
marks on her white skin, which she had left the night before, scattered
across her chest and around the back of her neck and leaned her face down
to kiss them.

“P'Tul, please.”

Che-rån asked the taller person to be careful so that water did not enter the
wound on her stomach even though she was wearing a waterproof band-aid.
Turning around, Che-rån felt her face heat up when she saw that there was
not just a small scratch on Tul's body. But she kept her mouth shut,
promising herself that she would never fall into temptation.

“Do you want to take turns?... I mean rubbing your body.”

"I know,"

Che-rán patted the person who spoke on the shoulder. But it must have been
so soft that Tul didn't feel anything, instead she smiled mischievously. She

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squeezed bath soap that smelled like flowers into both hands. First they
took turns rubbing each other's bodies. Che-rán was very gentle in rubbing
Tul's body, but Tul had to be careful, fearing that if she touched her harder
than this, Che-rán would get hurt.

“Ran, let me wash your back.”

Her fragile body obeyed, but Tul put liquid soap in her hands again and
rubbed it all over her soft, white back. She did not forget to press her lips on
Che-ran's shoulder with great affection. The scent of the bath soap was
fragrant, causing her to brush the tip of her nose against the other side of
Che-ran's shoulder until her foam stuck. Che-rán, who saw that, laughed
softly, but instead of using her hand to wipe away the foam, she used the tip
of her nose and they touched each other. Tul looked at those thin lips as if
asking permission before Che-rán raised her face slightly so that their lips
could easily touch. The two kissed repeatedly without thinking about time,
even though their initial intention was to shower together to save time.

Tul was wearing a casual shirt that Che-rån had prepared for her. It wasn't
her style of dressing. but she would at least wear it first so she could go
home and put on clean clothes. Her wet clothes from the night before were
returned to the bag to be washed. The owner of the skin care products, she
began applying them all over her face. Tul stood and watched for a moment
before she was led to sit next to her.

“Sit down first, I'll put it on for you.”

Fortunately, the chair was big enough for two people to share a seat. Tul
turned her head to follow the hand that held her cheek, closing her eyes as
Che-rán gently spread the cream all over her face, softer than a feather,
barely feeling anything. Or even when she teased her and Che-rán pinched
her, Tul still felt that Che-rán only lightly touched her body.

“Do you want to put on makeup?”

“I have to go home to change my clothes.”

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"I want to try to do your makeup, P'Tul..."

A sweet voice pleaded. Could Tul reject her? No, Tul finally stood still and
let Ran spread the makeup on various spots on her face before using a
sponge to spread it, absorbing it into her soft white skin. Tul kept her eyes
open and glanced at her personal makeup artist from time to time. Che-rán
seemed to have fun choosing cosmetics that fit her style.

“Do you normally do your eyebrows?”

“If I'm in a hurry, I don't do it. I just put on lipstick and leave the house.”

Tul watched Che-rán take a dark brown eyebrow pencil and then run the tip
of the pencil along her eyebrows. Tul noticed the person who seemed very
serious about putting on makeup. She didn't dare tease her now because her
eyebrows would be crooked so it would take time for her to make them up
again. Her nose smelled the same soft, fragrant soapy aroma of her and
Che-rán's body. The lieutenant's eyebrows were beautifully aligned, looking
stunning. Che-rán chose a lip gloss that could suit Tul's lips. She then
applied red color gently on her lower lip. She asked Tul to press her lips
together before smearing some more. But she still wasn't satisfied with her
job.

“Do you want me to add a little blush?”

“I have never used.”

“Just try it.”

She didn't know if Che-ran's request was effective or if Tul could never
refuse it, but the lieutenant saw the large cheek brush that Che-rán used to
apply blush. The small hand held the tip of her chin to tilt her face slightly,
before gently running it over her cheek. Che-rån did the same with the other
and seemed satisfied with her own work.

"Jew will definitely ask."

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Tul looked at her face, painted with makeup, in the mirror. She couldn't help
but think what would happen if her subordinate noticed something else
about her. But the special makeup artist seemed very happy, looking at her
work with sparkling eyes and continuing to praise her.

“I really like it. I want to do your makeup often.”

“I like you too.”

Tul smiled mockingly, but the other person laughed as if she agreed with
everything. But before everything went any further, Che-rán realized that
she had not put on makeup and had not yet prepared the breakfast that her
father always prepared. Tul stood up and told her to sit in front of the
dressing table as usual. When she finished and was ready and
as it seemed that the wait would take too long she said:

“Do you want me to make something to eat?”

“Umm... I don't know what's left in the refrigerator. Can you turn on the
gas?”

“Of course, I'll cook while you put on your makeup.”

“Please look at the food on the mushroom plate, whether it is finished or

not. The can of food is on the shelf near the plate.”

“Yeah.”

Tul approached and pressed the tip of her nose to kiss her soft dark brown
hair, before leaving the bedroom and going down the stairs. She didn't know
where the little mushroom was, but he had finished the food on his plate.
The special guest of the house opened a shelf to take the can of food out of
it and then put it in a container. The sound of food hitting the bowl seemed
to summon the furry creature which ran out of nowhere, tail sticking out
behind it, quivering happily. It was as if she had forgiven Tul for stealing
her bed and her mother the night before, because she only wanted food.

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Tul created intimacy by stroking the cat's back as it bent down to eat its
food in a bowl. After a while Tul got up and opened the refrigerator. She
decided to take three eggs and a piece of ham. She saw some bread on the
counter and thought about making an easy ham and scrambled egg
sandwich to eat together. Because if she had to cook rice, it might take a
long time and the doctor would be late for the office. As the younger sister
of a hotel chef, she rarely cooked, but she still had some skills. Eggs
seasoned with oyster sauce and soy sauce were beaten before turning on the
gas stove and reducing the heat. She put the butter she found in the
refrigerator in a flat pan until it melted. After that, she poured the eggs
slowly until the entire area was filled. She used a wooden spatula to gently
stir the soft yellow eggs, until they were fragrant and cooked. Che-ran went
down to the kitchen while the cook was frying ham over low heat, the
aroma reached the nose of the owner of the house who smiled as she
approached and stood behind Tul

“I'm getting hungry. You're a good cook, Lieutenant.”

Ran let out a double-voiced sound that sounded like she was mocking her,
causing the listener to smile. Tul turned off the gas stove and served the
ham on a plate.

“You can sit and wait. I have not finished.”

“Drink coffee? I have a coffee maker.”

“Um, please give me a glass.”

“No sugar, right?”

The one she remembered, she took two glasses and put them on the table.
She put the coffee beans into the grinder. Soon, the kitchen inside the house
was filled with the aroma of coffee and scrambled eggs. Tul spread a thin
layer of butter on wheat bread, then spread mayonnaise and finished with
scrambled eggs and ham, along with another slice of bread.
There were enough scrambled eggs and ham to make more sandwiches,
three in total. Tul took a knife and cut her sandwich in half making each

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sandwich into a triangular shape just in case the doctor would find it easier
to eat it that way. At that moment Che-rán finished and took the hot coffee.

“This isn't uncle's glass, is it?”

“No, this is mine.”

The belief that simply smiling could prolong a person's life for decades, as
of last night, probably meant that both women would live long lives. They
had no idea that simply spending time together could bring them so much
happiness. Not only in the good times, even in the worst, they still had
someone who listened to them and comforted them with both words and
actions. The two each ate two sandwiches filled with scrambled eggs and
ham, leaving the remaining two slices that Che-rán asked her to pack in
case she got hungry before lunch. The owner of the house offered to wash
the dishes because Tul had prepared something to eat for her.

Tul was sitting with the cat, who began to throw himself into her arms and
let Tul rub her stomach. It took a while for Che-rán to put her last cup of
coffee in the sink and walk to say goodbye to the furry cat and then leave
the house with Tul.

“Will the criminal be interrogated today?”

Ran asked as she closed the door of the house. She turned around and found
Tul standing and waiting.

“Umm, it will be this afternoon. All the DNA samples we collected from
him have been sent to forensics. But even though the results were not
available in time, we still have strong evidence against him.”

“Then good luck,”

Tul raised her hand to scratch her cheek, looked outside the fence to see if
anyone was passing by.

“Nothing... Not even a kiss? Like... A lucky kiss?”

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Che-rån wrinkled her nose, then pulled the hem of the shirt Tul was wearing
to bring her closer before giving her a lucky kiss on the lips as she wished,
causing a big smile to form on her face.

“You can go now. See you at work.”

“Umm.”

Tul walked back as if she didn't want to leave. The doctor helped open the
fence. Che-ran would drive her red Mazda, while she walked to her car that
was parked all night near the fence. Che-rán stood and said goodbye in
front of the fence before the truck retumed to her house to change clothes..

Lieutenant Tul left for the Central Investigation Headquarters, before the
interrogation began, which would take place in two hours. First she went to
her house to change into the clothes she wore every day, but she didn't
know how to remove the makeup that Che-rán had put on her. She wasted
no time in answering P'Tihn's question about where lanbochenanteuorny
had gone because she did not retum home. Her brother, who liked to gossip,
didn't believe she had stayed at Jew's house, but fortunately he didn't ask
any more questions.

The area in front of the headquarters was still full of journalists and several
neighbors interested in a murder case similar to the one 18 years ago. The
investigation team managed to arrest the true perpetrator of the case.
However, the public's distrust of the authorities' work was stronger than
before, with claims that Mr. Wisut's previous arrest had been reversed. Tul
entered the building with several officers. Lieutenant Jew, who had just left
Inspector Pichet's room, ran towards her superior with important news in
her mouth.

“Phi, the inspector said he wanted you to interrogate him because you found
the evidence and arrested him yourself.”

"Okay, ten o'clock, right? You come with me?”

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Tul looked at her watch, she had almost an hour and a half left. It was
enough to gather various supporting documents and prepare for the
interrogation.

“Yeah. The inspector will also come to witness the interrogation with... uh...
the commander.”

Tulle frowned. If you don't count the previous case where one of the police
officers was the accused, he was behind the scenes to help minimize the
law, but Tul had never seen such a high- ranking police officer show any
special interest in no case to the point of wanting to see the interrogation.

"Don't tell me you're worried this has something to do with an old case."

“Don't know. But if the perpetrator wasn't Rueangrit, I would be afraid that
he might be the scapegoat for the case eighteen years ago.”

“It is very unlikely. Seeing the situation, Rueangrit is a stalker who tries to
copy the case.”

“Although it's unlikely, that's what they fear. If it has anything to do with
this case, it would be a big hole in a case they tried to close eighteen years
ago.”

Lieutenant Jew said after her initial assumption.

“Judging by Mr. Rueangrit's story, he was born and lived in Bangkok since
he was a child. 18 years ago, he was only 14 years old, he could not have
committed a crime with up to 7 victims.”

Tul couldn't think clearly. Her heart did not want to believe that a person
who had harassing behavior had committed a murder several years ago.
Although her methods were similar, he seemed careless. There were so
many things that were hard to believe.

“But... Why do you look blushing?”

Jew managed to draw his superior, who was thinking about her doubts
about the case at hand, to a topic she had been thinking about since she was

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on her way to the barracks. But she didn't expect him to be so fast.

“Phi... You also draw your eyebrows.”

Jew even grabbed her upper arms to turn her head toward her so he could
see her clearly. Her eyebrows were made up, with powder, blush and lip
gloss that made her look different than what she was used to. Where was
Tul planning to go?

"Uh, yeah."

Tul pushed the tall man's hand away and looked anywhere but into
Lieutenant Jew's bright eyes.

“Have you spoken to Dr. Ran?”

“Hey?.”

But she fell off her horse with such a simple question. Her very confused
expression made Lieutenant Jew raise her eyebrows.

“Yesterday Mae called Dr. Ran to tell her that you had been stabbed. Have
you talked to her yet? When the doctor finds out, she will be worried.”

“Yes, I told her.”

Her voice sounded different. She was like someone who made excuses even
though his detective instincts told Jew that this wasn't normal. His superior
was hiding something, his ears were redder than his cheeks, which he was
trying to hide.

“Where did you and Dr.Ran go?”

Tul acted like she was choking on her own saliva, trying to act as normal as
possible until it seemed abnormal, then she spoke very loudly, abandoning
the topic and going back to work on it.

“Why do you keep asking? Call the medical examiner to ask if they have
the DNA test results. Now.”

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The young lieutenant left the order before walking away in another
direction, leaving Jew very confused.

“I just asked her where she went with the doctor. What happens?”

An innocent expression looked around the room before stopping in front of

a large mirror, realizing that there were several police officers watching her
from the next room. Someone opened the door and entered, distracting the
defendant who was awaiting interrogation. Mr. Rueangrit looked at the
policewoman whose face she recognized after the fight they had the night
before. A smile appeared on his face because he didn't expect to lose to a
woman. He didn't know how much training the young lieutenant had
received, to the point where she couldn't stand it.

Lieutenant Tul was sitting in front of him, looking at the accused with
disgusted eyes when she saw that he never regretted his actions. He not
only took a woman's life, but also made her feel afraid and until the last
moment of her life he continued to attack her body. By not getting any
consent from her, he easily took her life cruelly, abusing her only because
he wanted to replicate the murder case from 18 years ago.

If Lieutenant Tul had not investigated until she learned that the defendant
was about to commit another crime with a new victim, another life would
have been lost at the hands of this murderer. It seemed that he himself did
not think that the police already knew about his plan, so they managed to
prevent it.

"Listen, police, how did you know that the next person was Ning? Please
tell me,"

Mr. Rueangrit opened his mouth and asked before the police questioned
him. That expression of interest with a smile made Tul decide to ignore his
provocative attitude.

“Does it matter how the police find out? As long as I'm not the victim of a
murderer like you, that's enough.”

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He laughed like a madman. The chains and shackles of the handcuffs made
a loud noise in the interrogation room.

“You cops are very funny and very interested in serial killers, I thought no
one would come for me. I... worked very fast.”

Tul looked at him with cold, disgusted eyes. Many times she met with
suspects who tended to experience mental instability. Research articles in
the field of criminology also described the entire behavior of this group and
showed that, in addition to psychological conditions, growing up in a
certain social environment could easily turn a person into a criminal..

“We have interrogated him and the evidence does not point towards him.
Therefore, Mr. Wisut is not involved in this case.”

Rueangrit shrugged indifferently:

"Why isn't he involved? Also, last night I followed Ning from

her work and saw her coming home alone, so I was worried.”

"Oh..."

Tul crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the back of the
chair, narrowing her eyes at the man in front of her who refused to admit
that he had done anything wrong,

"You meant to accompany her home, but with a hammer, a knife and a
rope.”

“It's normal, everyone brings it.”

"The same green nylon rope you used on Miss Ploypaphat? You better not
try to tell me anything.”

Lieutenant Tul lowered her voice to intimidate the accused, who had
searched his house without a search warrant to have sufficient evidence that
the accused had committed the crime before and would act again the night
before.

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“It happened by accident, I bought a rope to use at home.”

"But Miss Ning said she wasn't close to you. She didn't even know that she
had been followed by a stalker all this time. She also knows that, although
you did not plan to harm her, your behavior seriously intruded on her
private area. That's enough to make you a criminal.”

He laughed in a voice that sounded like an asthmatic, shaking his head.

“These women are strange. They come to talk to me, they smile at me, and
when I do something, they say I'm a stalker. What is this, police? What I did
is the same as what people in love do.”

“They didn't even accept you,”

“And then what? That time they gave me hope.”

“No, you crossed the line and you just wanted to win. Even when she
changed jobs, you still.....”

“Heh... If you mean Ploy, I can explain. I was very close to her when she
was working as a senior and had to teach new kids. She listened to
everything until we talked more and more. I took good care of her. I bought
her coffee. I never gave Ploy more work than she could handle,"

Rueangrit said dreamily, contrary to what the victim said on her Twitter
account.

“She felt uncomfortable, she rejected you many times.”

“That is not true. She never rejected me even once. Until one day, I
discovered that she had betrayed me when she got into someone else's car.”

He acted like there was something stinky under his nose as he remembered
the past he didn't want to remember.

“That man is the one she really loves, not you..”

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“Umm, he is rich, no matter what, women will be like that in the end. She
chose a rich man who drives a Benz. She wanted to spit as an insult, but she
stopped herself, I just wanted to point out that the man is not sincere, but
hey, it might be appropriate if she is just a woman who wants to depend on
a rich man so she can relax at home comfortably, receiving money."

"Your way of thinking is so pathetic."

Tul clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her
palms as she thought about the devastation of a man who lost his lover.

“If a woman doesn't like it, then she doesn't like it. And no matter who she
is dating, you have no right to judge what kind of person she is. Even if she
is dating someone rich, what's wrong with that when they are happy
together? A loser like you has no right to ruin their lives.”

The defendant raised his hand to rub his face. In fact, his stalking behavior
worsened when the woman's rejection led him to devise plans to take
violent action against his victims, including responding to his needs in a
sexual manner to demonstrate how much power he had over them.

“The results of the forensic DNA test with sperm staining match you. You
can't deny it anymore.”

Lieutenant Jew contacted the Institute of Forensic Medicine directly

informing them of the important news he had just received. Of course, the
evidence was compelling until there was no way to escape. Mr. Rueangrit
sighed and only smiled at the desperate conclusion.

“After today, we will request a search warrant to examine your home for
additional evidence. During that time, you will be detained and will not be
eligible for bail.”

He didn't let any words come out of the defendant's mouth.

Previously, they entered the suspect's room without a search warrant, but
Inspector Pichet was lenlent because they managed to save someone who
could have become the second victim, and again caused fear among the
community.

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But before finishing her interrogation like this, Tul still thought about one
more thing. The young lieutenant looked towards the observation room with
a large separate mirror in the middle. A senior police officer was there to see
how the case would end.

"I have another question,"

Tul said as she thought about the keywords Mr. Rueangrit had searched on
his computer.

“Did you imitate the way Mr. Wisut committed crimes?”

“No.”

He laughed softly in his throat.

“Then why did you try to imitate him with the second victim? You brought
a hammer to attack her,"

Tul asked again. There seemed to be no other reason than to try to frame
Mr. Wisut. Or was he obsessed with the identity of the killer to the point of
wanting to imitate him?

“Do you know the case from eighteen years ago? If you knew, you would
know how famous he was.”

His voice sounded cooler, almost similar to the tone he used when
describing the behavior of the women he stalked. His eyes wandered,
captivated by the images in his head, returning to those happy memories.

“How could he kill seven people before being caught? Furthermore, they
were all prostitutes, which is why he received the nickname... Jack the
Ripper of Thailand. And did you know that the evidence that could identify
the criminal from his first body were the prints of his shoe.”

Her eyes shone with a sickening intensity, Tul realized that she had
misjudged, thinking it was just an attempt to frame a convict who had just

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been released. Mr. Rueangrit's obsession with serial killers had reached
such a level that he could no longer contain himself.

“When it became known that I was wearing Onitsuka Tiger shoes, everyone
bought them until they were sold out. Did you know that back then I had to
buy used shoes at the local flea market before I could get new ones?”

His expression was as if he were talking about his favorite singer or artist.
The mental symptoms of people who fall in love with criminals did exist,
but Tul did not believe that she would see it with her own eyes.

“In conclusion... You imitate him because you like his methods.”

“Who wouldn't love it? Back then, the kids in my neighborhood were
talking about it.”

"Mr. Wisut... That serial killer, perhaps you have met him,"

Tul mentioned because the two were detained together at the headquarters,
even though they were in separate cells. However, the expression in Mr.
Rueangrit's eyes suddenly changed. Such was the lack of confidence in
what he thought, but it was also evident in front of the man he admired in
his childhood.

“Did you know that this is what makes me never disappointed in him?”

The overhead light cast shadows on the suspect's face, Mr. Ruengrit smiled,
almost like a stage mask.

“The old man looked tired in the confinement room, almost destroying
childhood memories of him. His face was withered, filled with a deep sense
of resignation, to the point that he couldn't believe that the old man who
was captured once again couldn't be the killer nicknamed 'Night Rain
Killer".

"It is possible that he was never captured, not even as a suspect..."

He said in a whisper. What's worse, he laughed, turning up his nose in

contempt,

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"Maybe that old man in the cage has been the scapegoat for the last
eighteen years."

The copycat murder case was finally closed after successfully arresting the
real perpetrator, namely Mr. Rueangrit Sangsuwan, who was an employee
of an international goods import and export company, never had a criminal
record, before a serious incident involving a young victim whom he
harassed for months. It was tragic that no matter how careful her was or
how many people around her prevented the young girl from coming to
harm, in the end the killer managed to track down her obsession at the right
time.

Lieutenant Tul was still confused about what the defendant told her.
Inspector Pichet seemed to understand how her subordinate felt. A heavy
hand hit her shoulder several times as Tul watched other police officers
arrest Mr. Rueangrit and jail him.

“Don't get involved in the game. We can close this case and end it there. We
will release Mr. Wisut after today's press conference.”

The inspector paid attention to the expression on Lieutenant Tul's face from
the beginning of the interrogation until she heard the defendant's words that
managed to silence Tul. All the police officers could hear it, including, of
course, a police officer at the command level, who couldn't sit still when he
heard that. It was evident how this 18-year-old case caused quite a stir
among the police, even though they managed to catch the perpetrator.

"I wasn't joking at all, Inspector. He copied the methods of a serial killer,
which shows that he must be very much in love with the killer.”

“No one knows this better than the police officer working on the case at the
time, Lieutenant. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of leads, hundreds of
investigative teams. Sometimes someone will tell you false evidence to
spoil things. And about the shoes, that's Another story: Onitsuka shoes were
popular at that time because celebrities also wore them,"

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The inspector said as someone who was aware of the events at that time.
The nickname given to the murderer was Jack the Ripper of Thailand.
Maybe it's not an exaggeration, most likely there were people who were so
crazy about this that they formed a fan club amidst the discontent of the
families of the deceased. But the distortions in the human mind did not end
there. Whether it was the shoes the killer was wearing that were worn out,
the jokes about not going out on rainy nights, or even imitating the way a
man dressed in a raincoat walked while holding a hammer, creating a
feeling of fear in the eyes. pedestrians. You could say that that time was a
year that remains engraved in people's hearts to this day.

Lieutenant Tul still didn't feel comfortable. The expression on Mr.

Rueangrit's face and eyes still shone in her head as if someone was
repeating the image of him. Being in love with someone might not be
something strange, but when it comes to a murderer who kills people, Tul
was able to understand the environment in which Mr. Rueangrit grew up,
the family that raised him, the friends with whom he chose to spend his
time a while., the distortions of society that were too difficult to correct.

On the same day, Wisut Saengkhao was released from the prison cell of the
Central Investigation Headquarters. The man in his forties looked tired,
shuffling along the path, head down, not making eye contact with anyone.
His old bag had been returned and was hanging over his shoulder. While he
was in temporary prison, he made him look ten years older and even thinner
as if he had never touched rice even once.

At that time, he was discovered to be innocent and was removed as a

suspect in the murder of a girl he had never met before. He didn't seem
happy, his eyes lost hope about what he should do in this life. The sun and
air outside the building were very hot and humid. It seemed like that was
the only thing that made Wisut realize that he was free again. His right
temple was hit. It was a bottle of water that fell near her feet. Wisut looked
up to see where It was coming from, then another water bottle flew and hit
his eye socket.

“Bastard, how could they let you out? How dare you come out without
shame?”

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“You are a murderer. People like you can't live with other people. Go back
to prison!”

A group of people still angry about his actions from decades ago gathered to
punish him. Although Mr. Wisut was not the perpetrator of the present case,
he was still someone who did not deserve forgiveness.

This was the reality that Mr. Wisut had to face. His whole life could not go
back to the way it was before. He had to wait and hide so that no one would
find out that he had killed someone before. The family at home didn't know
how bad things had happened to him until now. But all that was nothing
compared to the lives of the seven victims... And one of them was the girl
she loved so much. But because of this, the police determined that he
committed the crime because the girl rejected him. Even Mr. Wisut could
never say what happened from his own perspective.

But even if he couldn't… The fact was that the murderer was simply
standing, silent, motionless, as if he was being frightened by those who
were unaware of his own moral weakness. Water from the bottle was
repeatedly splashed in Mr. Wisut's face, and some even threw it at his head.
Dirty words were spoken, causing the man who never intended to fight for
himself to be peppered with insults.

“Stop him now!”

A scream was heard throughout the area before one of the officers rushed to
intervene to not let the mob advance any further. Lieutenant Tul's eyes
widened when she saw the water bottles scattered on the floor, interspersed
with the soaked face of the former inmate who had just been released again.

“Why are you interfering?”

“All police officers are the same.”

“Take him to prison again, he went out only to kill people!”

“Let's get out of here.”

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Tul grabbed his thin arm before leading him away from the group of people
who were still throwing water bottles and throwing harsh words at the
backs of several police officers. The young lieutenant was called to control
the area, but in front of the headquarters the chaos became even greater
after Mr. Wisut was taken out of there. Tul sighed when he saw the man
who did not maintain his original serial killer appearance, as Mr. Rueangrit
had said.

"Wipe your face first."

Lieutenant Tul took a handkerchief and handed it to him to wipe his face.
The eye socket that was hit by the water bottle seemed swollen, but
fortunately it was not broken.

“You're going back to your city, right? Do you have money to take the
bus?”

Mr. Wisut looked at the face of the policewoman who sympathized with
him. Although she was the one who caught him at the bus station, she was
the one who asked him about the case decades ago, and she also sat down to
interrogate him even though there was no basis for any truth against her.
Tul didn't wait for an answer, she took out a five hundred baht note and put
it in the hand of Mr. Wisut, who was holding the money without saying a
word.

"Use it for the trip home, buy something to eat on the way,"

The lieutenant said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear. For
several minutes, the serial killer remained motionless, staring at the money
in his hand. His shoulders began to shake... You could also hear the sobs
that were stuck in his throat. The man who was labeled a serial killer finally
cried.

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②⑤

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ғɪᴠᴇ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

“Did he say that?”

Che-rån asked again to be sure. After the lieutenant came to her at the
Forensic Institute at night and told her what happened in the interrogation
room, the last sentence of the copycat murder suspect still lingered in her
mind. Although at the press conference at the National Police Headquarters
the media was told that Mr. Wisut had nothing to do with the Rueangrit case
and that the nature of the crime was simple plagiarism due to fanaticism.
They also asked the public not to accept irregularities like this case again.
The murderer was not an idol. Many lives were lost at their hands. There
were people who were psychologically affected and still paranoid about this
incident. The murderer had been written in the pages of history.

"Um..."

Lieutenant Tul took a deep breath, feeling the coolness of the cotton ball
soaked in salt water, cleaning her wounds. In addition to going to see Che-
rån because she wanted to talk to her, she took this opportunity to have her
clean her wound once again.

“I don't know if it was manipulation or not. But there's no reason for him to
say that.”

“P'Tul, are you worried?”

“There is no evidence to confirm it, apart from Rueangrit's words…”

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Tul did not want to directly state that another of the reasons that caused her
discomfort was the reaction of the serial killer who had just been released
from prison for the second time after the Police managed to catch the real
perpetrator. His somewhat unstable mental state, his constant words that he
had done nothing, the desperate look in his eyes and the lack of meaning in
the life of the famous monsoon killer. All that was left was a helpless old
man, very different from the image Rueangrit left behind.

“At that time I was still very small. Dad and the adults didn't tell me
anything,"

Said Che-ran without making eye contact with the person she was talking
to, she was busy covering the gauze according to the length of the wound.
Her voice was so soft that the listener could feel it. She was eager to discuss
this further.

“But I could hear the adults talking about him. There were many suspicious
things. For example, the location of the incident was far from our house. If
he had veered off the road, my mother should have known from the
beginning and she would not have let him go that far, but the police said
that the perpetrator's intention was to find his victims in different places.”

When she finished placing the waterproof cloth that she covered with
gauze, Tul pulled the hem of her shirt to cover her stomach before taking
Ran's hand. She worried that events from decades ago might influence her
mind.

“That is compelling evidence.”

Che-rån nodded, holding Tul's thumb tightly as they took her hand again.

“When I grew up and started working at the forensic institute, I tried to find
the autopsy reports of the seven cases and read them. But the autopsy was
not carried out on all of them in the same place, some were carried out at
the police hospital. Mom's autopsy was performed by the hospital. The
police have tried to ask for it many times and still haven't gotten it.”

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“Once I asked for all the files that were preserved, in which there were
autopsy reports. Would you like to read them?”

“Did you save them? Can I read them?”

Tul nodded, slowly tightening her grip,

"As you said, some people have had autopsies performed

many times before getting conclusive results. And for the last victim, it was
done at the police hospital that published the autopsy report. So the report
was kept in the crime file at
headquarters.”

Tul told what he found in the case file but she hadn't had time to read it in
detail, so she took it home.

“But you'll be fine, right?”

Tul continued to express her concern through her voice and her worried
eyes. If Che-rán read the autopsy report where one of the seven victims was
her biological mother, Tul did not want her to feel bad because of the
memory of her mother.

“Alright. It was a long time ago, and at that time, I was still little. The day
my mother died, I was asleep. So, I didn't understand what happened. There
were times when I wondered what would happen if my mother was still
here... Which makes me a little sad... Sometimes I feel guilty when I almost
forget my mother's voice, but luckily there is still a photo of her to
remember. How it was.”

Tul admired the only daughter of a senior doctor at the Institute of Forensic
Medicine. Someone who made her feel more impressed after meeting her.
Compared to before, she was now more open. Tul admired Che-rán just as
she was today. She was stronger than anyone but she had a soft side.

“Can I ask?”

Tul waited until Ran nodded to respond.

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“I wanted to ask you this a long time ago, why did you want to be a forensic
doctor? Is there any reason?”

There was a moment of silence, so Tul thought it was inappropriate to ask.

But Che-rán nodded again before answering,

"Actually, if it weren't for Dad, I probably wouldn't have been interested at

all. But when mom died... This case became so famous that everyone was
talking about it. Mom was the only one who had a profession unlike the
other victims, so everyone kept speculating about her relationship with the
perpetrator. Everyone talked about mom... But mom could never tell the
truth.”

That's something that really is an issue in society. You could say that at that
time it was not very different from today. People loved to debate topics that
were trending in society.
They would rather guess who the culprit was than celebrity gossip.
Sometimes they forgot that there were real victims in this incident and there
were family members of the deceased who did not want to know the many
possibilities why their loved ones could have died but people still acted like
local detectives.

“That's why they say that the dead cannot speak, but forensic doctors can
speak for them. It's because of situations like this.”

Che-rán nodded. A pair of beautiful eyes shed a few tears before she looked
away and wiped away her own tears. Tul saw the young woman reach a
point where everyone respected her in her career, following the goals she
had set for herself. Che-ran never left out the little things that could easily
be overlooked and stuck only to facts that could be proven. The lieutenant
raised her hand and gently stroked her dark brown hair soothingly, trying to
ease her pain.

“What's wrong with you, P'Tul?”

Tul saw Ran's red nose,

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“Since the last time, I still haven't received a response... Why did you want
to become a police officer?”

The situation reached the moment when both opened their hearts. Tul felt
that she had nothing to hide. She never wanted to hide it, it was just that the
opportunity to tell her had not appeared.

“It's a bit embarrassing to say…”

The policewoman smiled wryly as she thought about the reasons that led
her to want to become a police officer, which she had done a long time ago.
-

“My father was a police officer, but when I was little I didn't have good
memories of him. I don't know if he was a good cop or not, but he was
never a good father.”

Che-rån listened attentively and did not interrupt as the older woman told
her story, although she noticed a secret interest in her eyes.

“He rarely came home, claiming to have a case or that he was on duty. He
never took me anywhere to travel. He never picked me up at school, he
rarely talked to me... Even though I was still little, I could sense that he
didn't really love me. I could say that I was like a girl who lacked
affection…”

Tul said without making direct eye contact with Che-rán. It wasn't that she
found it difficult to talk about her own family, she was just a little
embarrassed to think about her childhood that wasn't like other children's.

“But since dad was a police officer, when we were little we lived in a police
apartment, so it wasn't so bad. My mother opened a rice shop in front of the
house and our regular customers were the neighboring police officers.”

When Tul told her that, she began to feel more confident, as if she had
reached a point that could become a good story in her own memory.

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“The uncle was a traffic policeman, he always directs traffic at the

intersection in front of the school every morning and afternoon. His
directorial pose was so cute that everyone liked him. The children's parents
gave him gifts at every opportunity. The uncle always gave them to me and
my brother, especially the food stuff.

“I remember when I was little, there were traffic police in front of the
elementary school.”

“Um, and about what the guy gave me, it was just out of kindness, he was a
good cop. The uncle also had a daughter, three years older than P'Tihn. At
that time we were close friends because we had played since we were little.
She had a similar personality to her uncle, kind and often took me out with
her. She even took me to Bangsaen beach in the morning and we returned in
the evening. Dad thought I was too dependent on her.”

Tul lowered her head and exhaled softly. Currently, it seemed that she no
longer communicated with her former neighbors on the police floor. But the
memories of her they created of her still made her feel happy every time she
remembered them.

“Seriously, the guy wasn't the only reason I wanted to be a cop. But after
my parents divorced and my father left us, we had to move from the police
department to grandma's house... I never saw my father in person again,
except when I saw it in the newspaper. He did a lot of work and was
promoted faster than anyone else. It seemed like Dad was good at it... I
thought he was talented, but more I saw people praising him. I felt bad.
Like I said, my dad may be a good cop, but he doesn't think about anyone
but himself.”

Che-rán just realized that he knew almost nothing about Tul, other than
having an older brother who owned a bakery. In fact, she was afraid to
delve too deeply into her family members, fearing that she would overstep
her boundaries. Until now, she understood that the two brothers grew up
almost alone, relying more on the good will of the people around them than
on responsibilities within the family.

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However, they never left the circle and lost sight of the realization of their
own intentions. Che- rån is happy and admired Tul a lot.

“Every time I see dad, I... Always thinking about the uncle, it made me
think that we can also be good police officers and at the same time be able
to sympathize with others... Lately I've been doing my job well. I don't
follow other people who are willing to take risks and often don't get along
with me... I'm fine, right?”

Tul chuckled. She could understand most people's opinions about police
officers and there was no one-size-fits-all solution. However, after
experiencing it herself, she discovered that all the accusations against them
were justified. The efforts of good police officers to change and improve the
situation finally had to give in to the old system that had been entrenched
for decades. They could only hope to survive each day amidst society's
negative perception of their profession and in the face of colleagues who
perhaps did not have the same attitude, without losing their true intentions
and being equal to them.

"Well, if you were like everyone else, you wouldn't be sitting here with me
right now."

“Before you also thought that all police officers were the same, right?”

Che-rán wrinkled her nose slightly, remembering the times when they had
fought. She wanted to go back to that time and see Tul in a better light.

“Sorry, I've met a lot of police officers like that, so I don't really trust
them..”

“Okay, I'm also sorry for being impatient at that time.”

“I know.”

“Oh, you…”

The stern voice of the police made Che-rán smile. A small hand reached out
and gently touched her white cheek, and she found an opportunity to press

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her cheek against that palm. She closed her eyes and snuggled softly like a
kitten longing to be loved.

“When will you be free? Do you want to go eat at my house with dad?”

The unexpected invitation made the policewoman's eyes widen and her
head straighten.

“You mean... Do you want to tell uncle?”

“Um, I'll talk to dad first, or when you're ready.”

“I'm ready to tell the people I know, the people around me... I don't want to
announce it, I just don't want to hide it. It would be great if uncle knew.
How could I not want to tell him how much I like his daughter?”

“Your mouth is very sweet. Don't let me see you say things like that in front
of dad.”

“Don't threaten me... But my uncle won't care, right? The fact that I am a
woman.”

“A long time ago I told dad that I liked women. Back then, he always
introduced me to his male students.”

The answer eased Tul's worries a little. Although she didn't know much
beforehand, she could guess, from meeting Professor Rakkit, that he raised
his daughter well and she didn't think that she would be closed-minded and
unwilling to listen.

"The guy will like me, right?"

“Why not? You only spoke once and you already made a big impression on
dad.”

Che-rán secretly gossiped about his father. Luckily, a few nights ago he
didn't see his daughter hugging the lieutenant in front of the fence. At that
moment his father thought they were just talking about work. But when

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Che-rán re-entered the house, the intelligent adult smiled the smile he used
to win hearts..

There was a loud knock on the door, almost causing them both to separate
when they heard that the person knocking on the door was Maethinee.

“Ran, are you there?”

Che-rán was about to remove her hand from Tul's lap, but she held it and
didn't let go.

“Is Mae one of the people you're going to tell?”

After understanding what Tul wanted to convey, Che-rán smiled slightly

before nodding and returning the grip. She then let her friend in.

“I'm in. Come in, Mae.”

A Chinese restaurant became a meeting place between representatives of

political parties and a police officer with the rank of commander. Many
plates of food were served on a round table and a waiter served wine to an
older man. The two retirees drank while enjoying the wonderful taste of the
food while continuing to talk about general topics that sparked joyful
laughter.

“You have two children, both studying medicine. With this arrangement,
I'm sure you won't have any difficulties. If you are sick, your children will
take care of you.”

Praised the police chief when he heard the story about the family of the
DPR deputy. Anyone who knows him would surely feel jealous because he
had not only one, but two children to carry on the family name. They were
both intelligent, top-notch students studying medicine.

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“The boys take private classes. I barely have to encourage them.”

"Oh, at least they can show their intelligence to their parents."

He continued to praise the man whose face was beginning to turn red from
the alcohol or the words of praise.

“You're overreacting. I know you don't have a family, right? You must be a
workaholic.”

Perhaps because he kept laughing and turning to ask for liquor refills from
the pretty young woman next to him, he didn't notice the big police officer's
expression when he mentioned the family Big Tech abandoned a few years
ago.
Furthermore, the most recent meeting couldn't be said to have been
impressive. He discovered that the policewoman who caused him a lot of
trouble was his own daughter.

“Not so much.”

“Find happiness for yourself, Khun Tech. Women today are beautiful and
have many talents. When you’re old, you will have someone to take care of
you.”

The alcohol arrived in front of them, awaiting the celebration. Big Tech
agreed and complied without any resistance. He was careful not to let the
other party know what he was hiding.

“Internal news has spread that the authorities will decide the election day in
the middle of the eighth month. The campaign period is approximately two
months before election day. You have to leave government service, are you
ready?”

Finally, the important topics of this meeting were discussed. Tech seemed
more relieved that he was going to step forward for his own life.

“I am always ready. According to the rules, I can return to government

service if…”

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“That won't be necessary at all. No matter what happens, people will

definitely choose you as number one. I have studied other parties that sent
candidates, but not all of them have a vote base. I only ask you to trust our
party.”

The party representative promised, and Tech's big smile grew wider and
wider. He couldn't contain his excitement until his heart started pounding.

“At the beginning of next month I will make an appointment to sign a

contract with the party and invite you to register for the elections.”

“I feel very honored that you can schedule an appointment now.”

Tech agreed when he could rely on the influence of others.

The councilman raised his glass and took a sip of Chinese wine before
realizing there was another matter he wanted to address.

“Oh, yes... The party was worried before, but it's good that the case can now
be closed.”

“Which case?”

“A murder case that imitated one from 18 years ago. At first there was much
speculation that the old killer was at it again. It turned out to be a
psychopath who used to be in love with someone he killed, right? I just
finished watching the press conference before coming to see you.”

Once again, the burly policeman managed to hide his expression so well
that no one noticed.

“My subordinates were quite careless. They arrested the old murderer
because they had not found any evidence yet.”

“But anyone would think that way. I still imagine the way he killed those
women by smashing their faces..”

He couldn't say anything, but he still used his hand to spin around the glass.
His own face showed disgust when he thought about the tragic death of the
young woman.

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“That case also made your name famous. You were the one who closed the
case and caught the murderer eighteen years ago.”

“That's my job.”

Tech handed him a glass of wine, to which the other party responded
positively. The two glasses collided together, making a loud clinking sound,
before the bitter tasting yellow liquid flowed down the mouth and throat
until the glasses were finished. The police commander changed the subject
simply because he did not want to talk about the past. In fact, that was the
case that earned him praise for being able to rise through the ranks.

Jew still felt upset. Not because he was dragged away without warning, but
because he just found out that her good superior was dating Dr. Ran, and
they didn't tell him first. Tul saw him, who was still upset like a child, and
had to take him to the mall to calm down, and bought her mango flavored
ice cream that Jew really liked.

“When I asked you why you were blushing, you should have told me.”

“At that time, I still hadn't spoken to Ran to tell anyone. I would definitely
tell you first.”

Tul almost put down the spoon and let Jew eat all the yellow mango ice
cream in the big bowl by himself. But from the look on his face, Jew still
hadn't gotten rid of his anger, still he stuffed the delicious food into his
mouth without holding back.

“Mae knew it first.”

“Well, she's Ran's friend, so she was the first to know. But you discovered it
before P'Tihn, isn't that good?”

Hearing that, Jew seemed calmer. Tul had almost never persuaded anyone.
She might have joked with Che-rån, but she never sulked like Jew did until
that moment when it took her an hour to calm her subordinate down and she

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also had to pay with a big bowl of mango ice cream to put Jew in a better
mood.. But the main reason she took him to the mall was....

“What's happening? Are you going to buy her an engagement ring? Isn't it
too soon?"

She brought Jew to the front of the jewelry store, but when he spoke, he
went too far, so Lieutenant Tul shook her head.

“You are crazy? I just wanted to buy you a gift... Maybe a necklace.”

She pursed her lips and spoke in a dull voice. Tul raised her hand and
rubbed the back of her neck.

“I want you to help me choose it. I'm not good at choosing.”

“Isn't that unfair? You only bought me ice cream, while you bought her a
necklace.”

"Shut up and come in,"

Tul said as she dragged Jew into the jewelry store. Because of its beauty
and not being too expensive, it was definitely suitable for couples who were
just starting to date.. The staff greeted them politely before taking the two
of them to look through a display case lined with necklaces, the light
reflected and bright.

“Is there any item you recommend in particular?”

The person who was willing to help in choosing jewelry did his job
immediately. The employee presented the products, classifying them one by
one. From newly launched necklaces to various models of silver pendants
that could be added if desired. Tul listened attentively, asking questions
from time to time.

“What is the budget?”

Jew asked quietly in a whisper because he saw that his superior had not yet
made a decision.

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“Let's look for it first and then see the price.”

“You can try to choose one from our collection, in case you want to order
something special.”

The employee handed her a notebook and placed it on the glass table in
front of her. Tulle accepted it, slowly opened the book and looked at each
page with concentration. Jew, who had never seen his superior like this
before, couldn't believe his eyes. Since she dragged him to the mall without
telling her, he didn't even think that she would buy her a necklace. Until
now, Jew still couldn't believe that 'Tul liked Dr. Ran.

After deciding on the design of the necklace and silver pendant, Jew hardly
needed to suggest anything. He acted more like a witness to confirm her
love for her. She pulled out a credit card and handed it to the cashier to pay
for the special gift. The store reported that the requested necklace would
take approximately three days to be ready for pickup. The two police
officers then left the store, a slightly shy expression on Tul's face.

"I have to keep this a secret, right?"

"Yeah, don't tell Mae because she might tell Ran."

Tul ordered with a firm voice like when they gave orders while working.
The young man made a key movement to close his mouth tightly, obviously
he was not going to spread the news.

A striking red Japanese car was parked in front of the two-story house. Che-
rán had never been to Tul's house before, but after leaving her several times,
she knew that her house was not far from the alley. The young woman
didn't have to wait long after sending her a message letting her know she
had arrived before hearing the sound of the front door opening. Tul, who
was wearing a loose T-shirt, shorts and flip-flops, left dragging her sandals
and walking towards Che-rán.

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“Come on, go in first.”

The owner opened the door allowing the important guest to enter before
closing it. Then, she slowly turned to take Ran's hand, who was waiting for
her, and led her to the house she shared with her older brother. Che-ran
wanted to read the tests and the results of the autopsy report so Tul' had
invited her to her house after work. Luckily the house wasn't too messy.
Maybe because it was just the two of them and they took turns taking care
of things at home. In front of the house there were potted plants, which may
not be as big as the garden at the doctor's house, but they offered plenty of
shade and were pleasant to look at.

Che-rán took off her shoes and put them on the shelf as Tul said. She
entered the house and found the living room first. Not far away was a
dining table where the brothers sat and ate together while watching the
news every morning. P'Tihn probably wasn't home yet, so it was just the
two of them.

“You can sit and wait here. I will go up and bring you the case file.”

“It's up?”

“Um, my room is upstairs, but you can go up there if you want. It's a little
messy... but I already cleaned it.”

Tul spoke without looking at the guest, who smiled slightly at the unusual
behavior of someone who was normally not afraid of anything. Che-rán
immediately accepted, because she herself wanted to see the bedroom. It
was true that Tul had cleaned her room first because it looked clean and
tidy. The soles of her feet felt like they were touching the wooden floor. The
owner of the room must have mopped the floor to receive her special guest.
In the center of the room there was a bed that could accommodate one
person. Next to the window was a reading table with a shelf next to it
containing textbooks. There were many books on law and silver medals and
gold medals that were probably from school days, hanging on the wall
located in the corner of the room.

“Do you also play the guitar?”

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“Yes, I bought it a long time ago, but I can only play a few songs. I kept it
so it wouldn't get dusty.”

Tul answered honestly. In the past, she wanted to learn how to play the
guitar to look good, but apparently she failed.

“Sit down, I'll go get the file.”

Che-rán chose to sit on the bed, still looking around the room with interest.
She waited for the older person to carry the stack of files and set them on
the floor, then turned to grab a folding table and held it out in case it was
used. Then Tul sat on the edge of the wooden platform next to Che-ran. The
owner of the room reached out to take a notebook from the small shelf at
the head of the bed and opened the marked page to give it to her Ran.

“I read them for a while and wrote a summary of each deceased.”

Che-rán rolled her eyes and read the handwriting on the paper that
summarized everything, including how Mr. Wisut Saengkhao killed all the
victims. It is known that all the victims were beaten in the face until it was
crushed and almost unrecognizable, then their bodies were abandoned in the
deserted streets of Bangkok on a night where a heavy rain washed away all
their blood. All the victims were prostitutes. Except in the last case, Mr.
Wisut admitted that he misunderstood the last victim and made him stop
committing murder and was finally arrested by the police.
Wisut admitted that the seven victims were his doing.

Victim 1: Miss Wipha Chanporn (24 years old)

Profession: Masseuse.

Her face was hit with a hammer until it cracked and shattered from the
middle of her forehead to her lips. The victim was found next to the train
tracks, not far from the massage parlor where she worked. A girl that Wisut
secretly liked but who rejected him. His disappointment led him to commit
murder and also unleashed his hatred towards women who worked as
prostitutes.

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Victim 2: Miss Sopita Khamnoi (26 years old)

Profession: prostitute.

The hammer hit her face in several places, causing her skull and forehead to
be crushed (not as severely as the first victim). She was found under the
turnpike, far from where the victim was waiting for customers. Almost a
month after the first victim. She is the first person who has nothing to do
with Pak Wisut. He allegedly chose the victim while he was driving looking
for a prostitute.

Victim 3: Miss Siri-amorn Hongpha (28 years old)

Profession: prostitute.

They hit her face with a hammer until it cracked and shattered in several
places. Found in a quiet alley near the victim's residence. Police learned that
the victim had borrowed about 5,000 baht from Wisut. Wisut admitted that
he used sexual services to pay the money.

Victim 4: Miss Sukanya lamsaard (23 years old)

Profession: Masseuse.

They hit her face with a hammer until it broke and shattered on her
forehead. Found among a pile of garbage on the side of the road, far from
residential areas. The police knew that the victim knew Mr Wisut because
they came from the same province, Chanthaburi province. He had a
question about where to live because he was going to start working in
Bangkok.

Victim 5: Miss Wimonwan Nuchphum (31 years old)

Profession: Masseuse.

Her face was hit with a hammer until it cracked and shattered in several
places. She was found near the train tracks, near where the first victim's
body was found. Miss Wimonwan was a colleague of Miss Wipha (the first

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victim). Police believe the killer was tempted to choose a victim known to
the first victim and also left the body at a nearby location.

Victim 6: Miss Nongkran Thepwathi (19 years old)

Profession: Saleswoman

Her face was hit with a hammer until it cracked and shattered in several
places. It was found in the rice fields on the outskirts of the city. Far from
where all the previous victims were found. Wisut admitted that he used the
victim's services in exchange for taxi fares.

As Che-rán turned the page to read the latest victim, Tul moved her hand to
cover it and motioned for her to hand it over. But the youngest kept it and
did not give it back. They both looked at each other and knew the meaning
that the other party wanted to convey.

"I can read it."

When she said that, Tul gave up and let go. If Che-rån said she was fine, she
wanted to believe it, no matter how worried she was inside.

Victim 7: Ms. Watcharin Chanthanasathien (38 years old)

Profession: University professor.

Her face was hit with a hammer until it cracked and shattered in several
places. Found in a quiet alley on the outskirts of town. The killer's final
victim was a mistake. Coincidentally, the victim stopped a taxi in front of
the massage parlor. And that was the cause of Wisut's misunderstanding,
mistakenly thinking that she was a prostitute. The final victim made the
murderer stop committing crimes.

Che-rån took a deep breath, feeling a little overwhelmed. She realized that
she had probably overestimated her ability to remain calm, even when
attempting to read a summary report on the perpetrator's crimes. Tul felt
guilty for suggesting she read it. She knew that Che-rån kept the victims'

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criminal records for her own reference. Denying it now probably won't
convince the other party.

“Let's start reading it, okay?”

Tul asked, calling Che-rån to concentrate again. She hesitated for a moment
before inching closer to Ran, who was opening the file of the first victim, a
girl the perpetrator secretly liked. When they flipped through the report
detailing the autopsy results, Wipha's face showed more damage than the
other victims, as if the killer was venting his hatred by disfiguring her
beautiful face, which she once admired.

“Her face suffered more damage than the others, right?”

“Um…”

Tul tried not to look too closely at the photos, unlike the forensic expert
who was used to seeing corpses.

“In the autopsy report it was written that being the first victim, the
perpetrator left the greatest number of traces. Clay-covered footprints were
found, and at the time a rumor spread that these were Onitsuka shoes,
causing people to rush to buy and wear them.”

‘Were these shoes popular at that time?”

“Maybe. But Rueangrit also spoke about this matter. I tried to find the
information.”

Tul took the notebook from her and opened the last page about famous
brand shoes.

“Onitsuka Tiger sneakers were very expensive at that time, but today they
are as popular as Nike and Adidas. Young people really like to wear them.
Although the killer was not popular, celebrities and singers have already
worn these fashionable sneakers.”

“This means that the shoes are not specific to a particular person.”

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“Yes, Onitsuka Tiger was very expensive at that time. If it weren't for
teenagers wanting to buy it to show off to their friends, ordinary people
probably wouldn't think about buying it.”

Tul didn't want to use prejudice to help her assume, but she couldn't help it.
However, if the murderer was Mr. Wisut, he probably would not be able to
buy expensive Onitsuka Tiger brand shoes, because he had difficulty even
eating.

“There were hammer marks on the back of her neck.”

Che-rán turned the paper over and opened it to another page. Photographs
of serious injuries and investigation reports appeared on the back of the
head for comparison.

“Yes, there were reports that the perpetrator attacked them by hitting them
on the back of the head, tied their hands behind their backs, and then killed
them.”

“If he hit her from behind, does that mean the injury occurred when the
victim was trying to flee? That means the perpetrator parked the car before
the victim had time to escape. So it's true?”

Che-ran's question made the listener think. Tul remembered the passage she
had read about the characteristics of the events and thought there was
something unusual about it. She quickly arranged the rest of the case files
on a folding table and realized that whoever the victim was, the narrative of
the investigation was written in the same direction.

“Yes, the perpetrator said that before getting out of the car there was an
argument with the victim so the perpetrator parked the car at the scene of
the incident. He then continued the attack by using a hammer to hit the
victim's head, and tying her hands with a rope behind her back. This is a
very misleading scenario, it only makes us believe this.”

“It's very strange. Normally, when we take a taxi, if the driver goes off the
road, we will definitely be suspicious. It is true that the place where most of
the bodies are found is in Bangkok, but the sixth victim, her body, was

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found in a rice field far from the city. Do you think she'd accept being taken
that far off the road?”

Che-rán takes out Miss Nongkran's case file and opens it to see a
description of where her body was found. It was said to be located on the
road from Lat Krabang to Chachoengsao province.

“It's strange, if the perpetrator injured the victim before using a rope to tie
her, why didn't the police find blood stains in the taxi?”

Not that she had never questioned it before, but when she tried to look for a
copy of the relevant evidence, she found no trace of blood in the taxi, not
even signs of struggle. Until it was finally concluded that Mr. Wisut had
attacked the victim after he got out of the car.

“However, most of them would probably take cover in the back seat if they
were still conscious. And if they managed to escape the vehicle first, it is
unlikely that the perpetrator who exited from the driver's side would be able
to reach them because she would have to go around the car.”

“Could it be that he used sedatives? But the evidence does not detect
anything about it either. I asked Mae earlier. It could be that nothing was
found or that the forensic experts at the time did not have the equipment
that could examine the substances in the body.”

Che-rán sighed without hiding it. Each piece of evidence was so weak that
if she lived in that time, she might not be able to let it go so easily. Is there a
photo of the gun she used?

“Yeah.”

Tul quickly flipped the paper to the page that contained all the evidence she
had gathered. It was an ordinary hammer for driving nails.

“Twenty-seven millimeters in diameter. The perpetrator claimed that he

used it to harm each victim.”

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Che-rån glimpsed a wound on the back of the head of one of the victims,
but the extent of the damage and the depth of the wound appeared to have
nothing to do with the weapon used by the perpetrator.

“Where did they find the weapon?”

“The author kept it in his car and the police found it. He did not want to
admit that an investigation closed decades ago could be reopened. Even
after trying to read all the details, I couldn't find any logical explanation for
how they decided to close the case completely since there were still
loopholes in the case.”

“Seeing the damage to the wound, I think the weapon was just a small
hammer.”

Che-rán put down the file she had in her hand before taking out the other
file on the victim to look at the wound in the neck area, which looked the
same. The photo was taken after her hair was cut to check the condition of
the wound.

“For example, if they were in a hurry to catch the murderer, maybe they
caught the wrong person, because Mr. Wisut was someone who had
connections with the victim... I mean, some of them were prostitutes. If the
client did not pick them up, they would use the nearest taxi that would take
them to meet them at the hotel. Maybe that's one of the reasons Mr. Wisut is
involved and knew about them.”

“It could happen. But we have to prove it. The doctor didn't dissuade the
thought that it might have been more of a hunch. But as she said, the details
of the case made it very likely that it had really happened as the lieutenant
thought. Did you find blood stains from the hammer?”

Tul came out of her thoughts. She hesitated for a moment before turning
around to grab the last file in the pile.

“Well... The police found a hammer as a weapon in the perpetrator's taxi,

and also blood stains..._

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Until now, Tul felt like she couldn't speak without considering Ran's
emotions. Che-rån herself understood the reason why she did not finish
speaking. Tul wanted to tear the criminal data file from Che-ran's hands,
who stubbornly grabbed it, not wanting to let go.

"I can read it, really,"

Che-rán confirmed her words, although she had a little doubt in her heart.
Ella Tulle continued to feel worried, she tried to avoid those pleading looks,
but in the end she had to trust Che-rån.

<Lady Watcharin Chanthanasathien>

Tul tried to jump to the page about the weapons used in the incident,
according to the doctor's initial question. It was the same hammer, but this
time it had dried blood stains on the handle. This compelling evidence
ultimately allowed Mr. Wisut to be arrested.

“Police reportedly found a hammer in the taxi after arresting him.”

Che-rán remained silent for a while until the person sitting to her left's heart
sank. Tul briefly looked at her calm face, before Che-rån spoke in a low
voice:

"Mother... she also had a wound on the back of her head, didn't she?"

Her small hand was about to turn to the next page, but Tul stopped her.

“You don't need to look, I'll look for it.”

“I want to see it for myself. Alright.”

Tul could only give up when the doctor stubbornly insisted on her words
and opened the page with photos of the wound on the back of her head, and
found no difference from the previous victim. The victim was hit in the
back of the head with a hammer and fell before the perpetrator committed
the murder. But the person who couldn't contain herself was the daughter of
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soon as she heard faint sobs from the person next to her. She immediately
went up, sat on the bed and hugged the heartbroken Ran to her.

No one can 100% separate personal matters from work. Not even a surgeon
could operate on someone close to him, his relatives or his own family.
Perhaps the reason Mrs. Watcharin had the autopsy done at the police
hospital, Tul thought, was that Prof. Rakkit would not be able to perform an
autopsy on his own wife. Additionally, her daughter lost her mother when
she was little. Tul repeatedly blamed herself for not being stubborn enough
to forbid her from opening the latest victim's file.

“I'm sorry... I thought about how much pain my mother was in at that
moment.”

Che-rán sobbed in the arms of whoever comforted her. Can she heal Ran's
pain and trauma? Even in her own heart, she felt the same pain.

“You don't need to read it. Alright. I'll try it myself.”

Her small hands gripped Tul's clothes tightly, trying to erase the image of
the injuries her mother had received. But no matter how hard she tried she
couldn't erase it, even though she only saw the wound that left the victim
unconscious, not the facial wound that caused his death. Che-rán had
actually overestimated her own thoughts, thinking that she would be able to
handle it. Several minutes passed before Che-rán stopped crying. She
sobbed softly before Tul reached out to grab a tissue from the nightstand
and handed it to her. The owner of the room helped her wipe away the tear
stains on her red cheeks.

“Do you want to wash your face and eyes?”

"Um..."

Che-rán answered easily, got out of bed with Tul's help, then walked
towards the bathroom that was on the other side of the stairs.. Tul was close,
not far away, while the little girl lowered her head and went to get water to
wash her face and eyes. She took her own towel to help wipe the other
person's face. Che-ran gave the older woman a small smile, instead of

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telling her that she was fine. But before they could talk more, a voice came
from downstairs saying that her brother had returned home.

"Let's see if my brother,"

Tul said, taking her hand as she came down from the second floor. Some of
the lights had turned on. P'Tihn, who had just left the kitchen, stopped when
he saw the guest. He made a confused face very similar to his sister's. Che-
rån raised her hand in greeting.

“Hello…”

Tihn was stunned, looking down to see the two hands joined together. He
immediately understood without having to ask:

“Hello, was it Tul who invited you? Are you hungry? Have you eaten?”

“I have eaten, thank you.”

Che-rån smiled widely. She used to hide behind Tulle, but now she was
starting to feel more relaxed.

“Why did you come home until now?”

“You ask me like a mother. I went to the reunion party, didn't I tell you,
don't you remember?”

Tul nodded and pursed her lips slightly, although she didn't really remember
what his brother said.

“Dr. Ran, do you want to eat something? That way you won't be hungry
when you return home. Or you'll stay the night... Argh, what's wrong?”

Tihn hadn't finished speaking, he screamed when his sister punched him on
the arm to ask him to shut up. Che-rán laughed softly when he saw the two
brothers fighting like children.

“What are you talking about? The doctor will go home soon.”

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“Who knows, right?... Dr. Ran, would you like Tul to take you?”

“Alright. I brought the car. It's parked in front of the house.”

The important guest pointed to where her car was parked. P'Tihn nodded
and continued asking if Che-rán wanted him to prepare something to eat,
until Che-rán had to accept the invitation, which was difficult to refuse. Tul
took her to sit down and waited for her on the couch while she turned on the
television, in case the little woman felt more comfortable at home.

After reading the case files of the seven victims, Tul still felt uneasy and
thought there might be something more than what meets the eye. She did
not want to discuss the matter with Inspector Pichet, who she believed in
the decades-old investigative process of police officers. And she probably
thought reopening the case would be difficult. It was unclear how such
actions would directly affect the Central Research Headquarters, until she
Tul decided to secretly investigate, even though there were no clues left
because so much time had already passed. There is only information left on
the Internet, the Storyteller Bloggers about famous murderers of the past,
including all the opinions of people in the world of social networks, and
they found a lot of interesting things.

Some said that Wisut was not the real murderer. He was the scapegoat. The
perpetrator remained at large and was probably a high-ranking official, a
police officer or a descendant of a politician who had now fled abroad.
Although Tul might have delved too deeply into those speculative thoughts,
she would not ignore the matter completely. Images of Onitsuka Tiger shoes
allegedly worn by the perpetrator on the day of the incident circulated on
the Internet. Although it was more of a product recommendation blog than
helping with a police investigation, Tul noted the make, model, and year of
sale for future reference.

She was determined to investigate this case. She also took the time to put
Jew in the car and leave without telling the young man next to her, her
destination.

“Do you want to go get the necklace you ordered?”

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Jew asked in a suspicious voice.

"No."

Tul said quietly. The older policewoman's serious attitude made the people
sitting next to her looked at her with a strange feeling.

“What's the matter? Oh...why did you take the toll road? Where will you
take me?”

Tul pointed to his own cell phone so the person next to him could see it. On
the screen was a GPS navigation application that goes to Chanthaburi
province.

“I asked for it at the house search at the Department of Corrections. I have

something to talk to Mr. Wisut about a case from eighteen years ago.”

The house of the ex-convict, who was recently released, was about 30
kilometers from Chanthaburi town and required a long drive from the main
road because the GPS could not
determine the address accurately. From time to time they had to stop and
ask directions before realizing that her destination was not far away..
Because it was located far from the city, the surrounding area was quite
spacious with trees,
grass, and bushes growing abundantly. The houses were very far apart and
people did not expect an SUV with a Bangkok license plate to pass through
their street. Tul decided to park her car to ask directions at a small store.

“House number 29, Town No. 3? There are only a few houses at the end of
the street. Maybe there... Wait police, let me think.”

A woman in her thirties pointed in the direction the car was heading. But
she seemed unsure, before a young man, probably her son, approached with
curiosity in his eyes.

"It's a wooden house, Mom, I remember,"

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He said, but those words only made her spend a long time, her eyes
widening as if she had remembered something.

“Yes, of course, but there shouldn't be anyone else in the house. I've never
seen anyone.”

“Mom, don't you remember? He returns to the store,"

Said the young man as he mocked his mother, avoiding the slap aimed at
the back of his head. Quickly, he walked over and stood next to the
policewoman.

“Shall I take you, Phi? I'll ride my motorcycle and lead the way.”

“What are you going with him? You're looking for excuses again!”

The supermarket lady scolded him, but the young man didn't want to listen.
He hurriedly put on some flip-flops, went out, started the old motorcycle
that seemed to have been inherited from his father, and gestured for the two
police officers to follow him. Tul drove his car following the boy's
motorcycle for less than a kilometer. To the right was the temple and not far
away they saw a tall wooden house and an old, dilapidated building that
seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, as the boy's mother
suspected.

The two agents got out of the car and looked doubtful at the wooden house
in front of them, not knowing if anyone lived there. The wood was
beginning to rot, the ivy plants were sticking to the walls of the house and
there were certain areas that could clearly be seen being devoured by
termites.

"Are you sure?"

Lieutenant Jew was the first to ask. If I said it was a place where teenagers
like to hunt ghosts, it would be more accurate.

“Yes, it's here. Who are they looking for? I haven't seen anyone here for a
long time,"

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The young man responded, not daring to look at the window of the house,
as if he was afraid that someone would look down.

“He himself said that he couldn't contact his parents. His family may no
longer exist.”

Tul turned to consult with Jew when they arrived at Mr. Wisut's house. This
could simply be a useless act.

"But he had no intention of returning home?" Or has he not arrived yet?

You gave him the money that day, right?"

Jew repeated, remembering that again. But that didn't make them confident
that Wisut would return or if his family still lived in this house.

“The only way to know is to try to call him.”

The two police lieutenants decided to call Mr. Wisut until they were
absolutely sure that no one was inside. Mr. Wisut's name was called many
times, followed by a young man secretly observing them from afar. But no
matter how much they called, there was no response from inside. Before
deciding to return, Tul noticed a pair of shoes that had been taken off and
left on the wooden beam steps that were beginning to collapse.

"Jew,"

The lieutenant told him to look at the shoes she remembered so well. Wisut
wore them after being released that same day.

"Phi, if he... is really here, he should answer."

Jew stammered, not wanting to imagine the worst-case scenario, but unable
to help it. Lieutenant Tul put on a serious face, raised her head and looked
at the houseboat, before making the decision to carefully walk along the
beam of the creaky old stairs. Jew clung to the arm of his superior, who no
longer looked like a brave police officer. As they climbed the stairs, Tul
turned the rusty knob and discovered that the door was open. As soon as the

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door opened, a foul smell immediately hit her nostrils, making them step
back before realizing what they were seeing.

The body of the serial killer hung above the ground, with a large rope tied
around his neck to the beam of the house. Wisut had already been dead for
several days.

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②⑥

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-sɪx
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

“Mr. Wisut died no less than two days ago by hanging himself with a rope
tied to the beam of the house, using this chair as a support point. His body
had dark green marks on his lips, fingernails and toenails, his tongue was
stuck, and there was blood in his mouth under the white conjunctiva. There
are pus stains on the floor where he died a few days ago.

The forensic doctor at the regional hospital, who was contacted by the
Provincial Police to perform the first autopsy, confirmed the condition of
the former inmate's body. His body was lying on the floor of the house,
which was covered in thick dust and cobwebs, ensuring that no one had
lived there for years. Tul saw the clothes Mr. Wisut was wearing and
immediately knew that they were the same ones he had been wearing three
days earlier when he was released.

"He probably thought he had nowhere to go. When he returned, his parents
were gone, there was nothing left. So he decided to commit suicide,"

Said an inspector from the Laem Singh district police station in a sad tone.

“Inspector, do you know his father and mother? They are dead?”

Tul turned to ask as soon as she heard it.

“Both have died since Mr. Wisut was arrested. At that time the case became
famous news. Five years later, his father was hit by a truck and died
instantly,”

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The inspector recalled, telling the family's heartbreaking story. A person

who lost the head of the family after his eldest son was trapped in prison
and waiting on death row, not knowing that his father had died tragically.

“As for Mrs. Na, Mr. Wisut's mother, she lived alone after that. Lately she
forgets things or she seems confused. The kids here liked to throw her
things into her house, tease her to get out of it, and call her crazy. But she
was like this because she lost her husband and her son, who turned out to be
a criminal. No one knew she was dead until someone found her body.”

Tul sighed when she learned that another family's life had fallen apart since
the events of eighteen years ago.

“Inspector, we found a note and a 500 baht written in pen. You could say it's
a suicide note.”

A man got up from the body and handed her the bills that he had just found
in his pants pocket. The local inspector unrolled the purple paper so he
could read the letters clearly.

“It really is a suicide note…”

“I can see?”

Said the police lieutenant, picking it up and reading it. Although she did not
know how many five hundred baht notes Mr Wisut had, Tul did not want to
confirm that they were the five hundred baht notes she gave him for the trip
home. Tul hoped that he will use the money to find a little happiness, even
just a little. It was sad to know that he was struggling, but he still hadn't
been able to use it.

'The day I left prison, my father and mother did not come to pick me up. I
thought, maybe I was an ungrateful guy. I was sure that my father and
mother must hate me and I no longer dared confront them. But no, it turns
out that my father is dead, and so is my mother. There is no one waiting for
me at home, everything is gone, there is nothing left. This is karma I didn't
do but I have to pay, I hope it ends like this.”

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Once again Mr. Wisut was dissatisfied with the judicial process that sent
him to prison. Although the facts could not be proven, until now Tul is sure
that there were several strange things in the lawsuit from several years ago.
The case documents lacked substance and the evidence was so weak that
prosecuting anyone was unthinkable. However, this caused the taxi driver's
life to turn upside down and he was branded a murderer by society until the
end of his life.

“So, it must be a suicide, right?”

“When combined with his mental health history while in prison, plus the
condition of the body that shows no signs of a struggle, there were no signs
of a break-in in the house, the door was not locked... I believe he committed
suicide.”

Lieutenant Tul looked down, hiding the feelings of disappointment that

were rising to the surface, repeatedly wondering why she didn't question
Mr. Wisut when she had the chance. Maybe that's one of the reasons this
man made the decision for him. It is better to leave this world than to be
blamed for the same mistakes over and over again.

“Then we will take the body to Laem Sing hospital before the journalists
arrive. Afterwards it will be even more chaotic.”

The police lieutenant nodded and stood still for a while, watching the rescue
team and the hospital's forensic team help organize the wrapping. Mr.
Wisut's lifeless body was hidden behind a clean white sheet.

“P'Tul.”

Jew returned to the house, making way for the rescue team to take his body
before heading towards his elder who was there waiting to inform him of
the events from where he had gone to investigate, Monks and The
administrators of the temple testified that two days ago, in the middle of the
night, Mr. Wisut went to look for his mother's ashes. He probably just found
his father's ashes at home. Meanwhile, his mother was living alone at home
when the cremation took place. When it was over, no family came to bring

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his ashes from the temple the last time anyone saw Mr. Wisut before he
committed suicide

"If he returned home that same night, it is very likely that his death
occurred late at night and early in the morning,"

Tul assumed based on the information she received. There were two boxes
of ashes on the shelf. As she approached, Tul also noticed many finger
marks on the wooden surface that was covered in thick dust. This probably
happened when Mr. Wisut wanted to tell his parents that he had returned.
Tul dared to open a wooden drawer with the handle loose. She was so loose
that she had to use her fingertips to try to get it out. There were empty
shelves, shelves full of scraps of cloth, some coins, until Tul found a shelf
full of sheets of paper and decided to take out the whole pile to take a look.

Most of the sheets were made of jute from the temple works, some of which
had been eaten by termites. Until Tul thought, what can she find in these
pieces of paper? However, there was one envelope that made her think that
the letter was probably the one that had been opened and read the most
because of the wrinkled folds of the envelope. An envelope that may have
once been a white envelope, but has now turned from yellow to brown. Tul
took out a worn piece of paper and unfolded it before realizing that it was a
letter written by his son to a mother. Wisut wrote it in his own handwriting
from prison in an attempt to contact his family.

'I don't know if this letter will reach you mom and dad. I have written to
you many times but I have not received a response from anyone. Perhaps it
is because father and mother are no longer interested in this traitor, or
because you did not receive my letter. This time I entrusted a letter to my
friend's relatives in prison, hoping that this letter would reach my parents.

I'm fine. How are mom and dad? Sorry, I can't send money anymore. I don't
know if you have enough money to meet your living needs. I would feel
more comfortable if I could trust Wut, but her son can't be trusted. As for
Nee, that bitch, she would probably be happy with her husband and
probably very embarrassed because I was her older brother. The director
said that if I behaved well I could get out of prison sooner than expected.
Even if I am on death row, the sentence will be reduced if I try to be good

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and follow all the rules and regulations as best I can. There are several
prisoners who asked to be transferred from Bang Kwang Prison to live in
another prison at their home. I hope one day I can do that, so mom and dad
can come visit. I miss them so much, I miss my home, they can hit me all
they want. I just want to go back to my old life. I'm already fed up with life
in Bangkok."

Mr. Wisut's letter consisted of two pages. The first page he had just read
ended up revealing more about an ex-convict's past. It was mentioned how
he attempted to write letters to his family but was unsuccessful until an
attempt finally reached his mother. Mr. Wisut was not an only child, he had
a younger brother named Wut, who is said to be no longer with the family
or may even have died. And the other is Nee, a sister who lost contact with
the family due to a breakup caused by something written in a letter.

Tul took the second letter. His handwriting was scattered all over the paper,
like the first one.

'I don't know if you will believe your son's words. The police forced me to
confess because they had evidence against me and the government lawyer
they provided me was not serious about helping me. They were all the
same, they only said that if I admitted wrong doing, the punishment would
be reduced by half, until I realized that I had been tricked. I'm just a fool
known as a serial killer. Most likely it is karma from a previous life that
makes me responsible for things I did not do. I just hope mom and dad
believe me and find a way to help me, but the legal fees are too expensive.
If I had to borrow money from that bitch's husband, he'd probably chase me
like a dog. I will definitely never leave here.

I admit, the first woman who died, Wipha, was beautiful, so I liked her a
lot. But she didn't want to be with a poor taxi driver who bought her a gold
necklace, she didn't even wear it. When she kicked me out, I never saw her
again, only occasionally passing by the massage parlor. When Wipha died,
the next morning the police came to question me because a friend of hers
told them that she had chased her. But the police let me go because there
was no evidence against me. Father, mother, do you remember Aunt Noi's
daughter who sold pigs in the market? She attended the same elementary
school as Wut. She also died from the same killer. I saw her corpse, her face

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was destroyed. I went to her just to help confirm who was hers, seeing her
condition I felt sorry for her. But suddenly the police said that I was the one
who had killed her. How could I do that to someone I've seen since
childhood? Some of the other women who died, I've seen them, we only
spoke once. And some of them I had never seen before. Especially the last
woman, it's true that I picked her up, but I swear, I took her to the front of
the alley of her house. How can I kill someone I've only met once?

In my past life, what sins have I committed that I have to take responsibility
for that damn bastard? I don't know if karma really exists. Why is the killer
still out there? He was very brutal, as if he hated women who prostituted
themselves. I can't even imagine doing something like that. Is that really
possible? I can not do it. I'm not the one to blame. Although no one believes
me, I hope mother and father believe in your son, okay?"

Tul only realized how hot her eyelids were when she read the entire two-
page letter to the end. She had a headache that felt like it was going to
explode. She raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows with her fingertips.
Every sentence, every word written in Mr. Wisut's letter tried to tell his
parents how it was possible for him to kill up to 7 people.

"The police forced me to confess."

Tul read the sentence over and over again. No wonder that phrase always
bothers her. She felt disgusted every time she thought of the name of the
police officer who was in charge of an important case at that time. From
what Tul thought, that person would do anything to reach a high rank that
few people reached. Who knows how many people's lives he had stepped
on to get to that point. Tul swore to herself that she would investigate this
case until evidence was found that her father arrested the wrong person and
deliberately falsified evidence against a man just to close the case that made
his name famous. Tul felt disgusted, she wanted to know if that person still
had subconscious thoughts. A police officer who performs his duties
illegally for profit is as bad as a murderer.

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News of the serial killer's death spread faster than fire spreading across a
field. Several news agencies reported that Wisut returned to his hometown
in Chanthaburi province before deciding to hang himself in his own home.
This is believed to be due to unbearable stress due to peer pressure, coupled
with the mental health issues he has experienced since he was in prison. As
reported, the Central Bureau of Investigation issued an order prohibiting the
disclosure of the suicide note, ensuring that no one in the society would
sympathize or empathize with the killer.. Ultimately, the murderer's death
seems insignificant compared to the atrocities committed against the
victims and families who suffered loss 18 years ago.

Tul returned to the base the afternoon of the same day. She accidentally
closed the car door so hard that Jew, who was returning with her, was
shocked. On the way they exchanged words about the case. Jew attempted
to read Mr. Wisut's two letters, but no one seemed to hear the description
conveyed. Perhaps because the letters were written from prison they had
less weight, or perhaps no one wanted to listen to what the perpetrator of
the murder was saying. With this important witness gone from the world,
only the police were left in charge of this case, to take responsibility for
things.

Jew knew what his superior wanted to do once they returned to base.
Inspector Pichet came out and met the two who had just arrived.

“Is there a problem? Where are you going, Lieutenant Tul?”

The inspector thought that the two had returned to inform him about an
ongoing case, in case they needed to coordinate with the Laem Sing district
police. Furthermore, Mr. Wisut had just been released from a previous
copycat murder case, and shortly after committed suicide. Jew looked
uncomfortable. He responded quietly, afraid that someone wouldn't hear
him.

“I would like to speak with the police on duty about the case, Inspector.”

“What the case, what do you mean?”

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“A case from eighteen years ago. We found a letter that Mr. Wisut wrote
while he was in prison where he said that he was innocent.”

The elevator doors opened as he reached the 16th floor of the Central
Bureau of Investigation building. Lieutenant Tul entered a carpeted area,
separate from the rest of the office, reserved for high-ranking police officers
at the commander level. This was Tul's first time here, but that didn't worry
her or make her want to back away in the slightest. After just a few steps,
she found a teak door with a plaque that read: “Office of the Commissioner
of the Central Bureau of Investigation.”

“What are you doing here? What range? What unit?”

The police officers at the station hurriedly let out hostile roars to ask seeing
Tul's clothes that were not uniform from head to toe.

“Who you want to see? Your clothes are inappropriate.”

Tul took her badge and held it up for the other party to see:

“Police Lieutenant Tul Techakomol of the Criminal Investigation Division.

I came to see the commander.”

The police officer's expression changed slightly when he heard the

uninvited guest's surname. He even had to lift the badge to read it clearly,
before clearing his throat and lowering his voice almost twice as low as
before.

"Follow me, he's in his office,"

The officer said. It seemed that the only benefit she had left from his father
was a last name that made everyone on the base hesitant to go against her,
fearing that she might have connections to the commander, which could put
them in a difficult position.. Tul was not happy that people treated her as if
she were privileged, but at least that saved her from arguing and wasting
time. The police officer led the way to the office's interior teakwood door,
which was polished to a shine. Above the door was a plaque with a name
engraved on it, just like the one outside.

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_Lieutenant General of Techakomol Technical Police_

_Commander of the Central Investigation Bureau_

"Sir, someone wants to see you,"

The subordinate said respectfully as the teak door opened slightly. Without
waiting for permission, Lieutenant Tul entered to look at the person inside
her. The police commander was sitting in his large, comfortable, overstuffed
chair. He didn't even say a word when he saw who entered his office. He
simply waved his hand to his subordinate to leave the visitor alone with
him.

“What brings you here to see me?”

Tul did not respond immediately, but looked briefly around the room as if to
understand the living conditions of the man who was the head of the family
but had abandoned his responsibilities decades ago. Although he wasn't
much different from what he expected, she couldn't help but feel sorry. A
beautifully decorated Buddhist temple stood in one corner, its walls
decorated with images of revered monks, indicating deep, perhaps even
fanatical, religious devotion. It was ironic that someone with such a
tarnished past would worship so seriously. Tul wondered why he prayed
every day and if his prayers were ever answered.

"There's something I want to talk about,"

Tul said. It had been decades since she had spoken to her father. She had no
intention of thanking the man who didn't raise her. She couldn't deny that
her pent-up feelings were filled with the desire to win, to show him that she
grew up well without a father.

“What's that? Do you think I have the whole day free?”

Tul's eyes narrowed and she didn't give up. Tul meant that he seemed to
stand still and do nothing. His desk was immaculately clean and tidy, with
files neatly stacked as if they were just for show, making anyone who
passed by believe he was hard at work. However, the young lieutenant

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decided to swallow those insulting words, fearing that she would not get to
the main point if she said them.

“About Mr. Wisut.”

“Who?”

“A serial killer from eighteen years ago.”

“Eighteen years ago, what's the point? There are hundreds or even
thousands of cases that I handle each year. Do I have to remember them
all?”

“Taxi driver accused of murder, framed with false evidence, forced to

confess. Do you remember now?”

Tul stared into those eyes and couldn't guess what he was thinking even
though she was deliberately provoking with her words. Tech mocked her
with a smile. He seemed to see her as a child, inexperienced and daring to
challenge authority.

“What do you know? Then how old are you? A girl like you wouldn't
understand how to handle cases.”

“Wisut hanged himself at home.”

“I've seen the news. Prisoners who have just been released from prison
often suffer mental damage. That is normal. If you feel it, go and cremate
the body.”

He had her hands comfortably crossed on the table.

“We found a letter he wrote while he was in prison. He sent it to his mother.
In the letter it was written that he was framed. Read it…”

Lieutenant Tul took out two letters that had been wrapped in a ziplock bag
from the forensic evidence unit to prevent the ink from disappearing from
the handwritten letters. Big Tech didn't even take it, but looked at it with a
pitiful expression.

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“Do you believe that?”

“I believe it more than the case report you wrote.”

"You would think that you have so much confidence in yourself, just
because you've been given the responsibility of such an important case,
you're meddling in other people's affairs,"

Tech's voice was low, using the tips of his fingers to push away the thought
about him as if he were something disgusting.”

“Let me tell you that the criminals in Bang Kwang Prison, hundreds of
them, wrote letters trying to contact their families, declaring their
innocence. Everyone wants to continue fighting their cases even after the
trial is over. So, thinking about which case is decided right or wrong, what
about the other cases? You don't have to sit there and destroy everything,
right?”

“It is well known that the evidence is weak. For all seven victims, including
the last victim, the cases are full of holes. Instead of sending the bodies to
the forensics, you sent them to the police hospital, which does not have a
medical forensic expert to help with the examination. And you are going to
tell me that is transparent?”

Big Tech stared at its own flesh and blood that it so despised. The arrogant
expression on her face that he didn't even want to see. He argued like a
child who wanted to win. From the beginning, Big Tech did not want to let
his frustrations flow throughout the game. Now dissatisfaction flowed until
he involuntarily clenched his jaw when he thought that the one who dared
to dig into the case he was responsible for was his own daughter.

“Then you should try asking the families of the murdered victims. Are you
satisfied with the results of the investigation or do you want to revive this
case?”

Tech said, like someone who had the advantage and saw the confusion
hidden behind the penetrating gaze. of the girl in front of him.

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“It will be known that you sympathize more with the murderer than with the
family of the deceased. Come on, I dare you..”

In the parking lot in front of the Institute of Forensic Medicine building,

Lieutenant Tul was sitting in her black van, not getting out even though it
had been parked for a long time. In her hand she held a velvet box the size
of a hand. The owner could only sigh. She had just picked up the necklace
she had ordered, but she didn't feel as happy as she should. Her eyes looked
out of the car into the distance. She occasionally looked down thinking of
phrases that she couldn't get out of her brain.

Although deep down she knew that Wisut could be the scapegoat in the case
18 years ago, this means turning a blind eye to the empathy of the
perpetrator who had not yet received proof of his innocence. What's more,
the families of the seven victims, including one she knew, continued to
suffer no matter how much time had passed. The death of a loved one was
an eternal suffering, a loss that robbed you of the life that should have been
yours. This robbed a person of their day, their time, and their chance to be
together.

Tul closed her eyes. She still had a headache even though she had taken
headache medication. Her brain thought over and over, telling herself what
should she do? Going to meet Che-ran would be awkward when there were
so many things to worry about. But then she heard the sound of a cell phone
in the seat next to her, someone she wasn't ready to talk to finally called.

Ran❤

Tul snapped her fingertips and pressed the answer button before raising the
cell phone to her ear. She returned to the sweet, reassuring voice that had
dispelled many worries.

[Is P'Tul still on duty? Did something happen tonight?]

The young lieutenant could barely recover her voice. She was stunned and
responded:

“No, nothing.”

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[Today dad said he had free time. Do you want to come home to eat with
us?]

Tul's shoulders slumped, her face pressed against the steering wheel, trying
to keep her breathing from being so loud that others could hear it. The sad
image of Che-ran looking at the photo of her mother's injuries at that
moment made her feel guilty to this day. Furthermore, she had to confront
these two people, the victim's husband and daughter. Although her mind
was still filled with thoughts about the case from eighteen years ago, there
were still people who had not received justice before.

[Hello... P'Tul, did you hear me?]

“Um…”

[What's wrong? If you're not ready, it's okay…]

“Ran…”

Tul forced a tone that didn't sound like her. Her fingers pressed her
eyebrows to ease the pain.

“Can we talk for a moment?”

Her somber eyes watched the medical examiner come down from the
building, but she decided not to send a signal to indicate where her car was
parked. Che-rán looked left and right for a moment before seeing a van with
a license plate she remembered parked not far away. Tul looked down as
Che-rån immediately got into her car. The velvet box was hidden, not
allowing the person who opened the door to see it when she sat in the car.

Che-rán felt a gloomy atmosphere in the car due to the strange attitude of
the person who called her to meet her. She didn't even turn to look at
herself, she just lowered her head. Seeing her hand on her lap, the doctor
reached out and held her hand. But Lieutenant Tul didn't respond to her
hand when she had a problem and she had a lot to say.

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[There is something wrong?]

The smell of the light perfume that Che-rån used when she came home from
work always fascinated Tul. But at that moment everything was different, it
was as if she carried the entire world on her back.

[Have you seen the news?]

Tul didn't know how to start.

[Suicide, right? I saw it.]

Tul noticed once again that Che-rán avoided mentioning Mr. Wisut's name.

“P'Tul, you went to Chanthaburi to meet him, right?... I just found out from
Mae that you and Lieutenant Jew went together since the morning.”

The lieutenant nodded. She hadn't told anyone about the clandestine
investigation of the old case, not even Che-rán. However, she had no
intention of hiding it if the situation worsened.

“It was reported that he had been depressed since he was in prison, but in
reality there was another reason why he committed suicide. At home...his
parents were gone. There was no one home, only ashes remained on the
floor. He wrote a suicide note saying that he himself must atone for karma
that he had not committed.”

Both the expression and sad eyes of Mr. Wisut that she saw last time were
still stuck in her head. Who deliberately projects that image over and over
again?

“Do you mean they forced him to go to prison?”

"I think so, but I know that first I have to prove it,"

Tul chose her words carefully, fearing that they would not be accepted by
someone who, like her, believed more in evidence than intuition. However,
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feeling and the physical exhaustion she clearly felt from driving back and
forth between provinces for several hours.

"Wouldn't it be better to just rest? P'Tul has been outside all day.”

Tul took a deep breath and murmured that she was fine, although in reality
her body was exhausted from the fatigue accumulated during the trip, as
Che-rán had feared. However, she herself did not want Mr. Wisut's death to
be in vain.

“P'Tul, you don't have to investigate right now. Don't force yourself,"

Che-rán repeated, looking at the stubborn woman who wasn't listening to

her at all. She knew that P'Tul wouldn't stand idly by if something was out
of place. However, if they wanted to investigate and look for evidence in a
case that had taken place almost twenty years ago, perhaps they could
analyze it a little more carefully. However, her phrase expressing concern
made the listener interpret the opposite.

"I'm not forcing myself.”

Her voice sounded more challenging, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"That's better than letting a man who was a scapegoat die for a crime he
didn't commit. You also see that this case is full of loopholes, right? All the
evidence could have been falsified.”

The more Tul tried to control herself from getting angry, the angrier she
seemed. She turned her head, unable to look Che-rán in the eyes, afraid to
see the disappointment in them.

“You speak as if you were already convinced that he is innocent.”

Tul seemed to see superimposed images while talking to her father, who
was not even listening. But at that moment Che-rán, the person she loved
more than anyone else, the person who never criticized her with an
emotional tone or harsh words, made her entire body feel numb.

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“There was a letter he wrote while he was in prison. He sent it to his

mother. I found it at his house.”

Tul tried to explain. She felt like a child who was insulted by her father:

“He said that he didn't do it, that they framed him and forced him to
confess.”

There was an awkward and unusual silence in the car. It had happened to
both of them before. It was Che-rán who looked away first, but still did not
withdraw her hand, Until now, Tul had not been brave enough to return her
grip. It seemed like there was a gap between the two of them due to a
misunderstanding, because they saw the story from a different angle.

“It's not that I don't want to hear it. But they are just his own words, there is
still no evidence to confirm it.”

“You think like this, even though you believe that the evidence used could
be false evidence.”

“We still don't know for sure. We only know that it is not normal, but we
cannot prove it yet.”

“So, how did you know?”

Tul accidentally put emotion in her voice. She pulled her hand away from
her small hand in her lap, raising it to press against her forehead that had
not yet healed from the pain and her eyelids that were beginning to feel hot.
Che-rán's words were almost no different from the irresponsible words that
came out of his father's mouth. This made Tul feel increasingly irritated, as
well as a feeling of disappointment that little by little was accumulating in
her heart. They both used to have the same opinion and always supported
each other, but not anymore.

Che-rán removed her hand from the person who had just raised her voice.
She didn't even have the slightest reproach in her eyes as she looked at the
person next to her. This lieutenant had a bad temper, but that was before
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caring about her feelings. She probably carried all the problems on her
shoulders. She must have been so tired that she wanted to let it all out and
make the two of them fight.

“I'll go now.”

Tul didn't hold back even though she wanted to explain. However, that
might be no different than making excuses. Now that she thought about it,
that would probably worsen her still unstable emotions. She could only let
Che-rán open the door and get out of the car. Tul leaned forward with her
forehead resting on the steering wheel. In her jacket pocket was a velvet
box hidden. The woman who was going to receive this necklace was no
longer there. There was only one person left who was still sad and alone
with guilt.

The next morning, after assigning a team to assist with the investigation,
Lieutenant Tul received information about Sunee Saengkhao, who was
related to Wisut. She moved from Laem Sing district, Chanthaburi
province, to live with her husband, who was a government official at the
Royal Palace, Bangkok province. Additionally, she had changed her name
to use her husband's last name, thus severing ties with the family she left
behind.

Tul decided to set out on a journey to meet Wisut's last living blood relative,
even though she had avoided her during several years of touring in
Thonburi. Tul thought there would be no one home during the day, but
when she pressed the doorbell a second time, she heard a woman's voice
answering from inside.

“Who are you looking for?”

A housewife of about forty came out, opened the door and looked at the two
police officers who were in front of her house. She probably thought they
were insurance agents, until Lieutenant Tul showed her her police badge.

“We are the police. There are some questions we want to ask.”

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Her expression immediately changed to that of a different person, as if she

anticipated what she would be asked even before Tul spoke.

“You are Mrs. Aramon Sittichai, right? Do you know this man?”

“No.”

As soon as Mr. Wisut's photo was presented to her, she barely needed time
to look at it for a moment. Instead, she hurriedly responded with a harsh
voice and tried to return to the house as if she did not want to continue
talking to the police.

“Aunt, you haven't even seen her. Who is it?”

Jew asked again to confirm, but she shook her head instead of answering,
not even bothering to look at the photo in the visitor's hand.

“I don't know, I said I don't know.”

“But he is a criminal who has just been released. Anyone who watches the
news has probably seen his face.”

“What do you want? I still have a lot of homework to do. My husband will
be back in a moment.”

She tried to avoid further arguments. It happened according to the

predictions of the two police officers.

"We understand that you don't want to talk about the past, but there is
something we need to know."

Tul lowered her voice, trying not to be so reckless that it made her
uncomfortable. She was so surprised that she did not want to give a
statement. The young lieutenant took the
business card out of her pocket and handed it to Mrs. Aramon, or her old
name, Sunee.

“You can contact me if you are ready to talk. I guarantee that this matter
will remain confidential.”

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A housewife in her forties accepted the business card with trembling hands.
She seemed weak and afraid that someone outside would see the two police
officers standing in front of her house. Afraid that someone would come
and listen to her conversation.

"We'll go now."

Lieutenant Tul bowed slightly to the older woman before leaving her. They
heard a soft sob, followed by the sound of the iron fence slamming shut.

"Yesterday morning, police at the Klang Investigation Headquarters

confirmed that the death of Wisut Saengkhao, an eighteen-year-old serial
killer who was recently acquitted, was a suicide. Denying the rumors
that....!"

The doorbell of the bakery rang as a new customer entered. Tihn hurriedly
pressed the remote control to lower the announcer's voice as he watched the
elementary school kids who had come in to select some snacks from the
shelf. The two children's loud chatter made the store owner Interested in
approaching them.

“Nong Ton and Nong Nam, have classes started?”

“Since two days ago.”

“We were waiting for dad to come pick us up. So we stopped by here,"

The girl responded with a clear voice and a smile so wide that you could see
one of her teeth that had just fallen out. Tinh
smiled back, leaning on her arm and watching the children buying their
favorite pastries. His bakery used to have regular customers of almost all
kinds. From company employees who
stopped by to buy snacks during the day and in the morning, to elementary,
middle and high school students who went after school. One of them were
two younger brothers who had just arrived holding hands, also becoming
one of the regular customers. The sound of bells was heard again, this time
it was a man wearing a dark green food delivery uniform. At first, Tihn

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thought it was an online food order, but the man headed straight for the two
children.

“What did you guys buy?”

His voice sounded tired. Tihn was able to guess that he was the children's
father, although he had never seen him before because as far as he
remembered, the two children were always picked up by their mother. But
that day their mother probably had urgent matters to attend to, so their
father would have to take charge.

“I can take this?”

“How much? Better just one, because it's expensive.”

The father's voice was a little quiet because he didn't want the store
employees to hear him, but Tihn had enough manners not to listen. Until the
two children finished choosing the desserts they wanted, an egg tart and a
pineapple tart, the food was placed on the checkout table. Tihn prepared it
and put it in the microwave behind him to warm up.

“How much is the total?”

The man asked even though he himself had already roughly calculated the
prices from the signs on the shelves. Tihn pressed the register to count the
two pies.

“The total is thirty-five baht. I'll give you cake and chocolate, it's a new
recipe from the store.”

"Thank you really!"

The daughter shouted loudly as she pointed with her hand at the small cake
she had just placed on the counter before looking at her father, who seemed
displeased. He took out two twenty baht bills and paid before receiving the
change.

"I'll wait for you outside."

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The middle-aged man bowed and told the two children that he was going
out. Tihn told the children to sit and wait in chairs in front of the counter.
But at this moment the store bell rang again, a man came in and almost
collided with the driver of the grabber who was about to leave. Tihn looked
up to see who had arrived, before receiving a familiar greeting from an old
friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

“Does your store also accept Grab? That would be great too.”

“No, he is a client. Why did you come here?”

“You said you opened a bakery nearby. I was passing through, so I stopped
by to support a friend. What do you sell?”

Without hearing the answer, the new boy walked around looking at the
snacks on the shelves with great interest. Shortly after, the microwave alarm
sounded, so Tihn did not continue talking to his friend. He turned around,
took the two cakes and put them in the package, not forgetting the box of
chocolate cake. The boy walked over and took the plastic bag from the store
owner's hand. He took his sister's hand and walked towards his father.

“I thought of you and your sister when I saw those children. At that time,
Tul always followed you and was with you, I remember.”

When he saw the two children leaving the store, the stern-faced man spoke
again while reminiscing about the past.

“Um, but I remember that Tul doesn't like you.”

“I only made fun of her a little, just a little, why is she so angry?”

His beautiful face shook with laughter when she thought about his friend's
little sister, who always kicked him hard in the shins for the reason he had
just mentioned.

“And how is your sister now? Is she a police officer? Where?”

“Because you want to know?”

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“I'm just curious. I didn't think your sister would become a police officer.
Nowadays, the police aren't so good, so I don't know why people still like
them.”

He smoothed his hair that had been combed, as if he always took care of it.
The appearance itself was very good. The man sat in the chair that had just
been occupied by the children who had left the store. He pulled an e-
cigarette out of his shirt pocket before realizing it probably shouldn't be
done.

"I can't smoke here, right? But this doesn't smell anything.”

“No, there is no showcase. Don't smoke, damn it, put it away first.”

Tihn firmly refused, until his friend, who had a beautiful white man's face,
tickled his mouth in disgust. He put the cigarette back in his pocket, raised
his legs and crossed them in a comfortable position, inhaling the aroma of
the baking cookies instead of the fragrant smoke of the flavoring agent.

“It's great for you to stop being a hotel chef and open your own store. How
much is the rent per month?”

“You make a lot of questions. Are you from my competitor's store or

something?”

His mocking words brought laughter from an old friend.

“Fuck it, I just want to know.”

“You just returned from the United States and you still don't have a job? Do
you want to apply to be an employee at my store? We are short of
personnel. You don't need to have experience to work here.”

Tihn was still bothering his friend, he stopped acting like someone he hadn't
seen in a long time, if we don't count the reunion a few days ago. You could
say that since he was little, from elementary school to high school, Tihn
almost grew up with him. This friend had good experience in managing a
food business, which had now expanded to the suburbs and several

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provinces, allowing his parents to send their only son abroad to continue his
studies after failing to enter a university in Thailand. His name was…
Kawin Kalavanich.

In the evening, someone reported seeing a person being hanged in the

incident along with several police officers. They immediately secured the
area. Local residents gathered in front of the door, watching the actions of
the police, some tried to look inside. Finally a van from the Institute of
Forensic Medicine followed him.

“I'm friends with his wife, a police officer. Normally in the morning she
went out to take her children to school, but this morning I didn't see her
leave and I thought maybe she had gone somewhere. I called several times,
but no one answered. When I saw the house, I found her husband hanged
there.”

The witness who first saw the body said it with tears streaming down her
face, raising her hand to cover her mouth, trying to contain her emotions.

“Earlier we found the body of his wife, who had also died. We express our
deepest condolences to you.”

Tul spoke words that could affect the hearts of her listeners, but she had to
tell them the truth. The middle-aged woman cried so much that other
neighbors had to come and comfort her. As for the other residents who
gathered in front of the house, they could only murmur but refrained from
saying out loud: 'What a gloomy fate.

Tul called Jew to deal with other witnesses before breaking through the
yellow tape barrier to examine the crime scene. In the living room, the body
of a middle-aged woman in pajamas was found sitting on the couch with
her neck bent until her chin touched her chest. Forensic agents took
photographs, collected evidence and examined the wounds on the body,
especially on the neck, where strangulation marks were visible indicating
that the victim had been strangled with a rope, causing suffocation and
death. Not far from there the body of the head of the family was found.

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Hanging on the stairs, where the witness who found the body could see it
from the window. He used a rope tied to the beam of a ladder to hang
himself from the second floor. His body had changed color to dark green,
just like the corpse of Mr. Wisut, whom the young lieutenant had just seen
the day before.

Tul turned away from the sad sight of her in front of her and turned to walk
around the ground floor of the house to look for other evidence or even
surrounding objects that could help in the investigation, such as evidence of
a burglary in the house. A dark green food delivery driver's uniform jacket,
propped on a chair in the kitchen. On the dining table there was a thin
cotton cloth covering the remains of rice. But there was a plastic bag on the
table, which immediately made Tul's heart fall to the ground. Snack bag
from the P'Tihn store.

There wasn't a single cake left in the bag. The family was supposed to have
already eaten it. But before Tul could see more, an officer's voice was heard
from above calling for him to come.

“Lieutenant, the bodies of the son and daughter were found in the
bedroom.”

Lieutenant Tul hurried up the stairs to the second floor of the house, where
there were only two separate bedrooms. In the small bedroom on the right
was an agent from the Institute of
Forensic Medicine. She assumed it was a child's room, with a bookshelf full
of cartoons, a desk, and a computer placed in the corner of the room. The
lifeless body of a child who was probably only in primary school was found
on the bed. The bed was wrinkled, probably from the struggie.

“He has a green bruise under his chin. The perpetrator may have used this
pillow to press on his nose and he can't breathe,"

Said the familiar voice of the medical examiner. After two days, they barely
spoke to each other. Tul approached and tried to keep her distance so as not
to disturb her work. Flashes of light flashed as another forensic assistant
took photographs of the body for storage.

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“Please save this pillow for inspection. In case there are saliva stains from
the victim.”

“Doctor, please come and check the other room.”

Che-rán accepted it without turning to look at the source of the sound. She
tasked other forensic agents to continue examining the boy's body before
getting up and walking towards the master bedroom. But there was
someone standing in her way. For a split second, their eyes met, but Che-
rán looked away, not wanting to look at the policewoman, acting as if they
didn't know each other. Tul remembered the first day they met, when there
was a huge brick wall between the two of them. Tul finally gave way,
letting Che-rán pass her. Her heart hurt to the point of numbness, but the
person who made things worse was her.

The lieutenant followed the forensic team some distance to the master
bedroom, which was initially reported to be the parents' bedroom and
possibly also the bedroom of their 8-year-old minor daughter. The girl's
body lay face up on the bed, not unlike that of her brother. She noticed
water stains on the sheets around the girl's waist. Her face was streaked
with tears for fear of suffering the same fate as her brother.

“He pressed the pillow against her nose just like her older brother. She had
urine all over the mattress.”

“The doors and windows of the house are all closed. There are no signs of
theft. The deceased's wallet and valuables are still there,"

Lieutenant Tul said after the doctor explained the basic condition of the
girl's body. Although she didn't want to rush into making a decision, based
on the circumstances of the incident, the cause, or even the inappropriate
way the perpetrator acted, could this really be a suicide?

“Could this be a family murder-suicide... or not?”

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②⑦

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-sᴇᴠᴇɴ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The bodies of the Kuechaiya family were lying, although the police
assumed that the investigation pointed to a suicide. The perpetrator was Mr.
Phuwadon Kuechaiya, husband, father and head of the family. After killing
his wife and his two children, he ended his own life by hanging himself.

It was a tragic event that no one wanted to happen. The small bodies of a
boy and a girl lay side by side, looking peaceful as if they had just fallen
asleep. They died at ages 11 and 8, too young. It was possible that they
understood what they were facing and did not have enough strength to fight
for survival. Worse still, fear dominated their subconscious until the end of
their lives.

The bodies of the father and mother were handed over to another forensic
doctor for a new autopsy. As for Che-rán, she would perform an autopsy on
the two children. The motivation for suicide could be due to family
financial problems. Therefore, the focus of the autopsy was solely on
examining the time of her death.

“At twelve minutes past three (12:03) the autopsy begins.”

Next to the observation room, Lieutenant Tul stood alone as other police
officers watched. another medical examiner perform an autopsy on the
father and mother's bodies. Some were ordered to investigate additional
evidence. While she went there voluntarily and stated that the two children
could have important clues that would help in the investigation. Yet another

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reason. was that she simply wanted to have a chance to talk to Che-rán even
though she was treated as if she didn't exist since she was on the scene.

“Tissue was found in the nails of the right index and middle fingers. I will
send It for a DNA test.”

“Could it be from the father? He had a scratch on his arm... Maybe it was
from the boy when he tried to defend himself,”

The lieutenant assumed through the microphone so that the people in the
other room could hear her. At first Tul thought she would be ignored and no
one would respond, but at least Bank's assistant still bothered to talk to her
while she waited for the doctor to scrape the tissue under her nails.

“Most likely, Lieutenant.”

The door to the observation room opened and Lieutenant Jew walked in
with a serious expression while holding a notebook in her hand, ready to
report all the progress she had discovered.

“From the examination I discovered that this family really had serious
financial problems. Phi… At first the father was not a Grab driver. Three
months ago he was a manager at a bank branch, but because there was a
problem of embezzling customers' money of more than two million baht, he
was sued and fired.”

“Embezzlement? He did it?”

Lieutenant Jew shook his head and let out a small sigh before explaining the
rest.

“It wasn't him who did it, but his nephew, whom he helped get a position at
the bank. That was the person who embezzled clients' money and was
caught. After he was fired...she destroyed Mr. Phuwadon and there was no
place to work anymore. Furthermore, he still had to pay all the debt in the
name of his nephew. In total, he was sued for almost three million baht,
which is a problem to this day.”

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“Where did the nephew go?”

“I couldn't contact him at all. Perhaps after taking the money he fled
abroad.”

Nobody wanted such an event to happen. Tul did not have the courage to
pressure or criticize Mr. Phuwadon's mistakes, because in the end he was a
victim of erroneous beliefs that led to betrayal. He had to bear the weight of
debts that he did not contract and, in addition, take charge of three other
lives. Not having money nowadays almost means not being able to
continue living. This may have led to the decision to end his own life and
that of his family.

“When questioning a woman from the neighborhood who was close to this
family, she said that a month before Mr. Phuwadon sold his car to pay his
debts, but it was still not enough.”

Jew continued. You could say that he himself almost never faced the
problem of not having money. He had a family that supported him since he
was born. If he wanted to do something, learn this or that he could always
do it. But that doesn't mean Jew didn't know what people who didn't have
money were like. After listening to the possible reasons that could have led
to this tragedy, Lieutenant Tul sighed and raised a hand to run it through her
hair. Her eyes focused on the soulless body of the child, who was in the
process of a craniotomy. In another room the sound of an electric machine
could be heard.

Che-rán checked the brain damage, there were black blood clots around the
area, caused by a lack of oxygen that threatened his life for a long time.

“His brain was damaged. The cause of death was because her breathing was
blocked, that is, his nose and mouth, which caused the brain to lack oxygen
and caused damage to the point of death.

"Well, it should be clear that the murder weapon was the pillows,"

Tul muttered to herself. Both pillows had been sent to the testing unit as
was protocol. According to Che-rán at the crime scene, it turned out that

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there were saliva stains from both children, as well as the father's
fingerprints scattered on the pillow. The autopsy continued until an incision
was made in the body to examine the internal organs. The stomach of an
eleven-year-old boy was removed, placed on a tray, and the rotten, crushed
surface was cut away with a sharp knife. Che-rån slowly opened it to check
the food that remained in the deceased's stomach. Only a thick, sticky liquid
was found that could not be recognized as what she had eaten.

“Of the plates on the table, what was left of food were sautéed vegetables
and tortillas. It seems like it was outside dinner,"

Lieutenant Tul reported about the findings at the crime scene. The doctor
did not immediately respond to the conversation, causing the person who
tried to talk to her to feel a little discouraged, before finally hearing a calm-
voiced response for the first time.

“The food that remained in the stomach cannot be known because it was
almost completely digested. However, I found a sticky liquid in the
duodenum or the first part of the small intestine that connects to the
stomach. If they had dinner around six in the afternoon, the estimated time
of death was between 9 or 10 at night,"

Che-rån explained as clearly as possible. She used the tip of a knife to take
a sample of the thick fluid from the stomach and placed it in a test tube for
further examination.

“Let's continue preparing your sister's body.”

“Doctor, do you want to rest first?”

“No.”

Upon hearing the confirmation from the doctor, no one dared to interrupt.
The boy's body was treated and his organs were restored to their original
state, Che-rán carefully sewed it closed. The assistant turned around to
prepare for the next autopsy. The body of a girl, smaller than her brother,
was transported while the doctor waited for new rubber gloves.

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“Will you stay and watch?”

Jew asked Tul that he got up from the chair when the girl's
autopsy was about to begin.

“Um, I want to know the details.”

Everyone knew that autopsies took a long time. Furthermore, Dr. Che-rán
was so meticulous and she paid attention to every detail that she could
examine herself much more than other forensic doctors. For this reason,
many police officers chose to go out to look for other clues instead of sitting
back and watching the autopsy until the end of each process. But she...she
understood that his superior was probably just a mistress who wanted to see
her mistress work.

The little girl's lifeless body lay in front of Che-rán, replacing her brother.
Tul stared at the young woman in the other room through the glass.
Performing an autopsy without interruptions was not easy, physically or
mentally, especially when you had to find out the cause of death of a young
child. However, Tul knew very well that at that moment she was not in a
position to say anything.

“She fought less than her brother, there was almost no trace. But it may be
that she also fought hard against the perpetrator,"

Che-rán said while checking the girl's external physical state. Che-rán found
nothing on her arms or even on her nails. She moved to a quiet area of her
face, as if she was simply asleep and didn't know anything.

“A wound was found on the inside of the lip due to a bite.”

Each eyelid carefully opened, Che- rán continued to tell the story of what
she found.

“Bleeding under the conjunctiva.”

She saw the tear marks on her pale cheeks. There were also mucus stains
around her nose. You could say that the little girl already knew what was

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going to happen to her, because the pillow pressed against her face. Che-rån
sighed silently behind her mask and closed her eyes. She sat for a moment
to avoid feeling even more shocked before completing her task.

After the autopsy was performed on the daughter, her body was taken to the
morgue along with the other family members. Che-rån came out after
wiping the germs off her hands. Her eyes saw Tul who was standing in front
of the hallway. She pretended not to see her and intended to walk past her,
but the other person seemed to have intended to wait for her from the
beginning.

“Um... What are the results of the autopsy?”

The lieutenant asked curiously, secretly looking at the woman's face. The
day before yesterday she accidentally raised her voice even though she
knew she shouldn't. But she felt so guilty that she didn't know how to start a
conversation.

“The cause of death was asphyxiation due to a pillow covering her face.
Most likely, her brother died first. However, for parents, I need to talk to Dr.
Sorawit before I can come to a conclusion.”

Tul nodded in understanding, feeling the distance of the phrase and the tone
that Che-rán used. An awkward atmosphere was starting to form between
them, but how could she blame her if it was her fault? The sound of other
people's footsteps echoed in the hallway. A forensic officer went to look for
Ran as she looked at the policewoman with a slightly confused look,
wondering what they were talking about.

“Dr. Ran, Dr. Sorawit is waiting. He asked if you wanted to discuss the
autopsy results now.”

"Yes, let's do it now,"

Che-rán responded simply before following the officer, almost leaving Tul
standing there awkwardly, until she turned around and shouted,

"Are you coming too?"

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Lieutenant Tul responded quickly and hurriedly followed her, knowing that
she was still angry but it was better than not being able to cooperate at all.
The two medical examiners were already waiting in the room when Ran
joined them. Photographs of the external wounds of the corpses were placed
on a large table to facilitate diagnosis and mutual conclusions. Lieutenant
Tul introduced herself to the senior doctors, who responded warmly upon
seeing the results of her previous work at the forensic institute.

“I hope we can work together, Lieutenant. But I guess it would be better if

you was paired with Dr. Ran, right?”

“Let's get started... Blank, you already printed the photo, right? Put it here.”

Che-rán was quick to interrupt the conversation, which could have gotten
sidetracked. She turned around and ordered her assistant to rush in and
expose the images taken during the recent autopsy. Then they began to talk
about the death of the four family members.

“Let's start with the father first. Mr. Phuwadon died by hanging. It is
believed that he broke his neck, possibly due to a fall from the second floor,
which caused a fracture of the neck cartilage and led to sudden death,”

Said Dr Sorawit who performed the autopsy on the head of the family. Che-
rán took photographs of the compression marks on the skin around the
body's neck. Someone approached her and stood behind her because they
wanted to see It too.

“What time do you estimate the time of his death?”

The head doctor took a deep breath, his lips pursed in deep thought.

“There was barely any food left in his stomach. He must not have eaten
anything for at least six hours or more. Estimating the time is difficult, but
judging by the stiffness of her body, I would say it was around 10 pm or 11
pm. Do you agree, Dr. Ran?”

"Yes,"

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Che-rån responded as she returned the photo she had in her hand to its
original place.

“As for the son and daughter, it is estimated that they died between 9 and 10
p.m., due to the nature of the food residue in the stomach.”

“Meanwhile, the mother hardly ate anything. However, it is believed that

she died around the same time as her children.”

"She was strangled with the same rope that Mr. Phuwadon used to hang
himself. Our evidence team has examined it.”

Lieutenant Tul provided the information which was again given to the
forensic medical team. Everyone saw the photo, in addition to the rope
marks on the neck of the deceased, scratch marks were also found. It
probably happened when she tried to use her hands to loosen the rope that
was strangling her neck.”

The rope had Mrs. Vanassaya's blood stains on it due to a scratch on his
neck. And after her death, her husband used the same rope to hang himself.

“But I still have doubts. Why didn't she use the same rope for her children?
Don't you think so, Dr. Ran?”

Dr. Sorawit turned to ask with concern.

“Because if you kill by pressing a pillow to your face, it requires more time
and effort than just a rope.”

“Yes, using a pillow like that on the face causes more suffering in children.”

Both doctors agreed, but it took Che-rán a long time to know the answer to
such doubts. Lieutenant Tul loomed close to her, she could understand the
grim expression she had had since the autopsy began. The death of a small
child seemed to have had a great impact on Che-ran's mental state.

“This is my own guess, I think he probably didn't dare to look at his son's
face when he took action.”

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“And when children sleep, it will be easier if they cover their faces with a
pillow.”

Tul supported this hypothesis with another point of view. There was silence
in the small conference room of the forensic institute. Even the head doctor,
who had experienced many shocking events throughout his career, took
longer than usual to articulate her words. Finally, they said: It is possible.

"So, can we determine the order of death, Lieutenant?"

“According to the autopsy results and other evidence found at the scene,
Mr. Phuwadon first strangled his wife before going upstairs with his
children. Otherwise, his wife might have interfered with his actions. And
most likely, his son was not completely asleep, which is why he tried to
fight with his father,"

Lieutenant Tul explained as she weighed the evidence and summarized the
series of events that led to the death of each victim.. When she finished
speaking, her gaze returned to Che-ran, as if she were looking for support in
her words. Che-rán accidentally turned her head and made eye contact with
the person standing nearby, just for a fraction of a second. She knew the
person wanted her help to talk. So, since it was work, she first had to let go
of her pride.

“Yes, the father took the final action against his daughter. Due to the state of
the little girl's body found at the scene, it is possible that she woke up and
wanted to go to the bathroom. And from the way she cried, maybe she saw
what her father did to her brother, before it happened…”

Che-rån took out the photo taken from the crime scene. There was a pale
yellow water stain on the bed, in the same area as the girl's body. The
evidence includes urine stains on the bed indicating that the princess had
not had time to go to the bathroom, tear marks on her cheeks and snot on
her nose, as well as the pillow used in the incident.

After summarizing the diagnosis of the cause of death and the possible
sequence of events, the entire medical team agreed to write the results of
the autopsy report in that format. Assistant Blank picked up photographs

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and various documents on the table and put them in a box. Before Banks
could gather his things and walk after Ran, another person immediately
approached him.

“Let me help you. You have to put it in your office, right?”

Before the young assistant could react, Tul had already taken the box from
his hand and then followed behind Che-rán. Banks barely knew what was
going on between the two, especially since he had heard even more rumors
about a closer than professional relationship between coworkers. Then, he
let Lieutenant Tul carry the document box and follow Ran closely.

Che-rån knew that the person following her was not Bank, she had heard
Tul talking to her assistant. She knew that the other party was trying to get
close to her. Che-rán had no intention of getting angry about the incident.
But she didn't want Tul to vent her emotions either by raising her voice or
pulling her hands. No matter who, those actions did not make her happy.
What's more, Tul let time pass for almost two full days without trying to
reconcile with her. That was what made her reluctant to soften her heart
easily.

Che-rán did not return directly to her room, first she stopped to talk to all
the officers who passed by her. It took everyone more than five minutes to
talk to her. She pretended not to see the person holding the box as she
waited behind her. Although Che-rán returned, she walked in another
direction instead of in her own room, with other people still walking behind
her, who were unwilling to wave the white flag.

“The family in the news, those two children...?”

Tul did not expect his brother's reaction to change when he told him about
the case she was handling because she wanted to ask for more information
about the plastic bag she saw at Mr Phuwadon's family home. Tul believed
that the family had gone shopping

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“Yes Phi...Their father did. There must have been financial problems that
made him make that decision.”

Tihn remembered the father of the two children who came into his store. A
middle-aged man dressed in a food delivery jacket who tried to get his
children to help save money by taking a piece of candy each. His face
looked tired as he took out his wallet and took out the money to pay. He had
financial problems, Tihn would have guessed. The bakery owner sighed, his
expression not ready to believe the truth. Just the day before the two
children had gone to buy sandwiches.

“The two children stopped here almost every day after school and bought
cakes. It's only been a few days since classes started…”

He said with a voice that sounded like he was about to cry.

“Usually their mother picks them up and yesterday I saw their father come
to pick them up. I didn't know why.”

Tul felt sorry for her older brother. She didn't expect that the two children
would become customers there and that Tihn would get to know them well
and they would become very close. Tul touched her brother's hand that was
on the table and caressed it gently, hoping to provide comfort.

"I'm sorry, Phi.”

“Um.”

Tihn nodded his head slightly, still not making eye contact with his sister.
Sadness slowly gnawed at his heart as he thought that the two children
would never return to the store.

“Don't cry Phi. I will cry too.”

"I'm not crying, let's see your friend over there,"

The older brother turned in another direction, gesturing to his younger sister
to pay attention to the person who was also in the store. Jew was looking at
the cakes while the two brothers talked, he didn't want to interrupt. Tul

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looked at her brother with concern, before deciding to let him have a
moment alone. Then she approached Jew and asked him to go out with her.

“Are you done talking?”

“Um, those two kids are regular customers here. P'Tihn often chatted with
them.”

“I'm sorry for him.”

"No one wants something like that to happen."

Tul tried to lower her voice so that her brother wouldn't hear her. She
choked on pity, feeling more compassionate than a police officer should
feel. Her brother felt a sense of loss as he realized they could no longer be
seen. Whoever they are, they will definitely feel lost, like losing an old
friend who they can never find again. Jew inhaled until his shoulders rose
and relaxed, then took a deep breath. He wanted to bring up another topic to
alleviate some of the sadness in his heart.

“Oh, yes... I've wanted to ask for a long time, does P'Tihn make a profit?
The cakes are very cheap compared to other places.”

Tul smiled slightly. She was used to this problem. She had also talked a
little with her brother about why she wouldn't try to set a higher price.

“Honestly, I eat the lava sandwiches he sells for thirty baht each. That's not
fake lava, can you Imagine Phi?”

Jew pointed to the bakery shelf full of overflowing lava, arranged on the
pastry shelf. The pieces were the size of a palm, but were sold at a very low
price. The two police officers spent more time in the bakery until P'Tihn felt
better after hearing the news of the two children's deaths. Tul waited until
she was sure that her brother was really okay, then said goodbye and left the
shop carrying the sandwiches she had bought as if to distribute them
throughout the base. But she intended to keep it for herself to eat.

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Tihn looked at the door of the store that had just closed. His broad
shoulders fell again, when his younger sister was there he forced himself
not to weaken. Then the noise of the door
rattling was heard again. The bakery owner stood up to greet a customer,
but it turned out to be his old friend who he thought would never stop by
again.

“The one who just left was your sister, right? Her face hasn't changed at
all,"

Kawin smiled, but he didn't pay much attention to him.

“And who is the person who is with her? I think I've seen it somewhere
before.”

The family murder case ended with the conclusion that the man who was
the head of the family. was the one who killed his wife and two children,
before deciding to commit suicide. The reasons were debt, the dismissal of
a stable career and not being able to continue supporting the family. Police
officers from the investigation team obtained additional information. It
turned out that the two children's school fees had not been paid, and the
school took firm measures not to inform the children about the previous
semester's grades.

The cold coffee was already tasteless and there was nothing served on the
table. Her brain seemed to stop, unable to write long sentences for a while.
It seems like there were still a lot of things to think about, both new cases
and old cases that are still unsolved. She thought about what should come
first: comforting P'Tihn or the problem with Che-rán. At that moment, while
carrying a box of documents and following Che-rån almost around the
forensic building, she ended up with the box she was holding being taken
by the doctor and placing it on the table.

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Che-rån turned to talk to the other officers, not caring if the lieutenant
would stay or go. Tul remained with her ears wide open in the same place
for a long time, before murmuring that she was leaving, but Che-rån did not
listen to her and had to leave with her shoulders slumped.. Thinking about
that made her want to cry. It seemed very fitting that she would get that
attitude from Ran. She had already rejected the invitation to have dinner
together at her house with Professor Rakkit. Tulle tried to imagine herself as
Che-rán, rejected and then being attacked with screams, rejecting every
well-intentioned offer, she would have been so angry that she would not
want to face her anymore.

Her white hand slid into her jacket pocket, intending to take out the
necklace box she wore every day. But at that moment, she discovered that
her jacket pocket was flat and empty, she had to reach in again and realized
that the pocket was actually empty. About to fall asleep while she was
writing the report, Tul immediately woke up with a start, sat up straight, and
put her hands back into her other pockets. Only change was found in her
pants pocket. She immediately took the bag from her and poured all the
contents on the table, but she didn't find.... The dark velvet box that
contained a silver necklace made especially for Che-rán..... Had
disappeared...

Tul opened almost all of the desk drawers, although she never opened them
to put anything of value in them. She had to get up and look in every corner,
also walk to the parking lot to look for it, maybe it was under the seat of her
car. She called P'Tihn in case she had accidentally dropped it in the store,
but she still couldn't find it. Tul pushed her hair back until it was messy,
tears filling her eyes. It seemed like she would have to reorder the necklace.

“Should I look for it at the Forensic Institute? I was there half a day. It
seems like I should go there.”

In less than ten minutes it would be time to finish the job. Che-rán took off
her uniform and hung it on the hook behind her desk, ready to return home.
But her mind was still busy thinking about the items Blank had left on her

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desk that afternoon. It was an important item that someone had left behind.
And yes... It was a red velvet box just big enough to fit in her hand that
Lieutenant Tul probably dropped and left in her office. Blank found it, so
she figured it couldn't be anyone else's. Blank wanted to return it but he
didn't have her contact number, so he left it with someone close to
Lieutenant Tul, specifically Ran because he thought that no matter what
happened, Lieutenant Tul would probably come back and take the important
item.

Annoyance hit the doctor. She was busy reviewing cases in the afternoon,
so she didn't have time to contact her and ask if she was missing something.
But a few minutes before finishing the job, she became arrogant and refused
to call her. Her mind kept thinking about why until now Tul hadn't realized
that she had lost something important? What kind of crazy person always
carries a piece of jewelry with her even when she goes out to investigate
cases. if she falls, who would
bring her back?

There was a knock on her door when Che-rán decided to call Tul to go get
her important things before going home, but Che-rán probably didn't need
to do that because…

“Ran, you're still there, right?”

Che-rán felt more nervous than when she had the opportunity to talk to her
that morning. Perhaps because there were no work problems that should
come first. The doctor pressed her lips tightly before ordering the person
outside her to open the door and enter. The lieutenant entered the doctor's
office, which looked familiar to her. Her dark eyes looked at Che-rán, who
was still sitting behind the work desk, and she saw the velvet box there, in
front of the young woman who had originally intended to return it.

She felt relieved, as if a mountain had been lifted from her chest. But
Lieutenant Tul acted erratically, not knowing whether she should thank her
and then accept it before leaving or she should just tell her directly that, in
fact, her necklace was hers,

“You came looking for this, right? I'm about to leave.”

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Che-rån stood up and put the strap of her bag over her shoulder. She tried to
direct her gaze in a direction other than Tul, but the room wasn't wide
enough to pass through. The person who was trying to make peace was
blocking her way.

“We can talk?”

Tul herself didn't want to leave it like that. Fortunately, the doctor agreed to
stop and wait to listen, without moving away from her. But even so, Che-
rán's attitude did not seem to be kind at all. Tul looked down like a child
full of regret. She stepped forward to grab the velvet box on the table and
held it up. The words she had painstakingly prepared long ago stuck to her
lips. She did not dare to say a word when she stood in front of Che-rán, This
situation did not allow sweet words because she had acted badly and had
made her angry.

This was more difficult than chasing the guards in the interrogation room.

“What?”

Che-rán was the first to speak. She looked around her with her arms crossed
for a long moment but she didn't seem to get a response. She could guess
what Tul was going to say. There was a part of her that wanted to sulk a
little more, but when she saw Tul's depressed expression, she couldn't stand
being mean any longer.

"I'm sorry for being mean to you,"

Tul finally spoke after remaining silent for a long time but still looking at
the ground, not daring to make eye contact with the person in front of her.

“I didn't dare come see you because I still... had to think about it more.”

“Are you OK?”

The lieutenant nodded in response, pursing her lips tightly before speaking
softly.

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“Not one hundred percent, but since I don't have you, I don't know how to
be better.”

It was hard to avoid looking at her after Lieutenant Tul said those words.
She refused to look at her until she realized that the phrase had meaning,
Che-rån raised her hand and used her fingertips to move the hair that fell on
her cheek to the ear of her interlocutor. She almost forgot to breathe as she
saw the incredible sight of her in front of her.

"Is this all you wanted to say?"

"There's more..."

Both hands seemed a little nervous as they picked up the velvet box.

“It was a special gift that was accidentally lost, almost causing confusion in
the search.”

Che-rán tried to hide her smile from her, fortunately she had refrained from
opening it and revealing its contents. A part of her was curious to the point
of desperation, but she tried to hold it back, knowing it wasn't her.

“I wanted to give it to you since yesterday. Would you like to open it?”

Tulle gave it to her and she accepted it. Her small hand slowly opened the
mysterious box that was with her all day. The lieutenant secretly looked at
the sweet smile on her lover's face upon seeing the silver necklace.
Throughout her life, she had only understood the meaning of the words-to
give something and expect nothing in return. It was a little cheesy, but Che-
rán's smile really made her feel that way.

“When did you buy it?”

Che-rán looked at her with a smile that few people could see, Tul herself
smiled just as widely. She did not regret it at all because she carefully chose
it with her own hands and the silver leaf pendant turned out to be beautiful
as expected.

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“It's been a while. Well... I asked them to make the pendant, so it took me a
few days.”

“P'Tul, please help me put it on.”

The sulking person seemed to have forgotten her anger. Che- rån slightly
lifted her shoulder-length hair, took out a shiny silver necklace from the
box, and then put it around her white neck. Tul approached to reduce the
distance between the two before bringing her hand to the little girl's body
and placing the hook.

“I bought the necklace because I had doubts, can a doctor wear a ring or
bracelet when entering the operating room? When I discovered that those
two elements had to be removed, I decided to buy you the necklace...,”

Said Tul the reason as she walked away when she finished putting the collar
on her. She still didn't dare look directly into her eyes.

‘So... Why a leaf?”

“The meaning of your name…”

Tul answered a little hesitantly, avoiding Ran's gaze.

“The tree of joy, right? That's why I chose the leaves.”

Che-rån looked at Tul, who had a sensitive side when she decided to buy
her a gift. She reached out and gently pinched the lieutenant's cheeks,
feeling irritated by her sweet apology.

“Do you like it?”

“I like it.”

Che-rán's eyes shine as does her charming smile. Tul held the small hand
that was still on her cheek, leaned her face, seemed to lightly kiss her palm
in exchange for the words:

"I miss you."

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She blamed herself for letting time pass and not accepting it quickly. With
each gentle touch of her hand, the young girl's heart trembled. Her feelings
were not just about releasing anger, but rather wanting the other to know
how adorable she was. Her hand moved from her cheek to caress the edge
of her lips, looking at each other before giving each other a sweet kiss as a
gift.

At first Tul barely reacted in time, but since it was a familiar touch to her,
she responded with thoughts of longing and searching. Her arms surrounded
the person's slender waist, bringing her closer until she could smell her
intoxicating aroma, feel her warm breath gently caressing her skin. Those
soft lips pressed together many times. Luckily it was after work, no one
bothered them at their pace, as if they had given them the time
wholeheartedly.

When their relationship improved and was ready to be revealed to those

closest to them, Tul took the opportunity to frequently visit the forensic
institute's canteen during lunch hours. Sometimes there were other people
who continued to follow her, specifically Jew, who wanted to eat or
investigate. Wherever Tul went, he was willing to accompany her, as long
as there was the beautiful Maethinee he was also eating.

Because she was only acting as a matchmaker to build their relationship.

Tul herself only knew at that moment that Jew's relationship progress had
not moved anywhere. Maethinee, the jewel of the Forensic Institute, no
matter how much she denied it, people could see her feelings for Jew.

As for Jew himself, it had been clear since he admitted that he liked her but
couldn't bring himself to develop the relationship beyond talking because he
didn't have trust. And she often got upset when asked why she didn't want
to explain, so her answer was....

“There are many people who come to make fun of me…”

Tul has just discovered that a police lieutenant, daughter of a politician,

whose height was one hundred and seventy, would be reduced to a few
cents when he feared that the woman he liked did not feel the same. When
they returned to the base at night and had almost reached the building, Jew

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realized he had left his cell phone in the car, so he had to run back to get it
and tell his superior to go in first. Tul planned to wait for him, so she picked
up iced coffee from the drink machine, not forgetting to buy another glass
for Jew.

"Give me a glass of Americano, too."

A loud voice came from behind her and she saw Captain Dan walking
towards her. If she had known beforehand that the man was here, she would
have gone out to keep her distance.

“I will pay for mine.”

“Have you paid the lieutenant? let me pay.”

"I've already paid,"

Tul said quietly, as she put the coffee in the cup. But she also had to wait for
Jew so she was forced to stand and wait in the same place even though she
didn't want to waste time talking to this police captain.

“I hardly see you in the canteen lately. Do you prefer to go out to eat? Or
are you bored of the food here?”

Captain Dan tried to start a conversation even though he knew that the other
party had become an enemy due to the many conflicts and disputes that had
occurred. It seemed that the latter was the day she was about to interrogate
Police Captain Krittidet according to the commander's orders, but
Lieutenant Tul disobeyed and was summoned for a disciplinary
examination and was also suspended from government service for almost a
week.

Although he had always warned and reminded Lieutenant Tul, due to his
desire to win, she did not follow his orders..

“I'm going out to eat.”

"Are you eating alone with Lieutenant Jew?"

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The question was strange and the tone sounded more like holding back
laughter. This made Tul look at him out of the corner of her eye,

"Seeing how close you two are, you probably know that Lieutenant Jew
likes women."

Tul never had high hopes for this man, but she didn't expect this person to
have such low thoughts about everything. She prayed that the coffee would
be finished so she could get out of there.

“Well, I'm not being homophobic. Now that the world is opening up, I
understand, but you two can't possibly like each other, right?”

Finally another cup of iced coffee came out, Lieutenant Tul reached in and
took it. Her eyes widened at the person who was still babbling.

“We don't like each other. I've known Jew since we were in school, so we're
close.”

Tul saw Jew who had just returned to the building, but didn't want to leave
any misunderstanding for Captain Dan to interpret beyond that. Her sharp
eyes saw a tall and robust young man with a handsome face. He would
definitely be the target of women's affections if they didn't already know his
true attitude.

“And I already have a girlfriend, she is also a woman. Thank you Captain,
for wanting to ask.”

**Wait! What?! is Lieutanant Jew a woman?? I’m confused.. hahaha.. As

far as I remember, at the beginning of the novel it says Jew is a he, right?.....
Well… anyways let’s continue reading.. ***

The investigation of the murder that occurred 18 years ago is still carried
out in secret and only two people are involved in the investigation process:
Lieutenant Tul and Lieutenant Jew. They were trying to find witnesses
involved in the incident. A family member, a friend, someone close to the

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seven victims, but some family members completely refused to cooperate

for no reason. They didn't want to have old memories and talk about the
murderer who just committed suicide. But they had to find another truth

Then-Lieutenant Jew managed to contact a man who claimed to be the

younger brother of the sixth victim and was willing to provide evidence,
stating that his older sister, who was only 19 years old, had to become a sex
worker to support her three younger brothers and knew Mr. Wisut as his
brother. Lieutenant Jew hurried to arrange an appointment and a place to
ask more questions before rushing to tell her superiors to get ready.

The victim's younger brother currently did not have a permanent profession.
He served three years in prison for drug trafficking and sale. After his
release, his only high school education and a troubled past made it difficult
for him to find work. He lately works as a self-employed motorcycle taxi
driver, especially late at night. It is known that at night there are usually
many clients and even late at night people continue to use his services.

When the appointed day arrived, Lieutenant Jew was the first to arrive at
the meeting place, near the residence of the person who wanted to testify. At
night, this place was very dark as there was no lighting so she couldn't help
but criticize the authorities for leaving this place in the dark. Who would
dare to go through this path? Lieutenant Jew parked his car near a small
indoor soccer field, following the advice of those
willing to provide evidence.

Jew sent his location to his superior, who would take less than five minutes
to reach the location. The police opened the door and got out of the car.
Rubbish and cigarette butts could be seen scattered on the floor of the old,
dilapidated shophouses. Most of them are closed and uninhabited. The
sound of thunder echoed in the night sky, causing the tall figure to raise his
head and look up. There was no sign of rain today, but suddenly the time
came. In that case, he needed to find a new meeting place where they could
shelter from the rain while talking, that would be better.

Suddenly there was a sound of something falling to the ground, making the
lieutenant jump in surprise. He turned his head and saw round yellow eyes

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shining brightly at the brick wall where two trash cans were lined up. A
tricolor bobcat wagged its tail as if it hadn't accidentally dropped anything.

"You scared me, my God,"

Jew murmured under his breath, chuckling to himself. At least for now,
before Tul arrived, he had a furry friend to keep him company. Jew called
softly to the cat, beckoning it to come closer. It is said that wild cats are
usually tame when they are hungry. Thinking that Jew might have
something to eat, the tricolor furry creature jumped off the brick wall,
running and wagging its tail, until it approached Jew who quickly grabbed
his cell phone to take a photo.

The flash light that you forgot to turn off turned on automatically in the
dark. The image of a small tricolor cat looking at the camera looked perfect.
This satisfied the photographer who quickly sent the photo of her to the
only woman in her heart hoping she would enjoy this cat photo.
However, before Lieutenant Jew could get up, a heavy object was suddenly
thrown at him, hitting him hard on the back of the head. Jew immediately
fell to the ground, causing the tricolor cat to hiss before fleeing and
disappearing into the darkness.

Red blood slowly seeped from the wound, surrounding his head, as the
heavy rain fell, hitting him drop by drop…

***OMG!!! Pls. Author don’t let him die… I still wanted him to end up
with Dr. Mae. ****

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②⑧

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ᴇɪɢʜᴛ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Both sides of the narrow street were lined with old abandoned businesses
that had been closed. Only the car's headlights illuminated the road. The
windshield wipers moved back and forth when the weather suddenly
changes without warning. The rusty iron bars in front seem to indicate that
it is an indoor soccer field, based on the location Jew sent earlier. However,
it didn't seem like he was waiting. Tul was about to park her car at the end,
but when the headlights illuminated the football field where no one should
be, she saw someone lying motionless on the ground near the brick wall.

In shock, Tul hurriedly jumped out of her car without considering her
safety. If it were a trap at least she could defend herself. The rain fell harder
as she ran towards the unconscious body lying on the ground. Lieutenant
Jew was lying on her back, unconscious, her body was wet, her face was
pale, she had a slight bruise on her cheekbone and the blood around it had
run down her neck to the ground, mixing with the rainwater that fell from
the darling.

“Jew! Jew!”

Tul repeatedly shouted her partner's name, while lightly hitting her
shoulder. But the tall body still did not respond. Tul checked the throat area
for a pulse and let out a sigh as she realized that Jew was still alive. The
lieutenant quickly grabbed her cell phone and immediately called an
ambulance, constantly checking the Jew's pulse in case the situation
worsened. While she was waiting for help, Tul did not encounter any other
unusual events except seeing Jew's cell phone lying not far away. Nothing

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resembling a weapon was used to harm him, and no one appeared to attack
again.

Shortly after, a loud ambulance siren sounded from afar. The blue and red
lights shined in the pouring rain. The medical team went to help the injured
man and found a serious wound in the back of his head that caused Jew to
immediately lose consciousness. The blow had been so dangerous that it
could cause disability. But then, as the medical rescue team was about to
transfer Jew to a stretcher, what Tul had suspected finally became visible.
She previously didn't dare turn Jew's body over to see for herself for fear
that he would be more serious.

Lieutenant Jew's hands were tied behind her back with a rough white rope.
If anyone was to be held responsible, it was the person who invited her to
join the investigation of the case eighteen years ago. Tul was sitting waiting
in front of the emergency room, her face buried in her hands. Her body,
which was previously soaked by the rain, began to dry out. She couldn't
stop thinking about Jew's injuries, wondering how it happened, who did it,
and the traces she left behind. Ella Tul couldn't understand the criminal's
motive for tying Jew's hands like that and leaving her lying there... did he
do it on purpose so Tul could see?

Tul saw Che-rán walking towards her with her close friend from the
Institute of Forensic Medicine... The woman Jew liked. She noticed that
Mae's eyes were red as if she had just cried after hearing the news.

“What did the doctor say?”

“They did an X-ray and there are no blood clots in the brain. Now the
doctor has stitched up the wound, I'm waiting for Jew to wake up.”

Tul answered Mae's question, not daring to make direct eye contact with the
other party. Che-rån used both hands to gently caress her friend's upper
arms while whispering softly that he was okay. It was true, as the saying
went, even if an injured person's condition is not as bad as she thinks, if he
has not recovered, you will not be able to get relief.

“Can I enter or am I not allowed?”

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Mae asked quietly, making the person who had been waiting, in front of the
emergency room for a long time nod in response.

"Only two people can enter, but I can't because I'm not in good condition,"

Tul said, pointing to her clothes, which were still wet and also had some
blood stains. She could only remain silent in front of the emergency room,
grateful that the nurse didn't tell her to leave. Che-rán asks her friend if she
wanted her to accompany her inside, but Mae refused and said it was fine.
She then walked through the frosted glass door to check on Lieutenant Jew.

“Do you want to go home first?”

When they were alone, Che-rán turned to the person whose body was wet.

“Jew's parents are coming, I want to wait for them.”

Che-rån did not argue, she approached, sat in the chair next to the lieutenant
and took out a tissue that she had in her bag to help remove the dirt stains
on her arms and face. Tul gave in to Ran without complaint. In her head she
kept thinking about Jew's attack and who had done it. Of course, this
possibility could be seen in several ways, but Tul ruled out the possibility
that Jew had been attacked by robbers, because her valuables, including her
cell phone and wallet, were still intact.

If it turned out that the person who attacked was someone who didn't want
to allow the 18- year-old case to be unearthed and reinvestigated, that meant
someone knew what the two of them were doing. And she was responsible
for making Jew... Have to risk dangers and injuries like this.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

Che-ran asked with concern. Because whenever she Tul felt uncomfortable,
she used to show it through her facial expressions. Her dark eyes always
looked at the hand the doctor was holding. Many times Tul opened her
mouth to speak but she hesitated and had to exhale.

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"Me... and Jew... we were investigating the case together from eighteen
years ago."

Tul finally explained to Che-ran. The lieutenant bit her lip and looked away,
avoiding eye contact with the person next to her.

“Tonight we had a date with the younger brother of the sixth victim. He
agreed to give a statement, so we scheduled a meeting at 9:30 p.m. Jew
arrived first and was attacked…”

“You didn't arrive in time to see what happened?”

Tul hesitated to answer that question. It wasn't because she got there in time
that the criminal had to flee before acting, but because the culprit left Jew's
unconscious body for her to find for a reason Tul didn't know.

“When I arrived, Jew was lying unconscious, there was no one around him,
but he was attacked in no more than five minutes because before that he had
just sent me his location.”

“Mae also said she just chatted with Jew. She sent him a photo of a cat, but
after that she didn't respond until Mae heard the news that he had been
attacked,"

Che-rán said about what her friend told her. Could someone have hurt Lt.
Jew after he sent herself the cat photo, five minutes after Tul arrived on the
scene?

“I think the culprit abandoned the Jew purpose.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Jew was hit from behind, in the back of the head, which could have left her
unconscious.”

Tul felt the back of her head with her hand. The area that the emergency
nurse had previously reported on.

“But when I saw him, he was lying on his back.”

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“If they hit him on the back of the head until he passed out, he should have
been lying facendown…”

Che-rán said that was exactly what it was supposed to be, but according to
Tul's testimony, it was completely contradictory. If it was so bad that
Lieutenant Jew fainted immediately, there was no way he could turn around
unless the criminal did so for some purpose.

“There is something else that worries me... Jew had his hands tied behind
his back with a rope.”

Tul emphasized with a heavy tone, a meaning that Che-rán understood

immediately. The criminal's modus operandi was the same as that of the
perpetrator of the murder case that they were secretly investigating together.
He tied the victim's hands with a rope, so that it would not be easy for him
to struggle during the heinous murder. If Jew received the same treatment...
The two lieutenants would probably take it as a potential message about the
case.

“But the villain left Lieutenant Jew without doing anything.”

Tul nodded. It's just that she still didn't understand the actions of the
criminals. She didn't understand what the villain was doing. Did he want to
threaten her? Or just teach her a lesson?

“When I arrived, I didn't see anyone except Jew who was lying there... The
field was very wide, if I was still in that area and running, I would definitely
see him.”

Tul raised her hand to press her eyebrows when she felt a stinging pain. She
tried to imagine when she arrived on the soccer field. Che-ran reached out
and helped her massage her forehead. Tul lowered her hand and let the
doctor run the tips of her fingers over the spots that made her feel better.
She couldn't help but think about what she was facing and she was still
missing something. She could not be sure if Mr. Wisut who died was
innocent. Jew was attacked when she was preparing to interview a witness.
These things were even more debilitating, she still found it difficult to find a
way out of this problem.

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“P'Tul is not alone, I will help you…”

“But…”

“I had intended to reconsider this case from the beginning. I have spoken to
my father many times. He wants to read the autopsy report himself...
Although we are still sad for my mother, we have to do it if we want to
know the truth.”

The two looked at each other for the first time since they sat down and
talked. Che-rán's eyes seemed firm as she made her see what she wanted.
Tul nodded in response, letting the other person smooth the strands of hair
from her forehead, like a stray cat whose owner had come to pet and soothe
her head.

“I understand... But if you can't handle it, please tell me any time.”

“Aren't you the one who always maintains silence?”

The reprimand made Lieutenant Tul smile. She rested her cheek on the little
girl's palm as she liked to do. The heavy feeling in her heart eased a little.
The only hope in the midst of this worst situation was to wait for Jew to
regain consciousness and tell everyone that he was fine in his joking voice.

The warmth of the touch of her hand was the first thing the injured person
felt. His heavy eyelids slowly opened and looked into the light of the room.
He wanted to turn around and see where he was, but he couldn't because his
neck seemed to be in a cast. The pain spread until his eyebrows drew
together in front of the owner of the warm hand that held his. She
immediately called the nurse when she saw that the person being cared for
moved.

“Jew... Can you hear me?... Nurse, the patient is awake!”

After that, a team of doctors and nurses rushed around the patient's bed to
perform a preliminary physical examination, measuring blood pressure,

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vital signs, and checking various

body movements until there was no room for the wound to move and to be
able to ask him about what had happened.

“Overall, there is nothing to worry about with your current condition, but
we may need to monitor your symptoms further. I will arrange for you to be
transferred from the emergency room to a normal room to rest,"

The middle-aged doctor said to the patient's relatives sitting by the bed.
Mae nodded in acceptance and thanked the doctor before he and the nurses
allowed them to be alone together again. Jew seemed too weak to move,
perhaps due to the effects of the medicine and the pain that only allowed
him to smile slightly, it was enough to reassure the beautiful woman who
had not yet let go of her hand.

“If you call me and I can't turn around, don't worry, it's because I'm in a
cast, not because I'm arrogant.”

Mae laughed softly at the joke, which was still funny. She played hard
while she was still in pain. Tears filled her eyes until she had to raise her
hand to wipe them away.

"When they hit me, I thought I was going to die,"

Jew said quietly, still remembering the feeling of the blow to the back of his
head. The blow was so strong that he fell on his face, his eyes blurred and
he could barely see anything. His arms and legs were completely numb,
unable to move as he wished. The split second before he lost consciousness,
he thought that he would definitely die. Even when he woke up, he still
thought he was dreaming. But the warmth of someone's hand holding him
let Jew know that this was reality.

"The fact that I was about to die made me think..."

Jew murmured softly, allowing himself to relax and regain his happiness
from now on.

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“At that moment, I only thought of one thing. I didn't even ask you to be my
girlfriend. How could I die first?”

"Stop talking nonsense."

Mae gently pinched his arm, making Jew smile widely. Although he was
still very weak and couldn't move his neck, he could only give him a sweet
look that made her feel embarrassed.

“Will you go out with me?... I've been chasing you for so long, how is it
possible that you don't want to go out with me…”

The last sentence the high lieutenant spoke was to correct his
embarrassment. It's not that he relied on the sympathy points he obtained to
benefit himself. It was more that when not be different from when he woke
up and found Mae next to him, he thought that her feelings might.,.

"Did you just realize that?"

Mae pinched his arm again, making the injured man wince in pain.

“So do you want to be my glidfriend?”

The lieutenant asked again when he still didn't hear a clear answer, hoping
that Mae wouldn't be cruel by turning away someone who had just been
seriously injured.

“Okay, yes.”

“How can you make me want to hug you? I can't do that now... When will I
be able to take off this cast?”

He continued talking, playing non-stop, causing a soft laugh from the

beautiful woman who was next to her. Mae lowered her head and hugged
him gently, whispering a request to stay like that for now, until the injured
person still smiling widely like someone who had passed out of
consciousness. Finally, when the nurse came to announce that the patient
needed to be moved to the recovery room, and at the exact moment Jew's
family arrived at the hospital, the two reluctantly let go.

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His injury might not have been anything to worry about, but the support he
received was so complete that his mom and dad wondered why he was in
such a good mood.

The next morning, Tul returned to the small soccer field under the toll road
where Jew was attacked the night before. She continued thinking, because
she immediately helped Jew who was unconscious. Compared to the photo
of the three-colored cat that Tul asked Mae, the cement floor where the cat
was standing was the one where Tul was standing now. Jew was playing
with the cat and he was sneak attacked, which seemed to make sense.
However, due to the state of the cement floor, it was difficult to see the
criminal's feetprints.

Even if it happened on dirt or sand, it would probably be full of footprints

from rescuers coming and going. Tul tried to walk away from the scene,
along a brick wall, until she reached a small alley, a road that led to a
residential area that the perpetrator could have used as an escape route. If
each household were systematically asked if they saw anything suspicious
the night before, based on the accounts of other police officers who had
been there, the general opinion was that violent incidents occurred
frequently in this neighborhood. Often without theft, but could involve drug
trafficking or other illegal activities. Many residents chose not to get
involved because they thought it was none of their business. It would be
difficult to catch the suspert if he did not cooperate.

But that wasn't the only reason that brought her back there. After examining
the crime scene but not being able to find any important clues, the young
lieutenant decided to walk towards the alley that would lead to the
settlement under the toll road to look for the person they wanted to meet the
night before. Ms. Nongkran's younger brother, the sixth victim in the case
18 years ago. After last night's incident, the police in this area questioned
Mr. Witoon because he the one who arranged a meeting there with the
policeman who was attacked. However, at that moment he was driving his
motorcycle towards some passengers who were several kilometers away.

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The passenger had confirmed that his testimony was strong enough to allow
him to be released as a
suspect.

Tul walked through the narrow corridors of the slums under the toll road,
trying to find a house according to the written address. She stopped briefly
to ask directions at a small grocery store, before realizing that just one aisle
ahead would be her destination.

Mr. Witoon left the door open as if to recieve guests at any time. Tul took
the opportunity to take a look inside. Inside the house, there was a shirtless
man lying under a fan while he played with his cell phone. Suddenly,
without warning, a boy of about ten years old ran out of the house to meet a
strange woman he had never seen before in the neighborhood.

“Who are you looking for?”

The boy asked briefly. But before Tul had time to respond, he turned to
speak to the man lying in the house:

“Uncle, someone I don't know who has come to the house.”

The man seemed a little upset that someone he didn't know was bothering
him while he was resting. But still he rose and sat down, squinting at a
woman whose face he had never seen before, and thinking that perhaps she
was a former creditor. Tul took her police badge and held it up to show her
ID.

“Police, are you Mr. Witoon? I just want to ask....”

“What police? I just got back from the police station. I told them I didn't
know anything.”

Mr. Witoon raised his hand to shake his head with an annoyed expression.
Nothing seemed to go wrong, until he had to talk to the police again.

“Yes I know. But I want to ask something else. Lieutenant Jew.... The
policeman who was attacked, he was the one who contacted you.”

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With those words, the homeowner was silent for a moment, thinking and
considering for a long time before saying a few short words. He stood up
shaking his head, walking over to take clothes out of the old wooden closet
and put them on. He signaled to the guest to enter the house.

“Um, can you go? I'll talk business with her.”

The boy let out a small sound of disgust, before thinking of something
better and extending his hand in front of the older man.

"I gave you this morning, you bastard,”

Even though he said harsh words to the boy, in the end the boy ran out of
the house with twenty baht as payment. Mr. Witoon shook his head in
annoyance and turned his attention to the guest standing by the door.

“Go ahead, police.”

Tul hesitated for a moment, then took off her shoes and entered the small
house that was filled with equipment in a room. The homeowner closed the
door behind him, pressing the fan head to turn toward the guest. The empty
space in the middle of the house was where the two person facing cach
other.

“Your son?”

Tul asked about the child before.

“No, my nephew, his mother is in prison for opening an account for money
laundering. As for his father, he left her when the child was born. As for his
mother's new husband, I don't know where he went. So, I'm taking care of
him.”

The man gave a long answer about the story of the child he was taking care
of Tul nodded in understanding. Although it may seen complicated, in
reality not everyone in this country had a perfect life. Not all families were
prepared to care for children, considering social conditions that left some
groups without a choice. She couldn't judge someone for what he shouldn't

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do. Because living every day, making a living, especially combined with the
responsibility of caring for a child, is very difficult in a country that does
not provide much support to young children,

“How is the police officer who was attacked?”

“He has regained consciousness and is currently being treated,”

“Okay, okay. There are a lot of addicts around here, they rob people to get
something So you have to be careful."

The owner of the house pointed around her, assuming that the community
he lived in was full of crime and that the police were not taking care of
everything. Until now, residents in these areas have had to find ways to take
care of themselves instead of relying on help that never came.

“We are currently looking for the perpetrator, but other police officers have
tried asking people around here....”

“How could they confess? The person who escaped, perhaps entered his
own house. But it doesn't seem like anything is missing, right?”

"Yes, nothing is missing."

Tul shook her head. She didn't know how far the incident with Jew had
gone. When she found him he was tied with rope before the rescue team
untied him on the way to the hospital. That was all she knew. If it reached
the ears of joumallsts, they would probably interpret it a hundred different
ways. But if they knew that they were secretly investigating something... It
would be a big problem. It was scar that the police wanted to keep it a
secret, but Tul had no reason to tell the man in front of him.

“Come on, I thought they were going to arrest me earlier. Luckily there was
a passenger who helped confirm my whereabouts. Huh... Why would I
attack him when I really wanted to tell him something? Dresses? I even let
them arrest me.”

He said after having let Tul in so they would stop being suspicious.

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“And about the things you wanted to tell us, at that time, did you ever tell
the police?”

“I said it, but I was still young, I was only fourteen when 'Am died. So the
police didn't listen to me.”

The victim's brother simply laughed at the memory of the past. Losing his
older sister at that time was like losing the family's main strength. He had to
earn money even though he was still young, but the lives of his other three
brothers were more important.

“You said you had seen Mr. Wisut. That's right?”

“That's how it is. One night, P'Am came home late and called someone to
come pick her up, so I went and saw her get out of the taxi... Mr. Wisut, the
guy who just hanged himself, right? He was driving that taxi I..”

Witoon narrated the incident as if he was thoroughly checking it to inform

the police that he came to see her. He considered himself lucky to still have
the opportunity to lell the story

“And what happened next?”

“Well, I arrived just in time to see them... uh... my sister let him take her in
the car. The police probably already knew because Mr. Wisut already
admitted it, right? My sister gave the taxi a ticket in exchange, but that's
all... I waited until she got out of the car. Did you know that Mr. Wisut was
stupid because he didn't know that his money had been stolen?”

Tul frowned at the last sentence that he had never heard before.

“Stealing money?”

“Yeah. The meter only cost two hundred baht, P'Am definitely had the
money to pay for it. But she did that so she could secretly take money from
the cabin of the car, she stole almost three thousand or more at that time.
Mr. Wisut probably didn't know, she just walked away without giving it
much thought, but I didn't think he would kill P'Am for that.”

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His voice sounded mixed when he talked about his sister being murdered..

“Does that mean your sister agreed to do this with Mr. Wisut because she
wanted to trick him into taking his money?”

The man in his thirties shook his shoulders slightly, his eyes seemed sad as
he remembered the past.

“He pretended I was talking bad about him. Yes, P'Am not only made
money by selling herself, but also stole money from sleeping customers.
She would sometimes get a few thousand and take them home for us to
use.”

The events that Tul beard were barely recorded in the case documents. As
she read each of the victim's documents, it seemed like the police in charge
of them overlooked the little things. Mr. Witoon breathed lightly before
continuing.”

“But one day, she came home with things, like expensive watches and shoes
for me to wear. If something didn't fit me, I could sell it. The police
wouldn't come to arrest me for that, right?”

“Shoes? Do you remember what shoes they were?”

Tul's attitude made the man think strangely. A slightly absurd question
assaulted his mind. He scratched his head lightly as he tried to remember.

“At that time shoes were expensive, Scholls, Converse, Onitsuka…”

The behavior of stealing money and valuables from clients who used the
sexual services of Miss Nongkran Thepwathi, one of the serial murder
victims, was seen as another piece of the puzzle. The important thing was
that Lieutenant Tul could gather the information. But it was a pity that Mr.
Witoon had not kept the expensive shoes from eighteen years ago. But at
least he could tell the story. The perpetrator could be someone who used his
services and whose property was stolen by the victim.

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After returning from the settlement via the toll road, Tul immediately
headed to the recovery room. Her brain was full of new clues that she
wanted to toll Jew. While it could be difficult to track and discover who had
purchased services and what goods were subsequently stolen, it was better
than having no information at all, Shortly after, Tul arrived at a private
hospital. Because as soon as Mr. Atip Sarasin came to know that his
beloved son was injured while conducting research abroad, he shifted Jew
to get the best treatment at his trusted hospital. Although Jew did not show
how much money his father had, and even liked to keep his money when
they went out to eat together, Tul understood Jew's family situation. How
could the daughter of an opposition politician act normally?

As soon as the glass elevator arrived at the VIP floor, the legs that came out
were a little tight. Tul asked the nurse at the counter before walking towards
the nurse showing her her hand. There were not many patient rooms on the
entire floor, Tul walked to the front of the room that had the name 'Ansaya
Sarasin' written on it. Her hand went up and knocked on the door for
etiquette, then slowly moved the door to the side.

The room looked like a five-star hotel suite with a separate living room at
the front, clearly visible from the patient's bed. It was just that there were no
walls separating it. The large windows had curtains that opened so that it
was possible to see the view of the city from the tall building and still open
the sliding doors to let in the breeze from the balcony. Tut had just
discovered that hospital patient rooms could be this luxurious

When Tul entered, the sound of sports news from the TV on the wall
gradually decreased. A middle-aged man, whose face was familiar it one
followed political news, was sitting on a couch not far from the patient's
bed. He took off his jacket and left it on the armrest of the couch, but he
still looked elegant in a white shirt and a dark blue pattemed tic. His face,
which showed signs of aging, looked at Tul through rectangular glasses that
he usually used to read books and Important documents.

“Oh, you arrived just in time. I have to go home for a while.”

Said the Jew's father, smiling slightly at the person he considered his own
daughter. He raised his hand to greet Tul and nodded to return the greeting.

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“Have you eaten?”

“I have eaten already,”

“Why didn't you tell me you were coming? He wanted to give up a Coke,
but he really wanted to drink it.”

A familiar voice rang from the bed. The patient was still lying in bed and he
couldn't move her neck because he was still in a cast, for two weeks at
most. But his son's honest words made his father sigh.

“Didn't the doctor forbid you to do it?”

“The doctor didn't say that. He thought of it himself.”

Tul laughed softly at the small argument between father and son. It was
clear that these types of incidents occurred frequently, even at the level of
high-level politicians, he could not remain angry with his son. Especially
regarding the job Jew had told him about, his owl father was not very happy
that he had put himself in danger. It was possible that the events of the
previous night had not made Mr. Atip happy.

“Since Tul is here, there is something I want to talk to you about.”

“Father, I told you that was the one who didn't take care of myself. As for
Investigating this case, we both agreed to investigale together.”

“I won't say anything about that. I just want to talk.”

Mr. Atip lowered his voice, conveying seriousness to his son. Tui turned
around and nodded slightly to let the sick man know that she was fine,
before sitting down on another couch in front of the older man.

“I have never opposed, I have never prohibited you from anything, but I
have the right to know what happened as the father that I am, right? What
were you doing to get hurt like that?”

Tul felt the same way when she watched political debates, when Pak Atip
did not trust the government and was sometimes critical. The opposition

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leader was so good and solid in debate that he could intimidate his
audience. However, Tul couldn't help but think that Atip was now open to
listening and considering the reasons why he chose to exercise the rights of
a concerned father instead of scolding his two daughters.

"We're investigating a case, dad,”

Tul admitted truthfully, because as the oldest in front of her said, he had the
right to know when a family member was hurt.

“Is the perpetrator someone involved in the case you are investigating?”

Mr. Atip asked in a serious tone. She had not yet been able to catch the
perpetrator who attacked his son, It was not a robbery and Jew himself held
no personal grudge against anyone, in fact, there was no evidence left at the
crime scene, especially CCTV cameras that were not installed in the area,
making it difficult to find the perpetrator,

“Dad, do you remember the serial murder where the victims were women
who sold services? The criminal only committed the crime when it was
raining at night, a case from eighteen years ago.”

Tul was careful with her words, she observed the expression of the man in
front of her who frowned thoughtfully,

“The perpetrator has been caught in that case, right? The one who just
hanged himself? You found it yourselves.”

“Yes, the case was closed, but not long ago someone Imitated the murder
method of the case 18 years ago, which made us arrest Mr. Wisut. This
made us see the gaps in the investigation of the case at that time. A lot of
the evidence was very weak and we couldn't see it. I want to investigate this
case.”

The senior politician reflected on what he heard. It wasn't that he didn't

agree with what they were going to do, because they just wanted to know
the truth. But if he tried to see it only from the starting point, he thought it
was impossible for two policemen to change the situation and fix it. The

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case had been closed and, furthermore, there was almost no evidence left to
investigate

“In the case at that time, who was responsible? Have you tried to consult
with the police involved in the case?”

The adult's suggestion made Tul turn her gaze to Jew who was listening to
the conversation on the patient's bed. In fact, It was the smartest thing to do
if she wanted to revive this case, but the police officer responsible was none
other than the man she hated.

“That policeman is my father. Tech Techakomol.”

“Commander of the Central Detective Police, who will run for election?”

Tul nodded. She wasn't something to be proud of, her father wasn't an
amazing father like most people. Who would make an example of him or
listen to her speeches? Who knew there were fathers like him? This only
made Tul feel embarrassed. Fortunately, Jew's father was not so narrow-
minded as to hate the daughter of a politician opposed to him. But he
actually encouraged her, more than anything.

An hour passed, before Mr. Atip left, Tul followed the elder she respected to
the front door, feeling like a daughter saying goodbye to her departing
father. A heavy hand gently patted the lieutenant's shoulder.

“I am worried about this case. Even if you expose the matter, the
government is unlikely to allow electoral candidates tarnish their reputation
by being associated with past abuses. They'll probably find a way to
suppress the news. Not to mention, even Big Tech itself might not allow
you to investigate this case freely. I know him well.”

Mr. Atip was no longer surprised where the young lieutenant in front of him
got her stubbornness from.

“I just wanted to tell you, if there is anything I can help you with, just say it.
It may not have connections as important as the government. But I can help
put pressure on the political game. You understand?”

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Lieutenant Tul returned to the base the afternoon of the same day, but not
with Jew because he needed to rest a few more days as advised by the
doctor, not to work too much, not to spend more energy than necessary for
almost a month. Therefore, Tul had to work alone, there would be no
partner for a while. As soon as the policewoman set foot in her unit's office,
the investigating officer and his co worker approached her,

“Lieutenant, it's good that you came. I needed your help.”

Without waiting for Tul to catch her breath, a young police officer
approached and then took Lieutenant Tul to the interrogation room used to
question important witnesses. At that moment, inside were a police officer
and a young woman who had probably come to report things that Tul didn't
know much about.

“What happened?”

“The woman came to report a crime. She had her body covered in bruises,
but when she was asked, she refused to say a word. She came here because
her friend forced her.”

They looked towards the witness room, there was a young woman who
towered her head. Next to her was a police officer interrogating her, clearly
upset that she refused to say anything

“Did you suffer physical damage?”

“We think so. But she didn't say anything, even though she came to report
him. I almost sent her home, luckily you arrived first…”

The policeman only realized that he might have said too much until
Lieutenant Tul looked at him coldly.

“Uh... I just thought that with a policewoman, she might be willing to talk.”

Tul was able to understand the reasons given by the other people, opened
the door and entered the room, while patting the shoulder of the police
officer who almost uttered cruel words out of annoyance. He could make

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the victim afraid to speak. The police lieutenant said she would take care of
the matter herself before sitting in the chair opposite the poor young
woman,

"Hello, it's just you and me in this room. All the men have left, don't be
afraid."

Tul chose to use a soft tone of voice to coax her. The woman raised her
head slightly and silently watched to see if what this policewoman said was
true. Tul noticed that she had a bruise at the corner of her mouth and a red
mark on her right check, as if she had been slapped very hard.

“Then I will ask a question. You just have to shake your head and nod to
respond.”

“Almost a minute had passed, that bruised face that was about to swell,
nodded.”

“Was the person who hurt you a member of your family or not?”

She shook her head.

“Is your lover?”

She shook her head again.

“Is he your friend or acquaintance?”

Once again, she shook her head. Tul frowned slightly as the question did
not help address anyone close to the woman. But before asking another
question, she heard the voice of the victim who until then had not even
thought of saying a word.

"I….I'm a sex worker…”

“She paused, eyes wide, as if she wasn't sure what to say.

“The person who bought me... is the person who hurt me.”

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"Were you physically attacked?"

Che-rán asked before entering the exam room. Insider was a

young victim of physical violence who was taken by Lieutenant Tul to the
Forensic Institute to have her injuries checked.

“She didn't say anything else. She's probably afraid because the law won't
protect sex workers,"

Tul whispered softly. Even she herself had not told the other agents at the
headquarters after learning about it from her alleged testimony. After a
while, she took the opportunity to take the young woman to examine her
body there and trusted the medical examiner that she was the only one still
available.

Ran nodded in understanding and pushed the door in. Inside the room, there
was a young woman sitting on the hed waiting. Tul followed her inside and
closed the door behind her. Because she wanted the victim to feel
comfortable, the male officers were not allowed to come in and heip

“Let me check you, when I'm done, I'll treat your wounds. Don't be afraid,
okay?”

Che-rán addresses the emotional state of the victim. Besides her body being
covered in wounds, she must have also experienced trauma. The doctor
speaks softly and asked the victim to look up. She raised her head slightly
to examine the scars and found a dark purple bruise on the white area of the
neck. When she looked closer, it became clear that it was probably the mark
of a finger pressed firmly against her throat. The woman screamed in pain
when Che-rän tilted her face slightly to one side of her.

"I'm sorry the bruise only happened a few days ago and she's still in pain..."

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Che-rån said, letting the police behind her watch every action and listen.

“Did he strangle you?”

Tul expressed her own opinion, but the victim remained silent, not daring to
say anything. Che-rån turned her head to check the wounds on other parts
of her body. Her thin forearm had a long line as if she had been hit with a
stick. With just a light toach, the woman retracted her arm because her
wound was not yet healed.

Ran immediately apologized and was more careful than before. On her right
arm, there was a bite mark, which seemed to have caused her quite a bit of
pain... Apart from that, there was also scratches around her wrist, as if she
had been tied with a rope before fighting until she was injured.

“Was the person she met someone who was violent during sex?”

“Do you mean... bdsm?”

Tul grimaced thinking about the pain the victim had to endure.

“Yeah. Create a feeling of happiness by hurting your partner during sex.

You will have superior strength or tell your partner to call you bass.
However, it must arise from the consent of both parties. If there is no
consent, it will harm the other party and will not respect her body at all.
This is corisidered a physical impact that is directly harmful to her.”

“Ah... You know it very well.”

Che-ran's eyes flashed, staring at the person who was mocking her without
looking at the situation. Until the lieutenant had to purse her lips as if she
were closing her mouth, not daring to speak more. Che rán looked again at
the wounds all over the woman's body before discovering that there were
scars under her clothes. She had bite marks spread all over her chest and
inner thighs. Lieutenant Tul helped take photographs of the wounds found
at various points.

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“As I said before... You didn't agree with him from the beginning, did you?
Did you not allow this type of violence?”

She shook her head, pursing her lips tightly, holding back tears. She
allowed the doctor to apply medication to her inner thighs.

"That shows that the perpetrator forced her..."

Tul concluded as she looked at the young woman who was no more than
twenty-five years old, but had to face this terrible event. Could she handle
it? She didn't even dare to come forward and report the problem, until her
friend had to force her. It was probably because the laws in this country do
not protect sex workers because it is also considered a crime.

“Can you tell me who it is? Do you know his name?”

The police lieutenant's question confused the victim. She almost held her
breath. At first Tul thought that maybe she wouldn't get more than this. It
was possible that the victim did not know the name of the man who
purchased her services. But her trembling hand reached into her pocket to
take out her cell phone,

“Did you take the photo?”

She nodded, moved her finger a few times on the phone, and then handed it
to the lieutenant so she could see the photo on the screen. The man in
question had been secretly photographed without him realizing it. His white
face and elegant appearance quite attractive. But he looked very familiar, as
if Tul had seen his face somewhere before. That made Tut frown and it took
her a minute to figure out who he was

"Isn't this. P'Tihn's friend?"

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· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

“Do you mean Win?”

The older man put down the howl of rice and reached out to grab his
younger sister's cell phone, Tinh frowned when he saw that the person his
sister was asking about was his old friend who had just returned to Thailand
not long ago.

“It's true?”

Tul asked again to be sure. Although his pale face had not changed since
childhood as he knew him, It would be better if P Tihn confirmed it again.

“Um, this is my friend Win, why? What did he do?”

Tihn returned the cell phone to his sister. His face was still sad from what
Tul had say to him before because it was definitely not anything. Tul sighed
deeply, using her spoon to push the ham omelette onto her plate, not feeling
as hungry as she should have been.

“Phi, are you still in contact with him? Do you know where he studied?”

"She studied in the United States and only returned about two months ago.”

Tinn said as he observed her sister's expression, which still didn't look
good.

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“If you ask me if I'm still in contact with him, I only spoke to him when he
returned to Thailand. We met for the first time at the reunion party I
attended that day, and he used to stop by the store.....”

Her brother's response did not meet Tul's expectations. She tried to dredge
up childhood memories of him and vaguely remembered that Tihn was very
close to this friend, often taking him to pick up his younger sister from
elementary school or inviting him to his house. However, Tul remembered
that he didn't like his friend Tihn very much. He seemed arrogant, spoke
harshly, and often interrupted her when she spoke to her brother with
mocking words that would seem more impolite than a joke. It got to the
point where she had to tell Tihn that she didn't like him. After that, Tihn
never invited her friends again. Then he found out that Kawin had gone to
study abroad. But he didn't expect that once he returned, they would still be
in touch like before.

"So what did he do?"

“A woman came to report violence against her body during sexual

relations... Do you like the movie Fifty Shades?

“Not really, BDSM sex should be based on mutual consent from both
parties. But your friend did it to a woman who didn't want that. The woman
was abused until she had bruises all over her body, Phi, you probably didn't
know he has tastes like that, right?”

Tul tried to digest what her brother said. Hanging out with friends who have
a personality like that might not be possible. But that could be due to his
prejudices that he had ingrained since childhood.

"I didn't know about this…”

Tihn frowned slightly, pausing to think as if something had just crossed his
mind.

“But he is marmed, right? if I remember correctly, he posted it on Facebook

a few years ago.”

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Tul almost choked on her rice after hearing the new information, even
though there was nothing strange if a man in his thirties had been married
before, Unlike her older brother, he seemed to have difficulty finding a
suitable partner. Tihn quicidy checked his friend's personal account to find a
recent photo of him and his wife, which appeared to have been taken almost
a year ago.

“Here it is.”

This time, Tul took his brother's cell phone to see him. The photos were
typical of a couple having dinner at a restaurant in New York City. The man
was Kawin and the Asian woman next to her also appeared to be Thai,
When she clicked on the tagged woman's name, Tul had to squint to get a
closer look and realized that the woman had a friend who just so happened
to be someone she knew.

Thiwa Thawichakul

In the afternoon, Lieutenant Tul went to the Attorney General's Office alone
after Che-rån helped make an appointment. The Lieutenant sat in the
waiting room waiting for prosecutor Thiwa to meet with her, Che-rán had
briefly told her that prosecutor Thiwa sometimes offered legal
consultations. To be sure, she had to ask Thiwa directiy.

Maybe it was because they hadn't seen each other in days, but every time
they met, Tul secretly admired her suit that fit her slender figure so well. On
the other hand, prosecutor Thiwa did nat seem happy to meet the
Lieutenant. She might have been stressed by the demand she had to face,
but she sacrificed her time to go because Ran had asked her to.

“What's happening today, Lieutenant? My head hurts handling police

colleague's case. Did you know that the court reduced his sentence to life in
prison? And that was before the appeals court even reviewed it,"

Thiwa said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. When she took up
Lieutenant Tul's case, the accused, a police captain with the Central Bureau
of Investigation, asked the court to lighten his sentence due to his clean
professional record and his status as a state official who had never failed to

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perform his duties, its functions. Despite prosecutors' insistence, It was

difficult to go after someone with such powerful connections. Furthermore,
even if the death penalty could be imposed, he would ultimately be
pardoned and sentenced only to life in prison.

“I saw the news. But you can file an appeal to punish him more severely,
right?”

Thiwa didn't respond, just shrugged her shoulders slightly. She didn't want
to let him go either, because she knew she would attract public criticism if
his sentence was reduced to life imprisonment. He was a murderer who
brutally took lives and hid the bodies by hurying them underground for
months

“So what's up? Let's get straight to the point.”

The prosecutor lifted her watch and looked at the time, as if she wanted to
tell her that she didn't have much time. Tul quickly took out her cell phone
and opened a photo before showing it to the person in front of her.

“This woman, do you know her? I saw that you are her friend on
Facebook.”

Thiwa took a moment to remember.

“I remember that one time she came for a consultation because she wanted
to sue her husband for divorce.”

“Demand a divorce? Is this her husband?”

Tul quickly changed the photo to a photo of a husband and wife and then
showed it to the prosecutor.

“I have never met her husband, but it could be him. If you ask about details
of the divorce case, I prefer not to discuss it. It's quite personal.”

Thiwa's tone was serious, indicating that she was only sharing limited
information since she was someone who had provided legal consultations to
these people and was reluctant to reveal anyone's secrets.

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“The problem is not the woman, but her ex-husband. Yesterday someone
came to report that he had been sexually abused during sexual relations.”

Tul's words made Thiwa frown slightly but she still listened.

“I have not called her to question her because the only thing we have is a
photograph as evidence of the woman. I know that he lived abroad for
almost twenty years, he was married before and has now returned to
Thailand. That's all I know.”

Thiwa crossed her arms, as if she needed to think carefully about how much
she should say.

“Let's just say that the divorce case has an element of physical assault.
Because the case occurred in the United States, the woman just wanted to
see if she could file a lawsuit here. If not, she has a legal team there to
handle it..”

Lieutenant Tul nodded in understanding, piecing together the connections

of what she had heard. At the very least, Kawin had a history of violence
against women that led his ex-wife to file for divorce.

“That should be enough. Thank you so much.”

Tul put the notebook in her jacket pocket and bowed her head slightly in
gratitude to the confused prosecutor. She just asked a few questions:

“Why did you have to go here instead of just doing it over the phone? Don't
you think I don't know about you and Ran,"

Thiwa said as she crossed her arms and watched the young lieutenant's
somewhat uncomfortable reaction. Tul pursed her lips, not knowing what to
say in response to the implied reprimand.

“Ran... Did she tell you?”

"I asked her, so she agreed to tell me."

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Thiwa tried not to express herself even though her heart was quite heavy. It
was like she weighed a rock when she discovered that the two of them
loved each other. She also likes Che-ran, but Che-rán only saw her as an
older sister to her... And Thiwa herself had been willing to make it that way
for years. But when she thought she would have to lose against a police
officer Che-rån had just met, she felt upset.

"Go back to work and don't show your face too often,”

Thiwa said half jokingly, making her interlocutor smile, Lieutenant Tul
bowed once more before immediately turning around and walking in
another direction, not waiting to be shooed away a second time

After receiving additional information about the man who committed

violence against the sex worker, Lieutenant Tul contacted the victim to
identify if it was indeed Kawin. He agreed to cooperate and will go to the
Central Investigation Bureau on the same day. Lieutenant Tul returned to
the Criminal Investigation Unit office with a glass of iced Americano in her
hand. Generally there were not many people in afternoon because each
officer had to go out to investigate outside the area. But at the lieutenant's
table someone took a seat, It was no other person than Che-ran who raised
his head and looked at the person who had just entered.

“Lieutenant, you arrived on time, the doctor came to see you, I didn't know
where she should wait, so asked her to sit and wait at your desk first,"

Said the same young police officer who received the report about the
attacked woman the day before. He rushed to tell her because he was afraid
that Lieutenant Tul would not like someone occupying her desk. But instead
of seeing an angry expression, he saw the lieutenant smiling widely. Tul
raised her hand and waved, indicating that she was okay.

“Why did you come to see me? Have you eaten?”

The lieutenant dragged another chair to sit near her, placed the coffee cup
on the table and watched Che-rån take out the file she was carrying. It was
the document from the previous day's examination of the worran's injuries.

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“I brought the report documents. Have you eaten too?”

“Um... It's late, who hasn't eaten yet?”

Lieutenant Tul did not answer the question correctly. She deliberately
wanted to iritate Che-rán, In fact, before returning to the office she stopped
to eat at a restaurant. The lieutenant whose arm had just been hit could
barely feel it. Her eyes scanned the documents in her hands, one could tell
that there were cuts and bruises visible all over her body. How much could
that woman endure? Why would they take such actions for his own
happiness and cause so much suffering to others?

"Maybe we have to call her in for questioning, because if the woman

doesn't agree but has wounds like that all over her body, that's not normal,"

The lieutenant said, frowning slightly as she counted the wounds on the
woman's body., which were numbered no less than twenty.

“How was your conversation with P'Thiwa?”

"She had a history of physical violence against his wife, which resulted in
her filing for divorce in the United States before he returned to Thailand
less than two months ago,"

Tul said, sharing the information she knew. Although Kawin had a rather
unpleasant personality in his childhood memories, he seemed incapable of
hurting anyone. But since it was about sexual preferences, she couldn't
judge. It had been almost twenty years since she last saw her older brother's
friend, and people changed with time and circumstances, becoming
strangers with unknown personalities.

“So, what is Thiwa's relationship with her.....”

“As I already told you, the woman one ame to consult about the possibility
of filing for divorce because her husband was physically abusing her.”

Che-rán was silent for a moment, trying to think of the connection between
the two events.

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“P'Thiwa told you what kind of physical abuse?”

The doctor asked, and she received a gentle nod in response.

“Okay, let's assume first.... Could it be that his sexual preferences are
causing her partner pain? His wife might also be facing similat problems.”

Lieutenant Tul considered her words because, from what she knew from
Tihn, Kawin must have been married for at least five years. During that
time, a man with a conduct disorder like this was unlikely to refrain from
committing violence against his wife during sexual relations

“But if they had been married for several years, it is possible that his wife
initially agreed until he became violent. Or maybe little by little the
symptoms of his disorder began to appear, that's why she wanted to get
divorced,"

Che-rån explained, referring to the wounds, on the sex worker's body,

which indicated the man's behavior: an abnormal marriage, where he almost
degrades the dignity of the other person without caring at all about his
humanity.

“In any case, we have to call him to question him.”

“It will be OK? Isn't he a friend of P'Tihn?”

Che-ran asked softly. Because officers involved with victims or suspects

could introduce bias into the investigation, but the lieutenant shook her
head slightly.

“We know each other, but almost twenty years have passed and we are not
that close. It shouldn't be a problem,"

Tul said, not expecting her brother's old friend to have much influence over
her. After all, her brother wouldn't interfere if his friend was really at fault.
Che-rån continued organizing the files she was carrying because there were
still things she wanted to talk about. The lieutenant took an ice cold
Americano and drank it. Although the ice was beginning to melt, It still

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tasted delicious. She brought the glass to the doctor, who tilted her head
slightly towards it, her thin lips pressed against the same straw, taking
several sips of the lieutenant's coffee.

“Mae asked Lieutenant Jew to take an x-ray at the hospital that day and
there was a picture of a wound on the back of his head.”

Lieutenant Tul approached Ran so they could read the document together.
Atip Sarasin, Jew's father, confirmed that he wanted a detailed investigation
into the attack on her daughter and had entrusted it to the authorities.
Although they had not been able to catch the perpetrator, they were doing
their best to follow every lead.

“Generally, if they hit you in the back of the head, especially in the neck
area, it is very dangerous. May cause disability. Looking at Lieutenant Jew's
wound, I believe the perpetrator used a stick or a heavy object.”

According to Che-rán, the wound on the back of Jew's head was quite
serious. Seven stitches were even necessary to close the wound. However,
the results of the skull x ray have not been confirmed,

“Jew doesn't remember anything before he was hit. The perpetrator sneaked
up behind him.”

Tul sighed, still unable to stop thinking about it. The person who attacked
Jew intended to intimidate them from investigating this case further. That's
why he left jew lying there, injured, waiting for someone to find him, with
no intention of taking his life.

“But if. He was someone who really didn't want the investigation to
continue he probably knows what you're going to investigate, right?”

“I think the same too, but... I haven't told anyone. It's just me and Jew...
There is also another person, the victim's younger brother, who has a clear
alibi that is confirmed by the witness,”

Tul did not want to believe that she could be that person from the Central
Bureau of Investigation. After the recent murder case, Mr. Wisut died

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shortly after, leading to speculation and discussions within the office. In

addition to the dozens of officers, two policewomen and inspector Pichet,
who was watching from afar, there was probably someone who secretly
knew about the investigation she was carrying out

"Maybe there is someone inside who knows about this matter, but..."

Tul spoke again, she pursed her lips in thought,

"It was very risky, and he was very brave to hurt Jew... Everyone. knows
that he is Mr. Atip's son. As a result, the risk of this case being exposed is
greater than before, It would be better if he attacked me, because... No, I
mean, I'm trying to think like the criminal.”

Che-rán opened her mouth to argue, but had to stop when she heard what
the lieutenant wanted to say. She really didn't approve of anyone being hurt,
and she disapproved even more when she heard her lover say that. It's true,
what Tul said, if the villain knew that Lieutenant Jew was the son of a
politician, his actions were full of courage, which showed that the person
who did it might really want to challenge her.

The lieutenant's cell phone rang, a ten-digit number with no name making
her a little hesitant to answer the call. But when she brought the phone up to
her ear, a voice answered on the other side of her, causing Tul to keep her
back straight.

“Okay, see you outside, Yes, you can send me the location..”

That was the woman from the day before. She originally made an
appointment to come here, but she wanted to talk somewhere else. Tul
removed the doubt from Che rán's gaze before they decided to go together.
The two stood up and the chair that Tul had taken earlier was returned to its
original place. But before they could leave the office, someone approached
them. The person Lieutenant Tul least wanted to see. But it can never be
avoided.

“Oh Doctor Ran, what are you doing here?”

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Captain Dan looked at the two women alternately. He still remembered his
previous conversation and realized that there were only two female police
officers in this department, so...

“Oh, I know.”

She clapped her hands hard, as if he had discovered something amazing.

“Hello Captain, We haven't seen each other in a long time and you are still
the same as always.”

Che-rån did not care about the etiquette of the young police officer in front
of him and greeted him in a calm tone and appeared unperturbed by her
words as if they were a compliment or an expression of friendship. Before
leaving, Tul greeted the senior police officer. She then lifted her hand and
placed it on Che- rán's small shoulder, approaching her as she walked in
front of Captain Dan.

***
ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

🤗
Kindly reset your memories and make Lt. Jew a girl coz she really is.. 🤗
I don’t have the energy to reread the novel from the start to edit.. it a
waste of time to do.. At this moment my goal is to finish this novel so I can
upload ASAP..

***

The designated meeting place was a small cafe located inside a gas station
not far from the Central Bureau of Investigation. The young woman wore a
long sleeved turtleneck to protect herself from the hot air, but It helped her
hide the bruises on her neck. She lowered her head when Lieutenant Tul
and Dr. Che-rán entered the cafe. The interior was relatively empty except
for the three of them and the staff at the counter. After ordering, Tul chose

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to wait for her drinks, and it was Che-ran who approached the seated young
woman.

“How is the scar? Did you take the medications?”

She nodded in response. Her eyes did not dare to make eye contact with the
doctor sitting in front of her. Soon Lieutenant Tul joined in and gave Che-
ran a drink.

“We already know who he is if you wants to press charges.”

Unexpectedly, the woman's expression showed no signs of relief that the

police could act so quickly. Rist she seemed like she was ready to cry at any
time to relieve the pressure in her heart. The strange behavior made Che-rán
ask in a low voice, hoping that the other party would calm down.

“Don't worry. He doesn't even know you reported him to the police yet. But
after this, it will happen according to the legal process.”

This is not about comparing or judging the appropriateness of consensual

sexual relations. However, Che-ran was quite sure that what the victim
showed previously, during the physical examination, indicated deep
suffering. In addition to fear of her male influence, there were also concerns
about her profession as a sex worker, which is still considered illegal in this
country. How funny it is, even when they are attacked or physically abused,
the law still cannot protect them. Worse still, they are even considered
criminals

"I... I'm sorry, police... but I..."

The young woman sighed repeatedly, trying to contain the tears that were
overflowing. Her physical condition looked better than the day before, but
her mental condition had worsened as she thought all day about what she
should do next.

“I probably won't continue with this case and won't try it.”

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In the end, she said a sentence that made her feel guilty. From hearing her
voice on the phone to entering the store and seeing that her expression was
not good, Tul seemed to have predicted what would happen from the
beginning.

“Can I ask why?”

Actually, I agreed from the first time. That was something she had not told
them since the first day she reported the matter to the police.

“But yesterday you said yourself that you didn't agree and he forced you.”

"I thought it wouldn't be that bad..."

She replied, her eyes wandering and still not making eye contact with
anyone.

"At first I thought it was funny, even when he tied my hands and beat me
with sticks. But the violence got worse until I couldn't take it anymore."

“Did you tell him that you couldn't stand it, that it hurt you, or that you
didn't want it?”

Che-rán continued asking. The victim bit her lip until it turned white,
choosing to direct her gaze towards the three glasses that were on the table.

“My mouth was closed, so I can't say anything.”

“Consenting to have sex doesn't mean you have to give in until it's over. If
you can't stand it in the middle of the activity, you can tell your partner, if it
turns out that he refuses and continues doing it, it means that he is forcing
you.”

The doctor's words made the woman's side tremble as she held back her
sobs. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, still insisting that she would
not sue the man who bought her for sex and abused her as if she were
nothing more than a toy.

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"But physical assault is a criminal case. We cannot allow him to be

compromised,"

Tul said seriously. She was not angry with the victim who did not want help
from the judicial process, but she was angry that she had wasted her time
pursuing this case.

“It's up to the police to handle it, but I... I confirm that I agreed with him,
and I knew from the beginning what he was going to do. I don't want to take
legal action, I don't want to go to court, pay legal fees, waste time and get
nothing in return."

The woman's voice sobbed a little. Her words emphasizing that she did not
want to press charges made the police sigh because she did not know what
to do.

“In any case, we may have to summon him for questioning. And regarding
costs, we can help you.”

She pursed her lips tightly, as if hesitating whether to accept the offer or
not, but she shook her head.

“It's up to the police to do what you want. However, I already said that! I
don't mind doing it from the beginning. I just wanted to say this.”

The lieutenant returned to the police station along with the doctor, who
abandoned her cat before going to see the victim. The woman did not want
to take any responsibility despite receiving compensation. Even Tul
confirmed that it was important to call people to confess their crimes, but
she still refused. If the victim did not continue the case she would simply
end it.

“P'Tul, are you still thinking about that?”

“Um, she have the right to protect yourself. I can not do anything about it.”

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She leaned against the steering wheel, staring at the back of the car in front.
Che-rån reached out and held the lieutenant's hand in her lap.

“Tul, you can proceed with this matter according to the steps. Call the man
for questioning, do what you can. Don't think too much, no one blames
you.”

Tul did not respond immediately. She ran the tip of her thumb over the back
of her soft hand, feeling wormed before sighing,

"Um... I'm a little upset."

“You can be upset, but you shouldn't take out your emations on other
people.”

"Ran... I don't have that habit anymore,”

Lieutenant Tul said, her voice hoarse and making the other person laugh
softly. Just when the light turned green, the two had to let go of each other's
hands and the car moved slowly again.

"P'Tul, are you free this Saturday?"

Asked the young woman next to the driver.

“I am free. Where do you want to go?”

“I want to invite you to eat at my house. The last time I invited you, I was
rejected.”

Her tone was a little complaining, to the point that anyone who felt guilty
rushed to accept the invitation.

“I will go. It's night, right?”

“You can come at five. Give me time to do housework and cook rice first.
Do you want to eat something special! Any food allergies?”

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Che rán looked at the person she was driving, who seemed thoughtful
before responding in a friendly tone.

“I'm not allergic to anything. I can eat everything. I'll eat anything you
make.”

“After you say it, you have to keep it,"

Che-rån joked with a sweet smile. With her left hand, Tul
gently shifted gears and extended her arms toward Che-ran, for a hug. The
doctor frowned slightly, gently scolding her for not concentrating on driving
properly, but still, she relented and took her hand Inside the car, with soft
and relaxing music playing in the background, the atmosphere was not too
calm.

The setting sun was beginning to cast long shadows of the weekend night.
In the Chanthanasatien family's two-story townhouse, stability reigned with
the preparation of a sumptuous dinner to welcome her daughter's important
guest. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of skillfully prepared dishes.
Professor Räkkit, a senior doctor at the Institute of Forensic Medicine, was
used to taking care of his daughter alone since his wife died. That's why he
was so skilled in culinary matters. Che rån acted as the chef's assistant,
trying to lighten the load but apparently without success.

Her father kept telling her to do simple things like peel shrimp, chop
vegetables, beat an omelette and cook it. Aside from that, she also helped
get some things for her father. The Siamese cat walked around his feet until
Che-rån had to carry him out of the kitchen in her arms. The sound of a
loud car engine reached the house, drawing the attention of the cat and its
owner to see who was approaching, Suddenly Che-ran's cell phone rang,
answering the question, the owner of the car that stopped in front of the
house was Tul.

“Father, P'Tul has arrived. I will receive it."

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The girl went to tell her father, who responded without looking back
because he was still busy boiling red curry in a pot. The Siamese cat walked
on all fours following Che-ran to the front door of the house. His blue eyes
shone brightly when he saw who had entered.

“Hello little mushroom, do you still remember me?”

Tul crouched down towards the cat who was not intimidated by the visitor.
She reached out and touched his little head, until the cat could remember
who the person was. He bowed his head at the soft scratch and let out a
moan with such satisfaction that Tul smiled.

“Look, I have food for you.”

“Tul are you really going to bribe him?”

Che-rån smiled widely, watching as Tul picked up the furry cat to hug him
carefully. The little mushroom seemed to give up and didn't fight.

“Who knows, maybe one day I will occupy the mushroom bed again,
right?”

Tul acted as if she was joking with the cat, but the essence of the problem
completely affected the cat's owner, Che-ran hit the person who spoke
mischievously on her shoulder, eliciting a soft laugh from Tul before they
walked together to meet the professor who was inside the house. In addition
to seeing him when she visited Che-rán, this was the first time her daughter
introduced him to Tul, who also brought his favorite egg tarts from her
brother's store.

While waiting for dinner, the little cat tried the gift that Lieutenant Tul had
given him. Of course, the little guy seemed to like it so much that Che-rán
complained that her cat liked people who gave him more food. Not long
after that, the dinner prepared by the professor was ready to be served and
Che rån helped her father carry it and put it on the dining table outside. Tul
offered to serve rice on the three plates before they sat down to eat together.
She had chatted with Professor Rakkit before and it made her feel less

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tense. Furthermore, everything went very well when they both agreed to
make fun of Che-ran.

“It's too salty? Dad, you said to put a lot of soy sauce in it.”

Che-rán who was eating the eggs, turned to Tul who was collecting them.
She put a large spoonful of tortilla and rice in her mouth. Che rán was
relieved to not see her make a strange face that cost her, her life.

"Honestly, I don't care,"

The professor sent a hidden message to Tul, who was still munching on rice
and eggs. But the lieutenant shook her head, trying to chew it all before
swallowing it.

“It's okay, I like to eat salty food.”

A warm laugh immediately arose from the professor sitting in front of her,
until Che-rän had to gently pinch Tul's arm.

“My daughter is not good at cooking.”

"It's okay, I can do things."

After saying that, she could only lowes her head, unable to smile, and
quickly stuffed the rice into her mouth.

“Dad, you talk too much.”

“Because? That is good, no? I no longer have to worry about what you will
eat.”

“You say it as if you were going to hire Tul to be a cook.”

"I can be a cook too.”

After Tul finished speaking, she turned around and smiled sweetly at Che-
rán, who was the target of ridicule from the two gang members who had
formed since they started chatting together. Che rán had to use her elbow to

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push Tul's arm to stop her from talking for her father's sake. She didn't
know if she intended to score points with her father or not…
Dinner continued in the middle of the conversation of the three. The little
mushroom kicked playfully near them, running back and forth between
their legs. Che-rån continued to insist on not giving her cat anything other
than his usual food. Additionally, the food prepared for humans was too
salty for the cat palate.

The important guest volunteered to wash the dishes for the hosts, while Che
ran swept up the leftovers into a garbage bag. After that she waited to take
the plate from Tul's hand that was covered in soap, to rinse it with clean
water. Her lively conversation was constantly filled with laughter and witty
jokes. One person mocks, while the other responds with annoyance. The
last plate had been turned over in the sink, before Tul bent down to turn off
the water valve and dried her hands with the clean cloth that Che-rán had
brought her. Professor Rakkit himself was going to see his small garden
outside the house. As for the little cat, no one knew where he had gone, he
was probably sleeping somewhere after playing with everyone all the time
since they cooked.

“I want to see a photo of you in a fluffy skirt at a school event.”

Che-rán stared at her. If it weren't for her father who kept burning her
childhood stories in the middle of the table, Tul probably wouldn't have
protested or wanted to look at those old photos. But in the end, the
homeowner's daughter had to take her to sit and wait on the couch while she
searched for her family photo album. Che ran sat next to her and opened the
album page after page with Tul approaching.

“This is all. Maybe from kindergarten,”

Che-rán with a fluffy skirt would look like a beautiful princess, as the
teacher said. She smiled until her eyes widened at the camera, causing the
person who saw the photo to smile as well. In every movement, from lining
up on stage, appearing on stage with other friends, to the last photo of a six-
year-old girl taken with her father and another woman who could be her
mother.

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“This is Mrs. Ran.”

If she says Che-rán looks like someone, it would probably be her mother.
Mrs. Watcharin's face was now as beautiful as Che-ran's. Her hair was
longer and her makeup was more mature. Fortunately, those childhood
memories were recorded in photographs and stored in an old album that she
would occasionally opens to look at, even though the person in the photo
was no longer there. Che-rán did not feel sad. She continued opening the
album, page by page, Inviting Tul to see her childhood. What did she ever
do? Where did she travel? Until the three of them, fathers and daughter,
took a photo together in front of the 'Highest Land of Siam' sign, in the Doi
Inthanon National Park. Another photo is of Phra Mahathat, with the little
model sent by her parents smiling at the camera.

“I used to go to worship the relics with my parents at Doi Inthanon.”

Che-ran said, remembering her childhood.

“That's good. I had never been to Chiang Mai before, I had only been to the
beach,"

Tul said in a lower voice. She was a person who never let herself be taken
on trips by her family, like other children. There was only one traffic police
uncle who invited her to go to Bangsaen together every year. Until she and
her brother had the opportunity to touch the sand on the beach.

“Do you want to go when you have free time?”

The words spoken by Ran invited her listener to smile widely. She looked at
Che ran with bright eyes like a child's.

"We'll go to Chiang Mai later, that's a promise,"

The lieutenant's voice brightened immediately. Although she didn't have

much free time lately, at least she would have a little trip with Che-rân, She
would really look forward to it….

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In the middle of the night a terrible storm fell. The sound of thunder roaring
loudly was surprising. Most people would stay home because it was not the
right time to go out. The rain fell hard and hit the paved road where there
were puddies of water. The street lights flickered before going out, leaving
only darkness. A young girl's eyes widened when she found herself lying in
the middle of the road, soaked, with raindrops touching her pale face and
she was so pale that it hurt. While her brain was very confused and trying to
figure out how she got here, someone came up and stopped in front of her.

The tall figure of the mysterious person was dressed in a black raincoat, his
face covered with a mask so that only his black eyes were visible, looking
at the body of the young girl who showed signs of fear through her
expression. However, she could not utter a cry for help with her lips
because her mouth was covered with a cloth, her hands were also tied, her
eyes trembled when she saw the hig hammer in the man's hand. She
trembled with fear and wanted to get away from him, but she couldn't.

The man knelt in front of the woman who couldn't get out of this situation.
And in this life, she could never forget those pitch black eyes of hers, as if
he could kill her in the blink of an eye if he wanted to.

“Do you know why you are here?”

Even his voice was colder than the rain that fell on her body. The head of
the hammer was placed near her ear and she looked at it in horror. She let
out a gasp and tried to shake her head until the man was ready to remove
the clath covering her mouth.

“Please, please, please let me go…”

A pitiful young woman shouted over the sound of heavy rain above. Tears
flowed mixed with raindrops. But the man who saw her only managed to
laugh, and put the cloth back on her until it covered the woman's mouth as
before. She shook her head violently, trying to plead for her life through her
tear-filled eyes, but the man didn't even bother to look at her.

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The head of the harmer was dragged by the woman's body, as she struggled
in vain. His strong hands grabbed her long, thin legs, stretching them over
the paved path, squeezing them as tightly as iron pliers until the owner of
the legs could not remove them.

“When I gave you a chance, you didn't respond....”

The sound stopped. The young woman could see what would happen to her
leg when she saw that the iron hammer had been raised, and in just a
fraction of a second, she immediately screamed with the cloth covering her
mouth before feeling a deadly pain that she had never felt before in her life.
The man in the raincoat paid attention to his work. The girl's knees were
almost crushed, her legs were distorted as if they had no bones.

“Do you remember what you did?”

Tears welled up in her eyes until they became cloudy. She could feel
excruciating pain in her legs. Although the person asked her questions, she
still didn't understand. Or even if she had to think of an answer
immediately, the fear that took over her mind made her unable to think of
anything, she only hoped that she could survive this situation.

The cloth covering her mouth was lowered to her chin. Those trembling lips
couldn't oven scream for help anymore. The man brought his face close to
his, leaning his ear as if he wanted to hear words of confession about what
she had done. When he didn't get the answer he wanted. he shook his head
as if he was really disappointed. The woman screamed again with a
trembling voice when the man in the raincoat hit her leg with the hammer,
hitting the same spot as before. The young woman steeled herself and
endured the unbearable pain that hit her for the second time in a row.

The hammer hit her kneecap again and again without stopping, until the
sound of crushed fiesh and bone resounded louder, competing with the rain.
Her right leg twisted, mirroring the same contortion as her left leg. Sharp
bones penetrated her skin, looking terrifying, as blood slowly seeped out to
stain her stockings. Finally, the ordeal ended when the victim could no
longer act and was left breathless on the cold sidewalk. She could no longer

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feel her legs beneath her knees. Her mind was blurred, almost losing
consciousness, until she heard it again, a voice that echoed from far away...

“Do you not understand people with disabilities even a little?”

Lieutenant Tul arrived at the scene less than half an hour after the police car
inspector and the foundation vehicles stopped to surround both sides of the
road to prevent the entry of anyone other than officers. Tul crossed the
yellow and black barrier line, entering the scene. The expressions of many
officers were quite tense and clearly worried. The young lieutenant did not
stop to ask anyone about the situation. She approached the place where the
body was found. The streets were wet from the rain that had fallen during
the night and the puddles were filled with a red liquid. Tul tried to avoid
accidentally stepping on it. Inspector Pichet was not far from the body. The
forensic team had not yet arrived so the lieutenant had the opportunity to
clearly check the state of her body with her own eyes.

The lifeless body of a young woman, a victim of cruelty, lay in the middle
of the road. Her once recognizable face was now damaged and destroyed
beyond recognition. As her gaze moved downward, the knees of the corpse
were crushed, as well as her left leg twisted unnaturally, pointing in the
opposite direction. While her other leg seemed to be deliberately bent, she
also had her hands tied behind her back. Lieutenant Tul's head immediately
became dizzy as she tried to think about what was happening. Even
Inspector Pichet himself was left speechless, he shook his head pointing to
the team from the institute of Forensic Medicine that had arrived at the
scene.

Tul quickly turned to look at the medical examiner, and saw Che-rán
walking after the other officers to get to the lady. And when she could see
the state of the victim's face, Che-rán immediately stopped in her tracks,
accidentally holding her breath.... It had happened again... It was the same
method that serial murder had used eighteen years ago. But they couldn't
confirm whether it was a copy or a repeating pattern, especially since the
original author was dead,

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③⓪

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The agents who saw the body did not dare to deny the brutality that the
lifeless body of that unknown woman suffered. The severe wound on her
face was quite prominent and may have been the main cause of her death.
Forensic institute agents took photographs as evidence while Dr. Che-ran
knelt over the body and took a moment before explaining the injuries.

“Her face was severely injured, resulting in a tissue tear, a skull fracture,
and possible brain damage. Based on the torn edges of the wound, it is
suspected that the perpetrator used a blunt and heavy object to hit her face.”

There was something different about this murder case compared to previous
cases that used similar methods. Although the case was closed with the
conclusion that it was a copycat murder carried out by another person, this
time the level of damage was much more serious. The perpetrator brutally
destroyed her entire face, including destroying her lips, teeth and chin until
they were unrecognizable. Dr. Che-rån ordered her assistant to pick up the
teeth that had fallen out and were scattered, mixed with blood and tissue
remains on the street.

Che ran took a piece of cloth that the perpetrator had previously used to gag
the victim's mouth, tying it around her head. The cloth was stained with
blood, falling into the oral cavity where it was beaten until it shattered.

“The perpetrator probably held a grudge against the deceased. We should

target people close to her or people who had problems with her.”

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Inspector Pichet stood up and analyzed the situation not far from the body
but Tul believed that investigating this might not be so easy. At the moment
it was still almost impossible because they could not identify the victim.

“Couldn't they find her wallet, Inspector?”

“They couldn't find anything. The perpetrator probably took all of her
belongings. I don't want to rule out the possibility of a robbery, but…”

"Based on the condition of the corpse, if the perpetrator only wanted

valuable property, there was no need to do something like that to the
deceased,"

Lieutenant Tul continued the sentence left halfway by the inspector,

narrowed her eyes and looked at the medical examiner, who was cxamining
the two legs that clearly looked damaged. Che-rån held her left leg bent and
discovered that the joints had been destroyed, so that only the muscles that
held the upper and lower legs together remained.

“The perpetrator used the same weapon to beat him to the bone. The knee
area was severely damaged, both kneecaps were broken, the distal part of
the femar and the tibia were broken. In her right thigh there a bone
protruding from the flesh. We have to take her for an x-ray first, maybe it
will reveal clearer details... And due to excessive blood loss, the deceased
was probably beaten before she died.”

“Was it also the perpetrator who left her left leg like this?”

"I think it was the perpetrator's work,”

Che rån responded to the inspector's question, who couldn't bear to see the
complete body. What confused Lieutenant Tul was that the perpetrator
seemed to have deliberately made the person who found the body see the
victim's terrible condition. It was very similar to when she found Jew
unconscious. What was the meaning of his action of deliberately breaking
and bending one of her legs?

“Can you estimate the time of death?”

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“The deceased was exposed to the rain throughout the night causing the
temperature to drop more quickly than usual, but it is believed that she most
likely died in no less than six to eight hours.”

The doctor touched and palpated the woman's pale body, making initial
assumptions about how long she had been dead based on her muscle
stiffness. Forensic officers turned the victim's body over to examine the
wounds on her back. The initial question that arose when she saw the
victim's arms behind her back was answered immediately, since her wrists
were tied with a crude rope. Tulle recognized her immediately but tried not
to jump to conclusions… Apparently it was the same type of rope that the
perpetrator used to tie Lieutenant Jew's hands after attacking her until she
was unconscious.

Che-rán examined the bruises on her arms caused by pressure that led to
abrasions on her wrists, possibly because the victim was struggling when
she was attacked. The doctor slowly opened each finger, one by one, before
discovering a surprising mark.

“The tips of all ten fingers were burned. Perhaps the perpetrator did it to
slow down the identification of the victim.”

Lieutenant Tul stared at Che rán, who was staring at her. They probably had
the same feeling that this murder case, regardless of who the perpetrator
was, contained clues that were deliberately left to defy the police, as Tul
had previously suspected… The morning news reported that the body of an
anonymous woman had been found, brutally murdered, and the perpetrator
abandoned her body on a less-traveled street. There were no CCTV cameras
to capture the crime. The police and the foundation managed to prevent any
news agency from taking photographs or writing reports about what
happened. The revealed cause of death was that she was hit in the head until
she died.

As for details other than that, including the condition of the face destroyed
and both knees crushed until the bones broke with the legs bent, these were
only preserved by the Central Bureau of Investigation to avoid distortion of
the case. Tul followed the coroner to the institute to act as an observer
during the autopsy of the boady on behalf of Inspector Pichet, who had

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been called to Central. The lieutenant had documents from the evidence unit
that helped find information about the clothing the deceased was wearing
Judging from the surface, she was wearing normal clothes. A cropped shirt
with a slightly cropped waist, skinny jeans, and sandals. She showed that
she wasn't planning on going anywhere before her death.

However, the last information that Lieutenant Tul received turned out that
every item of clothing worn by the deceased was all brand-name clothing.
Each outfit cost no less than 40,000 baht and could be purchased in
department stores full of brand-name stores. This information let Tul know
that this poor woman was no ordinary person. However, she could also be a
descendant of millionaires, who represent less than 10% of the total
population of this country.

Tut wanted to take back her words that the criminal might not want her
valuables. For better or worse, he had probably taken them. Another
possibility that arose was a ransom demand. However, Tul immediately
denied it because there were no ransomware thieves, they only look the
victim's wallet. In today's era, people no longer carried cash. And, of
course, he might not be able to use the deceased's credit card or other cards
to withdraw money as he wanted. So what was the reason? If it was related
to the case 18 years ago, why choose rich people as victims? it would
probably risk becoming big news and would be easy to capture.

The woman's lifeless body was taken to the autopsy room after being
cleaned. Dr. Che-rán entered in a green coat, ready to do the exam, Her
beautiful eyes looked towards the observation room, meeting Lieutenant
Tul's worried gaze. She seemed worried, especially about the doctor's
mental state, since she insisted on taking responsibility for the autopsy even
though the body looked like the one from eighteen years ago.

“The police still can't identify the deceased, right?”

“Currently we only know that the clothes the deceased was wearing were
very expensive and from high-end brands. This shows that she was

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probably a rich woman. However, no family member has yet reported the
disappearance of a person matching her description,”

Said Lieutenant Tul, speaking into a microphone to relay the initial clues
the police found to the doctor. Che-rån saw serious injuries on the victim's
face, making it almost impossible to recognize her face.

“Doctor, can you tell us the age of the deceased? the lieutenant asked
again.”

She tried to guess that the victim was between 20 and 25 years old, but she
wanted to get definitive confirmation from the medical examiner.

“We have collected DNA samples. As for her age...it is difficult to estimate
because her teeth were damaged. However, the teeth we collected from the
crime scene were sent to a forensic dentist. It may take some time, but we
will let you know as soon as we have the results.”

Che-rán began examining the external injuries in detail after performing an

initial autopsy at the crime scene. The wound was an indication that a blunt
weapon caused serious tissue damage. The muscles, facial tissues and skull
were significantly affected. There were fractures, bruises and lacerations,
especially notable to the right eyeball which had been pushed into the skull
by the force of the impact.

“The cause of death has been confirmed as previously stated, due to a

crushed skull and brain damage.”

“The weapon? You can tell me?”

Che-rán carefully examined the wounds, while tilting her head slightly to
the side, allowing her to observe the edge of the bruise around the right
temple, which was caused by the weapon used by the attacker. With a grim
expression, she ordered her assistant to immediately take photographs for
documentation.

“It is believed that the weapon was a hammer.”

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Che-rán hid her concern, trying to suppress any trettor in her voice.

“Judging from the severity of the wound, in some areas there are concave
areas that form a circular pattern. If it were a stick or another weapon, the
wound would not be as deep. The perpetrator may have used a large
hammer. I will help determine the size of the weapon with a three-
dimensional model.”

“From the head it went to the arms, where the rope was removed, there
were long abrasions on the skin that extended from the wrists, Furthermore,
the flesh around the wrist showed signs of struggle, evident by the obvious
scratches.”

Che-rán carefully examined each finger, one by one.

“They had been charred by the fire to the point of affecting the deep layers
of the skin, making it impossible to collect fingerprint samples.”

"There are no signs of sexual abuse,"

The doctor said as she examined the unidentified woman's genitals, in stark
contrast to previous cases of copycat murders. In that case, the perpetrator
left evidence on her body to satisfy his lust. However, this assassin left
nothing behind, displaying a thoroughness that was almost terrifying,
Bank even bent down to rub his knee while the doctor examined the
wounds in the area. The deceased's two legs were placed on a board, with
an X-ray film showing the bones in detail from the knee area down, causing
the legs to wrinkle. Che-rán confirmed her previous statement that the
perpetrator had attacked her while she was alive, judging by her bruising
and bleeding. Her right leg had more serious injuries, showing signs of
having been repeatedly hit with a weapon, causing her skin to shrink. It was
another case of assistant Banks carefully moving her knee, making sure she
was still in good condition,

The naked body of the corpse had been prepared for dissection and
examination of the internal organs. Che-rån took the scalpel and held it in
her hand. But then, she noticed something abnormal about the breasts of the
woman lying in front of her. Normally, a woman's breasts would droop

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naturally due to her gravity, rather than remaining rigid like hers. Che-rån
lowered her scalpel and reached out to touch the deceased's breasts,
noticing the rigidity that was not her normal fiexibility. She noted the
discolored surgical scar, approximately 4 centimeters below the breasts on
both sides of her.

She took the knife again. But this time Che-san did not split along her body
as usual. Instead, she gently pressed the tip of the scalpel to re-incise the
surgical scar. She opened her just enough to insert the clamps under her
pectoral muscle.

“Did the deceased ever undergo breast surgery?”

Lieutenant Tul, who was observing her every movement, became curious
when she saw the doctor take out a round piece of silicone like a drop of
water and place it on a tray. Che-rán turned around to look at the area
beneath the base, gently wiping away the blood stain until she could see ten
letters and numbers written on it. Yeah. Each pair of silicone breast
enlargement implants will have a serial number stamped on them,
indicating that the implants are insured and certified as non-piracy silicone.
This should be enough for the police to investigate the deceased's medical
history at the surgical clinic.

Inspector Pichet had not even given his permission when the door to his
office suddenly opened. As time went by, the senior police officer began to
get used to the reckless nature of his subordinates in the investigation unit.
Lieutenant Tul greeted him before hurriedly reporting the progress of the
case they were handling together.

“Inspector, the forensic examination revealed that the deceased had

undergone breast augmentation surgery. The silicone implants had a
manufacturer's serial number. We are currently investigating which clinic
the implants were sent to. Once we find out which clinic she underwent the
surgery at, we will soon know the identity of the victim.”

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Tul placed on the table the documents she received from the Institute of
Forensic Medicine, including photographs with the serial numbers and
brands of silicone implants exported to various beauty clinics and hospitals.

“Very good, lieutenant. Is there anything else?”

“The deceased was most likely a rich woman, judging by the designer
clothes she was wearing. We are currently investigating where the clothes
were purchased, whether they were made within a certain period of time or
whether they were new... However, compared to breast silicone research it
can provide faster results.”

Tul organized her thoughts and summarized them into words for Inspector
Pichet to hear. Although there were still questions, she could not speak
directly to the inspector,

“Did the forensics find no traces of the perpetrator?”

“They haven't found it yet. The victim was not sexually assaulted and, apart
from the weapon, which forensics confirmed to be a hammer, there were no
other signs of injury that led anywhere, not even to the perpetrator…”

Tul said, feeling upset because was so far away behind the murderer. It
would take her quite a while to find him, especially since she didn't know
what awaited her ahead.

“We have to discover the identity of the deceased before we can discover
who held a grudge against her.”

The lieutenant nodded, still pursing her lips, unsure if it was appropriate to
talk about what she had been thinking since the body was found at the
crime scene. But inspector Pichet seemed to notice the uncomfortable
expression before he could ask.

"Is there anything you want to talk about, Lieutenant?"

“Could this be the case…”

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“Is this the case that occurred eighteen years ago? Okay, lieutenant.
Everyone thinks so.”

The inspector nodded, indicating that Lieutenant Tul was not the only one
who had doubts about this matter. Although the reporter had already
reported the news, in fact, almost all the police officers on the base knew
what happened.

"What do you think, Lieutenant?"

The inspector asked curiously, it wasn't that he didn't know that Lieutenant
Tul was secretly investigating this case with Lieutenant Jew, who was
attacked earlier. Therefore, it was not strange that the lieutenant thought this
way.

"I've tried to review all the murder case files from eighteen years ago. The
evidence pointing to the perpetrator in each case is minimal. But there is a
common thread among the victims, namely that they all traveled in Mr.
Wisut's taxi. The evidence linking the murderer is the hammer that was
found in the taxi. However, I asked Dr. Ran to examine the victims wounds
and It turned out that the hammer found was much smaller than the size of
the victims wounds.”

Inspector Pichet listened carefully and did not interrupt.

“And in this case... The perpetrator left no evidence that could be traced and
also destroyed the identity of the body to delay the investigation. The
weapon used was a hammer, so I suspect it could be related because the
method was the same,"

Tul said of her own hunch because there was no evidence to support this
assumption. More than a minute passed while the lieutenant waited for the
inspector to criticize her so loudly that people outside could hear, but the
senior police officer just sighed.

“Lieutenant, how do you know that he is not an imitator.”

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“This is different. In the case of a stalker who claimed to idolize the

murderer eighteen years ago to imitate the method of action, but he left
footprints for the police to easily locate. But this case in different... The
perpetrator left nothing.”

“But Wisut is dead and there is no evidence to prove his innocence. The
case from eighteen years ago is now closed. it will be difficult to reopen it
and juxtapose it with the current investigation. And when investigating any
case, he never uses his own feelings. Investigate based on the evidence and
clues available. Lieutenant, do you understand what I'm saying?”

Inspector Pichet always had a sense of regret for his past government
service throughout his life. He tried to adapt so he could be like the others.
Although he wanted to help his subordinates as much as possible, he had to
be careful not to let Tul suffer the consequences,

"I understand,"

Lieutenant Tul agreed, but she didn't care. At that moment, the inspector
was like her adult relative and at least he was still willing in listen.

"So, Lieutenant and Dr. Ran are they dating?"

The inspector suddenly changed the subject without asking.

“Ah... How did inspector know?”

“The guys from the unit said you brought her here to introduce her.”

Not knowing how to express or say anything, Lieutenant Tul just scratched
her cheek in get rid of her embarrassment, feeling uncomfortable.

“I didn't mean anything by that, I asked because my daughter... well, one

day she brought a friend to stay at our house. She even cut her hair. My
wife wanted me to talk to her about it, but ....... I don't know where to start,”

Lieutenant Tul nodded. It could be that he was so caught up in the image of

a Criminal Investigation Unit inspector that he forgot that he also had a life
outside of there. After hearing the inspector talk about his daughter, it

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reminded her of her own father, who liked to be strict but eventually gave
up because she still wouldn't listen.

“You may also want to tell your parents indirectly.”

“Should I do something? Or what should I say?”

“Inspector, you don't need to do anything to make it special. Just acted

normal, like you usually does. If she is ready to tell her parents, she will do
it herself,"

Tul advised, thinking about the time she went to dinner with Che-rån and
her father. A comfortable family environment that she could feel without
having to do anything more than necessary… A knock was heard on the
door of the inspector's office, before it opened, followed by a young police
officer with a surprised expression. He quickly showed respect to him and
immediately conveyed the important news.

“Inspector, someone posted a photo of a dead body on Twitter. Now it's

leaking everywhere.”

The image of the open wound on the deceased's face became a hot topic in
the world of social media after the image was posted by an unknown
person. Within hours, the image had been shared on so many platforms that
it was impossible to trace who started it. Media teams then caught the trend
in the news even though the photos were censored to help reduce the
chilling effect on those who saw them. However, this issue raised questions
in society.

“Why, when it was first reported, did the police only explain that this
unidentified young woman had been hit on the head and not on the entire
face as seen in the leaked photos spread on the Internet?”

The voices of various audiences have been divided. Some said this should
not continue out of respect for the deceased. And legal action should be
taken against the person who spread it, no matter who she is or what agency

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she belongs to. But no matter which direction social trends leaned, everyone
who followed the news was assumed to be heading the same way.

_The deceased's face was destroyed, just like the stalker case that happened
not long ago and still similar to the serial murder case 18 years ago....

_Since the perpetrator of the stalking case was arrested and Wisut, the
recently released serial killer had committed suicide, who else could be the
perpetrator of that murder?

When the serial murder case that occurred 18 years ago was discussed
again, especially because the police deliberately did not reveal the initial
status of the victim, the media came out to pressure the lieutenant general.
Pol. Tech Techakomol, current commander of the Central Investigative
Police Bureau, to explain why police officers deliberately concealed facts
from the public. On the other hand, because Big Tech was the ruling party's
electoral candidate, political news journalists provided brief interviews with
the leader of the opposition or opposing party, on an emerging hot topic.

“I respect the work of all agents. There may be some facts that cannot be
revealed because they could affect the outcome of the case. Blocking the
entry of journalists is the most appropriate thing to do,"

Said Mr. Atip Sarasin in a firm and calm tone. He knew that some of the
police officers going to the area were probably not high-ranking people like
Big Tech, but rather small people who didn't want anything to go wrong
during their work.

“But when the public has questions about the nature of the case, at this
point, I agree that the public deserves answers to clarify their doubts.”

“Do you have confidence in the actions of the police? Your daughter was
attacked while Investigating the case and to date there has been no progress
in capturing the perpetrator,"

Asked a journalist, referring to a previous incident in which a police

lieutenant from headquarters was injured in an attack and when she was

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being treated in the hospital, Atip, her father, had been interviewed many
times.

“Because my daughter is a police officer, I am quite familiar with the

officer's work process. I am sure that there are stages in the investigation of
a case. But if you ask me if they are following up on my daughter's assault
case, of course, as a father, I would not let it go.”

“Do you think there is something mysterious in this case because they have
not been able to catch the perpetrator?”

“I do not think.”

He said simply.

“I am confident that all parties involved in handling this case have done
their best. However, for certain things, as I mentioned at the beginning.”

He paused, as if his next sentence directed at high-ranking officials who

might feel uncomfortable sitting in their seats under the onslaught of public
scrutiny, in almost every way.

“Regardless of the cases that just happened or that happened a long time
ago... if the public asks, they have the right to get the exact truth. Anyone
who tries to hide it should not represent the public. I think that's all.”

“Who distributed that photo?”

Silence enveloped the hallway inside the forensic institute, not even the
sound of breathing could be heard. All the officers bowed their heads, as if
waiting for someone brave, willing to accept severe consequences, to step
forward and take responsibility for this mistake. Otherwise, everyone who
was at the crime scene that morning could be held responsible for what
happened.

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“I asked, who spread the photo? Doesn't anyone want to talk?”

Initially, Dr. Che-ran was the type that few people dared to approach.
Almost all the forensic agents knew how to behave with her when working
on her and knew that they should make as few mistakes as possible. But if
something went wrong, the only thing left was to bow your head and accept
fate.

“Everyone knows that our code of ethics establishes that we must respect
the dead as if they were our own brothers. And let me tell you that I will not
tolerate what happened.”

Che-ran's words were not harsh, nor did she raise her voice, but she
suppressed them, causing the people to drown in guilt. On the other hand,
they asked for prompt justice against the person who leaked the photos.

“Maybe it was an offices from another unit,”

“First I want to check my people. Furthermore, the image was taken from
the crime scene where there was no one except the forensic team and the
police.”

Che-ran emphasized the possibility that the person who had done it was an
official from the forensic institute. But now no one wanted to admit it. She
scanned everyone one by one, not
even excluding her assistant Bank, who was her right-hand man, or the
photographer assigned to the crime scene. However, the leaked image did
not appear to come from a DSLR camera, but was instead taken with a cell
phone.

“If no one wants to admit it, we must all take responsibility together.”

It seemed like a fair approach for all parties involved. Che-rán could not
violate people's rights to request inspection of their phones and social
networks. However, then one of the officers, who had been avoiding eye
contact from the beginning, slowly raised his hand... Everyone turned to
look at him with one eye,

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“Do you have something to say?”

The young officer, who had been on the job for less than a month, looked
like he was about to cry. He said in a trembling voice:

"I took photographs at the crime scene, but I swear I didn't take clear
photographs of the corpse. And the leaked photographs were not taken by
me."

There was an awkward silence after his confession. No one dared to look at
Che-rån now to see what kind of expression he had.

“Why do you have to take photographs? That's your job?”

"No, I just... wanted to make it clear that I was working.”

It was only natural that everyone likes to take photos while working and
post them on their personal social networks. But as Che-ran mentioned
earlier, professional ethics had to be a primary consideration. There was
almost no need to pick up your cell phone while on duty.

“Starting today, you will not be allowed to go to the crime scene and you
will delete all photographs taken at the crime scene.”

The new officer meekly accepted, although the leaked photo might not be
his. But due to the social media frenzy surrounding the unidentified female
victim, crime scene images she shared privately spread into the public
domain, even though her body was not visible. One day, forensic
institutions would definitely investigate and find out who the real culprit
was. Che rán returned to her office after discussing ethics with the new
forensic officer. Her assistant, Bank followed her, while the doctor began
organizing the documents on her desk.

“It could be from the rescue team, doctor. They arrived at the place before
us,"

He said, a little afraid that Ran would scold him. But Che-rån just nodded,
before her assistant decided to say goodbye to her and leave the office,

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leaving her lost in her own thoughts.

She didn't want to sugarcoat the truth as outrage on social media pointed
fingers at the officers involved in the incident. However, distributing or
forwarding images of a deceased person was illegal. Furthermore, if she
herself, as a person directly related to the deceased, turned a blind eye to
ethics, then it was the same as considering someone's death only as a tool to
attract the attention of the social media world

Che ran's phone rang and the screen showed the name 'P'Tul' It had only
been less than two hours since they last saw each other, but she felt as if so
much had happened, leaving her as emotionally drained as if several days
had passed.

[Ran, I know the clinic where the deceased had breast surgery. I'm going
there now.]

Tul headed straight to the plastic surgery hospital as soon as she received
the report. This was not a small clinic like she thought. The building was
large and spanned several blocks, so she had to stop and look around for a
few minutes in front of the entrance, before deciding to enter. The Interior
lobby was spacious and she was immediately greeted by the receptionist at
the front desk

“Have you called or made an appointment with a doctor first?”

She asked with her sweet voice. Tul took out her police badge and revealed
the purpose.

“I am Police. We are investigating a case and found out that the victim had
undergone surgery at this hospital.”

The receptionist's expression suddenly changed in surprise, but she still had
enough control over herself. She asked again in the same polite tone as
before:

"What happened, police officer?"

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“Died. But since we couldn't determine her identity, the medical examiner
found a silicone implant with a serial number compatible with this
hospital.”

Tul explained all the details and showed the documents she had brought.
The young woman in front of Tul raised her hand to cover her mouth,
seeming surprised by the news and immediately nodded, indicating that she
would immediately contact the patient department of the hospital, After
sitting in the lobby for a while, a staff member approached Tul and guided
her to a small examination room where no one else was present. On the
other hand, someone introduced themselves as a representative of the
hospital that had previously treated the woman. Her expression didn't look
good, she hugged the patient's history file to her chest.

“Lieutenant, can I know the details of the case? The hospital is concerned
about violating patient confidentiality if we disclose any information about
the patient.”

“Don't worry, according to the law, the hospital has received permission to
disclose information. The serial number of the silicone found matches the
patient's medical history at this hospital. The police must immediately
discover the identity of the deceased.”

Tul explained, reassuring the hospital's ethical considerations. She

considered herself for a moment before she agreed to place the file on the
table for the policewoman to examine,

“She came to have breast surgery with us four months ago.”

Tul slowly opened the patient file to the first page, showing a brief history
of the operated person. In the corner of the paper was a two-inch portrait
taped. Although the condition of the body could not be determined, her hair
was curly and dyed reddish brown, as soon in the image. The young woman
was so elegant and confident with her makeup that the lieutenant felt her
chest tighten when she thought that the perpetrator had destroyed that face
of hers so that it no longer looked like her original one

Name: Kuljira Chotianan, 24 years old.

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"Chobanan.”

Lieutenant Tul muttered to herself softly, frowning. She seemed as if she

had heard her last name before her.

"Lieutenant, are you sure it's her?"

The staff asked again to confirm. Tul observes her confusion and doubt,
refusing to believe that the dead girl was indeed the person in question.

“The serial number matches the patient's OPD... It's the same person,”

As soon as they heard the police's confirmation, the staff placed their hands
on their chests and exhaled loudly. The silent examination room was
suddenly filled with vivid reactions that made Tul feel strange.

“Please forgive me... I still don't believe it.”

“Who is she? You know her well, right?”

The question that came out of the lieutenant's mouth caused a gasp again,

“Khun Kuljira, is the daughter of real estate businessman Kornchal

Chotianan.”

The investigation team, made up of the Criminal investigation Department

and the Forensic Agency, received information about the deceased as soon
as Tul knew who she was. Tul herself, after leaving the cosmetic surgery
clinic, did not rush to go anywhere. She took her cell phone to look up the
background of 'Kuljira Chotianan' because she was still curious to have
heard of this surname. She wasn't sure where she had heard it before, and
she was sure she had never met anyone with that name before.

The website's search results page displayed results that helped clear her
doubts from the first page by revealing the biography of Kuljira Chotianan:
Real Estate Heiress Ha Khrueanan. Kuljira Chotianan was 22 years old at
the time of the incident, was driving a Maserati car and ran over a disabled

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man crossing a zebra crossing and died instantly. She refused to measure
the amount of alcohol she had drunk Social media was unearthing
information about the Anan Group heiress who ran over a disabled person
and died.

Recalling the incident of the heiress of the real estate king who was drunk
and hit a disabled person, causing his death, Kuljira Chotianan denied all
accusations and emphasized that it was the fault of the deceased… The
family of the deceased cried as they did not receive compensation for the
case, Heiress of Chotianan. The family of Kraisit Wangcharoen, a disabled
man, who died as a result, revealed that they had not received any
compensation from… Summary of the Kuljira Chotianian case

Summary of the Heiress of Chatinan' case o Kuljira Chotianan, the heiress

of the Anan group. real estate company, was acquitted of driving while
intoxicated and running over a disabled person who died instantly....

Related searches:

Chotianan Heir

Kuljira Chotianan, whose daughter?

Kuljira Chotianan Biography

The last case of Kuljira

Tul took a deep breath when she learned the true identity of the dead
woman. Two years earlier. There was a famous case that received a lot of
public attention. During the incident, the rich heiress ran over a disabled
person with her car and died instantly. However, instead of justice being
served to the grieving family, Kuljira Chotianan, the perpettator, managed
to escape all charges. She denied consuming alcohol at the time of the
incident and immediately called her father for help. At that moment,
someone took a photograph of the young woman standing near the car,
making a phone call. In the background you could see the state of the car, a
wheelchair that was overturned and completely destroyed, and the body of a
disabled man who was lying motionless in the area of the zebra crossing.

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After that day, Chotianan family representatives and lawyers exploited legal
loopholes and Miss Kuljira's testimony, claiming that the deceased was
guilty of crossing in front of her car when the pedestrian traffic light turned
red. They proclaimed her innocence, without even compensating or
expressing remorse to the grieving families. The reaction on social media at
the time was intense. News programs on every television station helped
reveal the truth until, over time, the news slowly faded from people's
memories. Although there was still news about the development of the legal
case, the commotion on social networks was not as great as the first day.

The Heiress of Chotianan or 'Kuljiza Chotianan' had escaped punishment

and continued to live a normal and happy life, even though the incident at
that time ended a person's life forever,

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③①

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ᴏɴᴇ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Heartbreaking screams echoed in the deserted hallway of the forensic

institute. Tul, who had just returned from the plastic surgery clinic, realized
that the deceased's family must have arrived shortly before her. She took a
deep breath and looked down at her feet, feeling completely helpless about
what to do next. No matter who the deceased was or how she behaved in
the past, officers should not be prejudiced during the investigation. Tul tried
to separate her personal feelings from her professional duties, because it
was important to uphold this principle. She pushed away the distracting
thoughts of her before entering the morgue

Che-rán was inside with the other forensic officers, looking at each other as
the lieutenant arrived. In front of her was the lifeless body of Kuljira
Chotianan, with a white cloth wrapped around her body up to her face.
Unlike other bodies that required facial confirmation from someone close,
they couldn't do that with Kuljira.

The three relatives of the deceased were around the body. Also present was
the head of the Chotianan family, a man Tul often saw in newspapers,
magazines or on social media. He owned a real estate company that
developed residential and condominium projects. The man, in his fifties,
seemed to be as distressed as his wife, although he did not express it. His
other son, judging by his school uniform, appears to be a high school
student. He held his mother from falling to the ground, unable to look at his
sister's body.

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“They have come this far, why haven't they caught the perpetrator yet?
What are the police doing?”

The head of the real estate conglomerate shouted, his voice echoed
throughout the room. He looked around, looking for someone to bear the
brunt of his wrath. At that moment, Tul stepped forward, looking directly at
his angry gaze.

“You're a police officer, right?”

He continued yelling, his eyes lowering to focus on the woman's police

badge.

“Call your boss. I need to talk to someone who understands this problem
and can handle it immediately..”

“I am the person in charge of this case. Now we…”

“I just want to talk to the commander, Tech... I know him, Tell him I need to
talk to him now.”

The man in front of her didn't even hear Tul's words. He pointed his finger
at her face before giving her order nonchalantly, not caring how she felt.
Che-rán, unable to remain silent any longer, cast a reproachful look at the
man who showed no respect for others.

“If there is anything you need, you can tell Lieutenant Tul. She was the one
who investigated the plastic surgery clinic and managed to identify Miss
Kuljira.”

The patriarch took a few minutes to respond and it was clear that he did not
entirely agree. His eyes were filled with doubt and disbelief that the officer
in this room could do justice to her daughter

“Weren't you the ones who leaked the photo of my daughter's corpse?”

His tone was bitter, accusing Che-rán without giving her space to reply.
Although the incident did not originate from The forensic institute, as the

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main doctor in charge of the crime scene, she still felt responsible for the
situation

"I will speak to the commander and convey this matter only to the special
investigation unit,"

Mr. Chotianan gave an ultimatum. He held his wife and his son by the
shoulders, who did not open their mouths to speak to anyone, whether they
were forensic doctors or police officers. After the deceased's relatives left,
only a few officers remained to finish the job. Lieutenant Tul herself had
not left yet, she followed her lover to the front of the private room. Since
the call for attention due to the leaked photos of the corpse, Che-rån still
had not said a word. Watching the young woman take off her robe and hang
it on the railing behind her desk, she noticed her worried appearance as she
rarely looked like this..

“As I said... about the photo of the body, they could be members of the
rescue team. They arrived at the place before the inspector,"

Tul said. She didn't want to point fingers, but if the perpetrator wasn't a
member of the police who was called in to investigate after hearing the
news, nor was it something from a forensic institute, then it could have been
someone else who did it.

“I can't run away from that problem.”

Che-rån spoke softly, with her shoulders drooping. Both sides of her face
fell as she lowered her head to rearrange the documents neatly arranged on
the desk.

“Do you want me to find out who that person is?”

Tul looked at her lover who had stopped her actions. She pursed her lips as
if trying to restrain herself from showing her weakness to anyone, but in the
end Che ran had to give in again. She turned to Tul as she stretched out her
arms, and Tul immediately reached out to hug her.

"It's not your fault, Ran,"

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The lieutenant raised her hand to gently stroke her brows hair, hoping to
comfort her. She could understand the feelings of someone who had never
made a mistake before and she didn't want anything bad to happen.
Although it was not Che-rán's fault, as she was the one confronting the
deceased's relatives, it was not easy to accept any evil that had occurred.

“I'm a little upset. He didn't use nice words.”

“Just let him talk, You usually don't care much about those things. Why are
you being so sensitive now?”

Tul answered honestly. Regardless of how others belittled her, Che rán
always responded with work efficient enough to silence them. Now it was
different because the usually strong doctor seemed vulnerable. But that
didn't mean that Tul wouldn't like her or that she wouldn't be by her side to
comfort her until she felt better.

"When he spoke I didn't even listen..."

She said in a dull voice because she buried her face in Tul's shoulder.

“I'm also menstruating, and that makes me much more sensitive…”

Tul smiled widely as her lover confessed. To be honest, she didn't care
much about the relatives of the deceased who would hand the case over to
someone to investigate. However, she had done her job to the best of her
ability. Although Che-rán did not cry or shed tears, the dropping corners of
her mouth made Tul's heart soften. So she lifted her face and used her lips
to gently kiss her fringed forehead, hoping to ease some of her worries.

“You always make me feel good.”

“Hmm.”

“Yes before, no matter how bad things were, I always found a way to do it.
Unlike now, where we tended to seek each other out, relying on warmth and
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a loss or not, the answer was no. Knowing that someone loves us always
makes us feel better.”

Ten minutes later, Tul helped the doctor pack her things. Dusk passed and
darkness enveloped the city inside and outside the halls of the building,
Inside the forensic institute building, lights. Illuminated the hallway as the
two walked home together.

“Ran, do you know who the deceased and her family are!”

Tul asked her what she had been thinking since she returned from the
surgical hospital. Che-rán nodded, she remembered it as soon as she knew
the deceased's last name,

“I know, it was big news at the time.”

“The tragic accident at that time went viral overnight, including the
behavior of the perpetrator who did not regret the incident. They did not
even compensate the families of the deceased. Furthermore, the legal
process could not provide justice as it should have.”

“I should probably look up the family of the disabled person who died...
But as far as remember, he only had one mother, right?”

“Yes, I do remember correctly... When the reporters went to the interview,

the only one there was his mother.”

Lieutenant Tul secretty sighed. It would be difficult if this cruel murderer

was an elderly woman living alone after losing her disabled son. She
probably wouldn't have had the strength to pick up a young woman and
torture her by repeatedly beating her until she died. But she should not
discriminate because of her feelings. From the description of the case, there
was no doubt that there were people who might have held a grudge against
the deceased. Tul had to meet the disabled man's mother to ask her about
the date of the incident and what she was doing at the time and if there were
witnesses who could confirm it.

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“Let's consider if this has anything to do with the incident where Kuljira
once hit a disabled person while driving. Could it be that the perpetrator
broke both legs to look like the disabled person? Do you think that is
possible?”

“But why did he have to bend a leg? It was enough to hit her.”

Che rån raised a slight objection, not because she disagreed with Tul's
hypothesis. Each considers various possibilities, reasons, and all possible
scenarios regarding the perpetrator's intentions.

“Perhaps it has nothing to do with the state of the victim's body after being
hit by a car, don't you think?”

“No, he had a motorcycle accident before and they had to amputate both his
legs. Of course, he didn't have any legs beat.”

Tul had a hard time thinking of anything she might have missed. But what
was certain was that Kuljira Chotianan behaved badly with the man's death.
She did not even agree to pay compensation, much less was she willing to
meet with the relatives of her deceased two years earlier. The more she
thought about it, the more she didn't understand.

“We can put that matter aside for now. I have something to say… Before
you arrived Tul, the deceased's family had a fight because no one was with
her before she died. From what I heard... The deceased probably moved to
live alone in her condo, she no longer lived with her family. You could try
to get the CCTV footage in the condo and maybe find out when she left and
at what time.”

“Um, I'll continue the investigation.”

Che-rán nodded. Arriving at a red Mazda car parked in front of the building,
the doctor turned to Tul when they had to say goodbye.

“Where did you park, P'Tul?”

“Over there. There is no regular parking here, only for doctors.”

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Previously, when she joked without choosing the moment, she might have
been criticized by Che-rán's critical gaze, but not now, because instead she
received a sweet smile.

“Please return carefully.”

“You too. I'll text you when I get home.”

Tul leaned over to kiss Ran's shoulder through her shirt, not afraid of
anyone accidentally seeing her. Che rán got into the car. It took her less
time than usual to prepare to move. She left without forgetting to say
goodbye to the person who was still there, waiting until the red Mazda was
gone before returning to her car that was parked nearby.

As soon as the name of the victim of that horrendous murder case was
revealed, more than half of the public, expressed sympathy for the victim,
including his family members. Although they did not know the reason for
the incident, most people called the perpetrator a 'despicable murderer.
Although there could be differences of opinion regarding the methods and
seriousness of the acts committed, a sense of moral responsibility still made
people believe that wrong doers should be brought to justice through legal
processes, rather than facing criminal charges, death at the hands of others.

However, there was a group of people who had a different opinion. In the
past, Kuljira Chotianan was not even punished for her actions that ended the
disabled man's life. The public's anger, which had not completely
disappeared, made them consider the actions of the 'heinous murderer
justified, and only then did their relief begin to emerge. When the justice
system failed to provide justice to those who had the money to pay the law,
accepting this violent treatment. Instead, they sympathized by ensuring that
the perpetrator was not caught or received as little punishment as possible.

Like 18 years ago... When a serial killer whose victim was a prostitute, was
hailed as a hero. If Mr. Wisut had not left this world first, he would

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probably be arrested and interrogated again. Although more than half of the
people were beginning to question the same direction thinking That...
Maybe the serial killer was never caught.. And he was back

Lieutenant Tul set out on a journey to search for the mother of a disabled
man who died two years earlier due to the accident. A woman approaching
retirement age rented an apartment and lived alone. She supported herself
by working as a domestic worker. As far as she could remember, when the
media focused on the family of the deceased, they followed her trend and
started interviewing her and as a mother she announced two changes in her
life. . . First, there was accident that caused her son to lose hath legs.. And
second, a second accident, but this time it cost his son his life and he would
never go back.

Tul sat across from the mother of the disabled man who was struggling to
make ends meet In these difficult times. Although life was quite difficult
due to the rising cost of living, she still had to bear her mind tormented by
the death of his son. She was clearly distrustful of her own actions before
the police, as if she feared that if she showed any symptoms, she would
immediately become a suspect.

“Auntie, don't worry. I'm not here to question you or anything like that.”

“I understand, Police. If you want to know something, you can ask me.”

The aunt responded humbly.

“Can you tell me something? Last Tuesday, from afternoon until morning,
what did you do and where were you?”

“I was in my room, I got home from work around five in the afternoon. I
also bought two portions of food. You can try asking the curry rice seller in
the market,"

She replied without wasting time composing or thinking about the words,
perhaps due to past experiences when asked harshly. Tul documerited

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everything she said in a notebook before the other party continued

speaking.

“I just stay in my room, eat, do housework, watch TV, maybe fall asleep at
9 pm. I don't go anywhere.”

For some reason, Tul believed that this old woman was not lying. With the
CCTV camera evidence that the lieutenant first asked the flat owner to look
at, she also went a long way to confirming this. The aunt came back from
work with two plastic bags of carry in her hand and she didn't go out again
all night. There was no way she could commit murder and get past the
security cameras. The address and location of the incident were also very
far away, it would take more than an hour if there were no traffic jams.
Therefore, Lieutenant Tul ruled her out as a suspect. But before she said
goodbye in her, the aunt asked a question.

“Police... Is it true that both of the criminal's legs were crushed?”

Tul was slient for a moment. The condition of the body was no longer a
secret, especially when leaked images were released allowing the general
public to see the dramatic end of the Chotlanan heiress. The lieutenant
nodded and the old woman took a deep breath before speaking again.

“I have always believed that anyone who makes a mistake will face the
consequences, but I never thought that would happen in this life... I'm
sorry.”

Tul remained silent, without saying a word. No one could predict whether
the law of karma was seal or not. Will those who make mistakes really face
consequences and feel remorse beforehand? Before this time, the disabled
man's remaining family members had to endure the torment of losing him.
Although the court acquitted Kaljiru, allowing her to live a happy life with
her wealth, unlike the old woman sitting befare Tul, her face was dark with
sadness. Until now, whatever the reason, Tul didn't really believe in the law
of karma. However, when the law could not provide justice to the grieving
family, at least there was still 'karma' for those who believed in its
existence.

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The atmosphere inside the Central Bureau of Investigation was tense,

especially amid the struggle to cope with the pressure of overwhelming
media coverage. The supreme commander issued an order to hold a meeting
and summon all relevant personnel, including those from various
departments. Also present was inspector Pichet, head of the Criminal
Investigation Division, sitting at the head of the table, surrounded by the
assembled public, discussing the case of the murder of Kuljira Chotianan,

The inspector from one of the divisions was present to give a progress
report, summarizing all the information collected by the police officers.

“On Tuesday, July 2, the body of an unknown young woman was found, it
was later determined that it was Kuljira Chotianan, the daughter of Mr.
Kornchai Chotianan.”

“Let's skip it. We already know those basic details, Tech said with a hint of
annoyance in his voice.”

"Yes sir"

The inspector stammered, turning the page he had prepared to address this
meeting. His hands were shaking slightly and he didn't even lift his face to
look the Commander in the eyes.

“On the day the body was discovered, no wallet or cell phone, nor any other
items belonging to Khun Kuljira, were found. The Criminal Investigation
Division speculates that the perpetrator deliberately destroyed items that
would help identify her identity rather than simply stealing valuables.”

“Have you checked the telephone network?”

“An investigation of the cell phone network revealed that the last place she
visited was the crime scene. As for her laptop found in her condo, there
were no social media logins or records of contacting anyone for a date.
There was no clear evidence that she was going to meet anyone.”

The entire room fell silent as everyone held their breath, waiting for Big
Tech to speak. He was contemplating, looking for the quietest way out. In

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just a few weeks, he would have to resign as commander to run for election.
Especially when opposition leaders had given interviews to the media and
used subtle pressure tactics on him. Big Tech's situation was worsening,
raising concerns within the ruling party. Therefore, he must immediately
expedite the closing of the murder case involving the Chotianan heiress.

“Did anyone hold a grudge against the deceased? Investigate this. Look for
those who could benefit from your businesses..”.

“The investigation is ongoing, sir. I am Inspector Pichet, who is

investigating this case,"

Inspector Pichet responded through the microphone before reporting

directly to the commander.

“After conducting an investigation, we learned that the dereased worked

with Mr. Korachai, her father, in the project marketing department and often
interacted with clients, but There is no evidence to suggest that anyone
benefited from her death. My team has investigated members of her family,
but that's all we've been able to gather so far.”

The Inspector did not forget to mention that the work was not his. Who
would have thought that in the morning Lieutenant Tul would come and
report her progress without him asking until she could report it in time at
the meeting?

“So…”

Big Tech was obviously reluctant to speak,

“What do the relatives of the disabled person who died from the Khun
Kuljira attack say?”

The heads of each division lowered their heads, some people cleared their
throats in embarrassment. Everyone knew about the accident two years ago.
There was no evidence to suggest that the perpetrator could be one of the
deceased's relatives who hated Kuljira. That seemed highly unlikely, since
everyone harbored his anger to some degree

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“No, Mr. Kraisit Wangcharoen, he only have his mother left. She is now 58
years old, she lives in an apartment in the Khlong Tan area and works as a
maid in the same area, which is dozens of kilometers from the crime scene.
There is no possibility that she committed the warder,”

The inspector reported according to Lieutenant Tul's explanation after going

to question her. Big Tech didn't respond immediately, he was lost in his own
thoughts for a while.

“Sir, seeing the way the murderer acted, could it be an imitation of the case
from eighteen years ago?”

“Another imitation? Mr. Jaroon, do you think it is a trend that young people
like today, like clothing and footwear? If you see people killing like this,
will you follow them no? Do you want me to answer the journalists'
question that way?”

Tech interrupted with a long sentence dismissing the opinion of the

inspector who dared to speak in the middle of the silence.

"I hereby order that the investigation focus on the possibility that the
suspect is a person who holds a grudge against the deceased, a person who
may have benefited from her death,"

He finally said quietly. The gaze of the most powerful person in the room
swept over the attendees one by one, slowly.

“I will soon have to resign from my position. I don't want any unresolved
problems, I want this case closed forever. On behalf of the Central
Commissioner of investigative Police, I will assume final responsibility for
this case. I ask for cooperation from all of you.”

Kawin entered a restaurant due to an old friend's meeting request. His

handsome face did not seem to be in a good mood because the place he was
heading to was outside, with no air conditioning to relieve the heat, even
though the wind was blowing comfortably. Tihn raised his hand from the

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dining table at the end to call out to his friend, who continued to move his
neck to relieve the heat as she walked towards him. The elegant young man
pulled out his chair and sat down opposite Tihn. His eyes swept over with a
hint of disappointment, trusting his friend's instincts to choose a restaurant,
but he never expected his to find out in this place.

“What? Are you very hot?”

Tihn observed all his movements. He didn't expect his friend to be so hot
until a few drops of sweat appeared, in the point of feeling guilty for calling
him here.

“Um, I'm hot. Thailand is getting hotter, I'm not used to it. Wherever I go
there is always air coriditioning,"

He said as he took a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat. He honestly

didn't want his friend to worry about that, but this heat didn't allow him to
express himself.

“I'm sorry, I saw that they had craft beer here. You were complaining about
wanting a drink."

Tihn assured his friend while offering her the restaurant's signature
alcoholic beverage. Then the waiter came over to give them the menu,
inviting the two to choose their dishes. Kawin observed everything with a
look that seemed to ignore each element.

“Please place the order for me, whatever is fine. Get the beer first if you
can,”

Kawin replied, letting his friend take the job in choosing. Tihn ordered
several dishes according to the instructions, Most of them were dishes that
he had eaten before when he went there with his sister, as well as
recommended menus at this restaurant. He did not forget to order a glass of
beer for his friend and after a while, the employee brought the glass, which
was soaked because of how cold it was, and served it on the table. Kawin's
mood immediately seemed to improve when he tasted the yollow beer.

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The different dishes were served in stages and many times Kawin asked
him to help him pour the bone broth into small bowls. Tihn explained and
fulfilled the order, squeezing in some lime for flavor before handing the
bowl to Kawin. This happened because at gatherings with a large group of
friends, he would almost always suggest what everyone should cat and how
to enjoy each dish, just as he did when he was the star chef of a hotel.

“If I don't have you, how can I eat something delicious, Chef Tihn?”

Kawin said as he compared the sizzling beef ribs served on the table.

“How should I eat this?”

"Put it in your mouth and chew, you idiot,"

Tihn mocked until they both burst out laughing. The conversation at the
table developed slowly, as old friends used to do. They chatted and
exchanged ideas urntil Tihn took the opportunity to ask about something he
did to her... Having to make an appointment with his friend to meet,

“A few days ago Tul asked me about you, about how you attacked a sex
worker... Did you really do it?”

It was a question that didn't give the other a chance to think, Kawin looked
up from his plate of food and rolled his eyes as if he remembered what he
had done.

“Because? Are you going to arrest me?”

“Not yet, but maybe I'll call you to question you. So did you really do it?”

Kawin declined to answer directly. He looked at his friend's face as he

thought, why was he the one researching something about him and not his
sister? He put the cutlery down until he heard the sound of it hitting the
plate before reaching for the beer to rinse his mouth until the glass was
empty.

"Tell me,"

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Tihn hurried, but his friend motioned for the staff to refill his glass.

“Okay, I'll tell you.”

The man's white face began to turn red from the beer.

“Yes, I hired a woman. She agreed from the beginning that she would do
something strong. I like it like this..... It's my own taste.”

Tihn narrowed his eyes that resembled his younger sister's, wanting to find
fault or read his friend's thoughts. They served a glass of fresh, cold beer to
Kawin, who tried to explain what had happened to his old friend.

“You may not understand. But I've had it since I lived with my ex wife. I
would find a trick or make it more painful and more powerful. That made
me like it even more. But, every woman hired agreed with everything I did,
but this woman was very hurt and maybe she couldn't take it, so she
reported it to the police and accused me of hurting her.”

Kawin felt upset because in the end there was a talkative person who
accused him to the police, but he did not expect that this police officer
turned out to be the younger sister of his friend. He still remembered the
time she kicked his shin with all her might just because she didn't like him

“Maybe you went too far and that's why she report you,”

“The others were able to tolerate it and I gave them more money to treat
their wounds. I don't see the need to file charges against the police,”

Kawin denied responsibility. He raised his glass and drank again to get rid
of his irritation. But that didn't continue any further because Tihn decided
not to ask any more.

“By the way, are you replacing your sister to investigate me? Because she is
currently investigating an important case, right?”

“Danum Win, do you also follow the news of this country? I don't believe
it.”

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“I saw it, the news was very viral. Or are you the one who doesn't follow
the news?”

"I saw it too,"

Tihn put down the cutlery when he finished all the food on his plate. He
took the remaining half of the beer, but before raising it to drink, he spoke
again.

“Who do you think who did it? Police said it was probably someone who
had a grudge against the deceased, but there is no solid evidence yet.”

“Your sister is a police officer, Instead of asking me, did you ask her? How
could I know?”

He said as he leaned back in the chair. The wind was blowing hard so it
wasn't too hot. The weather was cool and humid, it looked like it was going
to rain soon...

“But I think the perpetrator will be caught soon. If a family with money like
that is involved, they won't let it go anymore. Have you seen the body? It's
very scary.”

Tihn looked skeptical at those words.

“Where did you see?”

“In a tweet, at that time I wanted to know, so I went to see when they said
that photos had been leaked, but now they are all deleted. Her parents also
sued everyone who leaked the photos of the body. But I don't know how
they were able to track it, the cyber police work quickly.”

He took the glass again and drank the beer even though his body slowly
began to turn red from her face, along his neck and arms.

"Damn, but I think she deserves it. In the case where she once drove and
killed someone, she got away with it easily. Those rich people have so
much influence in this country. They just snap their fingers and they will get
their way. Did you even know that rich people despise each other? Those

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who have been rich for generations look down on people who just got rich,
even they look down on me.”

Kawin continued to babble non-stop, his voice filled with annoyance and
the effects of the alcohol made him open up more easily. There seemed to
be a history or connection between him and the deceased, which Tihn noted
in the story.

“You mean... you also know Kuljira?”

The clock on the wall read past nine o'clock at night, but the lights in the
criminal investigation office were still on. Que of the police officers was
heard snoring, asking for time to sleep for a while before continuing with
his work. While another person was still sitting at her desk, her eyes were
fixed on the computer screen playing CCTV footage. To the right of her
was a box of food that the doctor had given her and a cup of Americano so
she could spend the night. CCTV footage had not yet revealed any major
clues as to who the deceased met.

The sound of snoring continued to be loud, but Lieutenant Tul didn't mind it
at all. The truth was it was nice to have companions by your side. Since Jew
was hospitalized, she rarely worked with anyone. After splitting the task of
reviewing the collected CCTV footage, she decided not to return until she
found something. Kuljira's Mercedes Benz was found parked in the
condominium, Police found her car keys in her room, leading them to
believe the person she was with may have picked her up. However,
although CCTV footage from the condo's elevator and lobby captured it
around 9 pm, once Kuljira left the condo building, she was never seen again
by anyone or the CCTV cameras.

Kuljira mysteriously disappeared. Only mobile network data showed that

she had arrived at the crime scene before she died.. All of Kuljira's friends
unanimously said that they did not call her anywhere. Her family didn't
know either because they hadn't lived together since the deceased moved in
alone. Nothing bad had ever happened until this incident.

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Tul closed her eyes, which felt hot from forcing herself to stare at the
computer screen for too long. She moved her neck, which was beginning to
hurt. She had never before handled a case as dark and complicated as this
one. However, despite her best efforts, there was still no evidence linking
her to the perpetrator. That person was extremely careful, left no trace,
avoided CCTV cameras, and planned meticulously as if he were creating a
masterpiece to show to the world.

The young lieutenant let out a loud sigh, but it was drowned out by a loud
snore. She replayed the CCTV video clip again...

A knock on the door caught the attention of Che ran who was reading a
book, and when she turned around she saw her father opening the door. The
little cat, who was lying on the bed, raised his head slightly to see who was
disturbing his sleep.

“Haven't you fallen asleep yet?”

The father said when he saw his daughter still reading a book at the table.
Che-ran took a bookmark to separate the pages she was reading before
closing them.

“Dad, what's wrong?”

Professor Rakkit came over and sat on Ran's bed. He reached out and
stroked the soft fur of the cat that had been watching him since he was at
the door, and slowly stretched his body to let Grandpa rub his stomach.

"I'm worried about the case you're working on."

The father was not telling the complete information, but Che-rán knew very
well what he meant,

That case had been a source of news since it occurred. The condition of the
corpse's face was so damaged that it was almost unrecognizable, and no one
could confirm whether it was a replica of the previous case or not.

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However, the elderly medical examiner from the institute of Forensic

Medicine seemed quite worried,

He was aware of pressures within the institution, including the police

headquarters, Indicating that senior officials did not want the case to be
widely publicized. The best course of action was to control it and keep it a
secret. That night, Professor Rakkit received a call from the central
investigation commander directly related to the murder case.

“I would like to request the cooperation of the institute of Forensic

Medicine, as well as the professor himself. If the media comes to request
interviews, please do not speculate that this case may be related to someone
else, whether it is a replica or the case from eighteen years ago.”

Professor Rakkit emphasized that he was not involved in the decision-

making process. He currently only holds the position of consultant.
However, he could understand what Lieutenant Colonel Tech wanted, even
if it meant suppressing people like this. Because of a case from eighteen
years ago, his wife was the victim of a cold-blooded murderer.

“I have fulfilled my duties, dad. It is up to the police to investigate further.

You don't have to worry,”

Che-rån responded, knowing very well what was worrying her father, but
she didn't want to mix personal matters with her work duties.

“I know... But if something happens again, can you promise not to force
yourself?”

No one could predict that nothing bad would happen again. The retiree once
promised himself that he would not allow any incident to disturb the peace
of his daughter since the day her mother died. As he struggles with the
question of why he had to be her mother, the father tries to find an answer
that would fit each stage of her childhood. Until she finally discovered the
truth that she continued to hurt her emotions many times.

"I’ll promise,"

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The daughter promised her relieved father. Her rough hands, which had
endured more than sixty years of worldly experience, caressed the soft light
brown hair of her little girl

“If there is something, tell me or Tul if you don't want to talk to me,”

The name that came out of her father's mouth made the young woman purse
her lips, unable to understand what was
happening.

“Thank you for taking it to present it to me.”

"Father, it seems as if you have never seen her."

Che ran looked at her father who was standing next to her with a big smile.
From some angles, he looked younger.

“I mean bring her as your girlfriend. I used to feel guilty because I kept
recommending people you didn't like. Now you found Tul. She alone and
she’s much better than all those that I look for you.”

The conversation between father and daughter was mixed with laughter as
they remembered the days that had passed.
Che-rán's phone rang and the name "P"Tul' appeared on the screen that her
father could see and did not want to pay attention,

“Dad, you can go. Say goodbye little mushroom.”

The respected person turned around to say goodbye to the cat in two voices
before leaving his daughter's room. Che ran answered the phone when the
door was closed. The voice of tiredness from working overtime came loudly
from the other end of the phone. P'Tul continued to complain and beg non-
stop, causing a smile to spread across her sweet face.

A week had passed, but in the Kuljira murder case the identity of the
perpetrator had not yet been found. The police had raised several
hypotheses about who was behind the shocking incident and how they
managed to trick the deceased into leaving her residence, evading the

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numerous CCTV cameras in the capital, which could not capture the image
of the young woman, and the mysterious figure, who took her.

The best news in recent days was that Jew had been released from the
hospital and returned to work two days earlier. But the bad news was that
they didn't return home the night before because they were too busy
watching CCTV footage of the crime scene late into the night and decided
to stay the night. Tul allowed Jew to sleep on the couch because she didn't
want her to be hurt again if she could move her neck again and chose to
sleep on the floor with a blanket.

Shortly before three in the morning, Tul gave up on the computer screen.
Her eyes began to sting, making her unable to see anything else. However,
just as her head was about to fall onto the pillow, she had to get up again
because her cell phone suddenly rang loudly. Inwardly, she thought that if
she had fallen asleep from the beginning, she would feel better than this.
Jew barely moved when Tul received the call. If it hadn't been for Inspector
Pichel's call, she would have said harsh words. Additionally, people who
don't get enough sleep tend to be irritable.

[Lieutenant Tul, where are you? Can you come to the crime scene now?]

The lieutenant did not respond, but her silence could be interpreted as:
What happened, inspector?"

[Someone found the body of a man lying in a pool of blood on the grounds
of Chanwit Pittaya School.]

The inspector's voice sounded worried. He took a deep breath before saying
the last sentence.

[His face was also completely destroyed, as was... Kuljira.]

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③②

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ᴛᴡᴏ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

WARNING: This chapter contains scenes of violence and murder.

The Chanwit Pittaya School marching band loudly played the national
anthem at exactly eight in the morning, as it did every day. The faint
chanting could be heard from the students standing in a row on the field,
from high school freshmen to seniors, who would soon face their
graduation exams. When the national anthem ended, Instead of the usual
moming prayers, a teacher's voice echoed through microphones across the
field.

(Dear students, the principal did not hear you sing the national anthem.
Therefore, I would like to ask everyone to sing the national anthem again in
a louder voice. The marching band will play the song again. As for the flag,
it is not necessary to lower it again),

The end of the sentence from the teacher who acted as the morning
announcer made all the students look at each other in confusion. There was
a loud murmur throughout the field before the sound of the national anthem
returned making the children sing louder than belose, Although I didn't
really understand what they were doing, it was better to do it so I wouldn't
have to sing again. As soon as the playing of the national anthem ended, the
entire field was silent for a moment, waiting for the teacher to announce
whether they had passed or not

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(Still not satisfactory, but acceptable. Then we continue with the prayer.
Please everyone maintain the same standard.)

Almost all the students put their hands together to pray, except for people of
different religions who simply remained silent. The morning sunlight began
to spread across the skin of the high school students. They were lined up in
a field with a roof to help protect them, except for the late students, whose
heads were filled with sunlight. In their hearts they prayed that this
morning's prayers would and soon. However, the results were not as
expected, when the same teacher prevented the children from returning to
class.

(...Director Kanok, who has just returned from a study trip to Singapore,
wants to talk to you.)

This was definitely not something pleasant for the students. Honestly, there
may be some who would take advantage of that short time to rush through
their homework. Some kids don't even care who had something to say. They
turned their backs on him to talk to their friends, it was a way to pass the
time while the director went on stage and spoke loudly into the microphone.

“Hello, my dear students.”

A man approaching retirement age with a plump body, half bald and greasy
head, with gray white hair hanging on the sides of his temples that he tried
to comb carefully, those bright eyes looked around as if observing the
behavior of each student....

"Hello everyone,"

He repeated once again, in the same cheerful tone as before. The response
was no different than the first. Only a few children looked at the director
who was on the stage, but they did not respond either.

“Hello students. According to etiquette, when someone says hello, how do

we respond?”

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There was a moment of silence in confusion as they heard the director's

strange demands. Teachers from each grade stood to control the line of
children, gesturing for them to follow the wishes of the person on the
podium in front of the flagpole.

“Hello, hello.”

The director similed satisfied at the greetings of the students, feeling all
eyes on him. Maybe it was because the distance was far enough that he
couldn't notice the confused looks in the children's eyes. Some of them
turned their heads and whispered to their close friends, with words that
probably would not enter the old man's ears. Director Kanok continued in a
soothing voice.

“Last week I made a study visit to the Sunyu private school in Singapore,
As you know, Singapore is a country that excels in developing its human
resources, making its citizens among the best in Asia. Although it is a small
country, this country makes use of all its resources, its power is more
efficient and it attracts many tourists every year....”

The situation among the students returned to normal, meaning that no one
was paying attention to the principal's conversation. The children bowed
their heads, whispering to talk about more interesting topics instead of
listening to Mr. Kanok's ramblings. Even the teachers were engrossed in
their own conversations. Few people at the school really absorbed the
principal's intricate speech.

“Did you know that Singapore is home to a diverse population of various

ethnicities? Sunyu Private School also welcomes students from various
countries who will become quality citizens of their country. I really hope
that one day you too become a qualified citizen, citizens of our country,”

The sunlight became more intense every second. Many students ran out of
things to talk about and turned their attention to the director on stage who
was still speaking. That gave them another new topic to gossip about, with
some people saying,

"When will the director stop talking?",

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And others who were trying to listen and managed to pick up on some
points, saying to their friends,

“He's using the school's budget' to go to Singapore' or 'Last semester he also

went to Japan.”

“Next week we will welcome a school evaluation committee that will

review our school, both the facilities and the way it is taught. As Chanwit
Pittaya School competes to win the White School Award for the third year
in a row, teachers will need to work together with all students, alumni and
supporters to compete for this prestigious award.”

Instead of sparking enthusiasm and helping students, these motivational

speeches actually became a source of irritation for listeners. However, it
seemed that the director could not differentiate between dissatisfaction,
thinking that murmurs of dissatisfaction were a positive response.

There was no one in the school who did not know the reputation of Mr.
Kanok, who had just moved to Chanwit Pittaya School two years ago. Day
by day his work became more visible to the eyes of the school children.
This meant that nothing he did at school produced results. He often received
complaints that something was broken, whether it was the bathroom or the
fan in the classroom. But the principal said that the school did not have
enough budget to repair that part. Even the damaged bathrooms had to be
closed for a semester. Additionally, students had to raise their own money to
purchase and install new fans.

As for fixing some things, it was indeed difficult for the director. At that
time, in his first year on the job, he demolished the school's auditorium and
built a new one with a budget of five million baht. Because construction
took more than a year, students were unable to use the area.

Until the end of last year, the new auditorium building was finished, but it
was not much different from the old building, just renovated with some
additional air conditioning. However, there was an opening ceremony led
by the director, which earned him praise for the project. To the surprise of
the students, it turned out that the new auditorium hall was not built for
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income for the school, especially considering the large number of air
conditioners installed.

After completing the activity of lining up to salute the national flag in the
morning, the students in each row separated and walked to their respective
classes. The talking points that led to heated arguments never ended. Due to
the principal's selfishnesa, none of the students respected him. Not to
mention that he rarely showed his face as he should because he only took
the time to go on a study trip abroad, or rather spend the school budget to
have fun, seeking happiness. But Mr. Kanok never seemed to care about
that. He barely heard the protesting voices of the students, even the teachers
who were his subordinates.

Those who cooperated with him would obtain direct and indirect benefits,
which is why almost no one dared to oppose his manipulative behavior. Any
teacher who protested would face internal harassment within the school. In
the end, some teachers chose to behave because they couldn't take it
anymore.

Principal Kanok walked confidently, receiving greetings from the teachers

as they passed him on the way. He called out to a group of male students
who were about to swerve to avoid him, insisting that they stop and greet
him. He scolded a boy because his shirt wasn't tucked into his pants, before
launching into a boring lecture about school rules and regulations. When the
bell rang to signal the start of the first class, he reluctantly let the children
go, allowing them to go up to the building

The principal's office is located on the lower floor of the school building.
The air conditioner immediately cooled the room when Director Kanok
opened the door, Inside, the spacious room was decorated with a prominent
shrine in front, where the owner of the office could bow and pay respects to
him at any time. In the center of the room was a set of sofas for guests. In
the deepest part was a teak table so well made that rarely used it,

His way of life was very different from where the nearly two thousand
students at Chanwit Pittaya School lived, who had to deal with hot
classrooms and rely on ool, obsolete equipment.. Some items had been
passed down from generation to generation and many had broken down

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without being repaired or replaced. They felt abandoned by the director,

who cared little about their well-being and who treated them as if they were
insignificant.

Hashtag #famousschoolsinthel adpraodistrict

It had been trending on social media for some time, flooded with messages
from several students who could no longer tolerate the principal's behavior.
However, despite an investigation by a Ministry of Education committee,
the principal did not suffer any consequences because he provided a
detailed explanation of the school budget and showed how it was used for
various beneficial purposes. After that, news about the Chanwit Pittaya
School gradually disappeared from public debate. Until the day of judgment
arrived.

On Friday night, director Chanwit Pittaya stopped by to have fun at a

massage parlor in the Ratchada area where he was a regular customer,
completely naked, in a bathtub full of soap bubbles, surrounded by pretty
girls who never stopped pampering him. He always bragged about his
wealth and traveling to various countries. Regardless of how others saw it,
to him, it was just an ordinary pursuit of happiness for a man with abundant
wealth. The fleeting nature of wealth did not concem him, as he had a way
of continuing to accumulate wealth, even if it meant having to endure the
suffering of others. It was a lifestyle that, for him, did not require validation
from anyone, not even the hundreds or thousands of people who suffered
under his leadership.

After finishing his pampering, surrounded by the fragrant aroma of soap,

the director put on the clothes he had taken off earller: his favorite dark
green silk shirt. He sprayed himself with a lot of perfume to cover up the
remains of his wife's secret trip, before finally saying goodbye to the young
woman who accompanied him to the exit of the massage parlor, like a
father leaving his daughter.

The underground car park was relatively quiet, there were no people and no
parking fees, because few people dared to enter except the occasional
customers. Most were farmiliar faces and were used to free parking. A fat
man walked down a dimly lit street, taking his car keys out of his pocket.

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He opened the door of his second-hand Mercedes, a relic from the 90s that
he bought, because he likes old things

The director climbed into the car, his leather seat creaking loudly as he sat
in it, before slamming the door shut with a loud slam. He took his time
adjusting, first starting the engine and then adjusting the seat to his liking.
He tuned the radio to his favorite station and listened to a talk show about
Buddhism without realizing that he was not alone in the car.
Something resembling a rope appeared in front of Director Kanok. Without
even having time to scream for help, the object immediately strangled his
neck hard, harder... and harder as he struggled. He tried to remove the rope
that was strangling his neck. His legs kicked and he nonked repeatedly with
his hands, banging, but no sound came out. Disadvantaged in both strength
and cunning by being attacked from behind, the director finally lost self-
awareness and did not move

The rain fell continuously, hitting the concrete floor covered with dark
green paint, which was an outdoor sports field, puddles of water were
everywhere. Drop by drop of rain caused the old man to wake up and find
himself lying on the ground, unable to move properly because his hands
were tied behind his back. When he tried to get up he had difficulties
because his weight and age meant that his body was not as agile as that of a
young person. But then... A memory suddenly flashed through his head as if
someone was deliberately repeating it. The director immediately trembled
in fear as soon as he thought that he was being attacked and wanted to be
killed.

"Help... Anyone..."

The pathetic man shouted in a hoarse voice asking for help, but it was
useless. With eyes wet with tears, he looked around in all directions. His
gaze was much sharper than usual and he discovered that he knew this place
better than anyone.
Sports fields, academic buildings rising on either side, a national flagpole
behind the podium he once stood on to address school children. Chanwit
Pittaya School.

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However, at that moment he had a different feeling. At night there was no

one in the heavy rain. The school building was completely dark and silent.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning made the director feel worried. But before he
could wonder how he got to the school, someone wearing a raincoat
approached him, with a sound so thunderous that he felt the force of the
impact. In just the first second, the director thought that the person in front
of him was the one who had come to help him. But when his eyes looked at
the big hammer in the man's hand, his lips immediately turned pale and
rembled. Was it because of the cold or was it caused by overwhelming fear?

“Hello, director. Do you know why you are here?”

Strangely enough, even though the surroundings were filled with the sound
of rain that made conversation impossible, the director could hear it clearly.
The mysterious figure crouched down enough that cold, piercing eyes could
be seen peeking out from behind the mask that barely covered half of its
face. A semi-retired man tried to fight the tiger. Out of the corner of his eye
he looked at the hammer next to his head. His lips trembled as he
responded.

“What will you do me? Why did you bring me here?!”

He lowered his head, laughing as if what the director said sounded

ridiculous.

“You are the director of the Chanwit Pittaya school. Don't you remember
what you did to this place?”

A shiny silver metal sheet was removed from the raincoat. The director
immediately recognized that it was a knife, It was not an ordinary kitchen
knife, but a pocket knife, the length of the blade was more than ten
centimeters. His wet body trembled as the mysterious person used his
clothes to sharpen a knife.

“I will give you another chance to regret what you have done.”

“Did my wife send you?!”

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The director exclaimed loudly, looking stupid and pathetic. His brain could
only think that his wife knew of his actions in secretly satisfying her lust
with a young woman the age of her daughter in a massage parlor.

“My wife hired you? D... Tell me how much she gave you, I'll give you
double!”

The mysterious person's eyes seemed devoid of empathy, as if they had

never felt compassion for any living being, He shook his head as if he was
disappointed. Before the director could come up with a new answer that
might give him a chance to survive tonight, one of his arms was pulled
roughly, causing his body to lean against the strong pull of the other party.
And as much as he struggled to get it off his back, it was in vain. An
indescribable pain, making a crying and howling sound like an animal
being attacked, came out of the director's mouth. His arm was slowly torn
apart, the tip of the blade sinking into his bone. Eternity seemed to pass in
unbearable slow motion, filled with unbearable torment and
despair.

His face was red and his mouth was panting when the torture ended. His
veins stood out next to her temples covered in white hair, and they were
also scattered across his bald scalp. He could feel a warm liquid flowing
from the wound on his arm, but all he could do was pray for this to end and
for this person to let him go home. He missed seeing the faces of his
daughter and his wife lying in bed. He wanted to sleep somewhere warm,
not on the cold rain-soaked ground. A cruel incident like this had never
happened in his life.

At the same time, the director heard a happy hum from the mysterious
person. He wiped the blood from the knife on the director's shirt until it was
clean, just before the second show began.

“Have you discovered it? I'll give you a chance until the blood ran’s out.”

Red blood pooled on the cold cement floor, washed away by raindrops. His
brain was blank with shock, unable to reflect on the reason why he had in
endure this kind of treatment, like an animal in a slaughterhouse, His body

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tensed again as his other arm was removed, just like the first. His lips
trembled, letting out a pained moan that sounded pathetic

“N. no. please....”

No one heard his voice, just as he did not hear the voices of his students
crying out for what they deserved. The sharp tip of the knife pressed against
the flesh of his arm, slowly making a long incision, like cutting through
thick paper. Fresh red blood gushed out, mixed with the rain. The director's
screams grew weaker until they became nothing more than a whisper. The
sound of his breathing coming out of him was soft, tears running down his
cheeks, begging for a sympathy he would never get. The mysterious person
couldn't understand what he meant. Then he grabbed his face and then
lowered his head until he could see his eyes shining mercilessly.

“What did you say?”

He lowered his head until his ear almost touched the director's lips who was
trying to say a word that sounded like I'm sorry. But it was too late, the
person in the trench coat laughed until his shoulders shook because the
director led just because he wanted to survive.

"Are you apologizing for something you don't even know you did wrong?
Do you want me to believe someone like you?”

If someone came and saw the picture of the current director, they might not
be able to believe their eyes. His chubby chin was squeezed tightly by a
strong hand, his face held high before the tip of a sharp knife was pointed at
his throat.

“You should apologize to the students.”

His voice was as cold as rain, and the edge of the knife directly cut his
throat. Red blood immediately gushed out like a broken faucet, splashing in
all directions, even on the assassin's face. The director's face was contorted
in a desperate attempt to survive, his choking sounds resembling those of a
drowning person. His eyes opened, looking up at the sky in his final

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moments.

06:23

Police officers examine the crime scene. In front of the Chanwit Pittaya
School fence, a little chaos ensued as students arrived but not allowed to
enter the school gate. However, the teacher's explanation added to the
confusion because there would be no teaching and learning process and all
students were asked to return home safely. Then the children asked what
happened, because there were no important events and it was not a holiday.
And why did police cars and ambulances enter their school? Some teachers
seemed to have tears in their eyes as they spoke, and others were so
shocked that they couldn't speak. They simply said that something had
happened at school and asked for everyone's cooperation to return home
safely.

Lieutenant Tul arrived at the scene after the inspector called her. She had to
park outside and walk past the students who were still gathered in front of
the fence to enter the school, She heard Jew's voice following behind her,
asking the students to let them pass. And as soon as she came out, she
grumbled, of course.

“Who is causing problems at school? Don't you feel sorry for the students?”

Reporters from many news agencies began to arrive one by one. Therefore,
the police had to immediately control the scene of the incident. The two
police lieutenants avoided being interviewed because they had just arrived
to check it out. The only people who arrived at the scene were volunteers
fran the Ruamkatanya Foundation, who arrived first before other officials.
However, before Lieutenant Tul walked towards the place where her body
was found, two people from the Foundation team walked past her.

“This must be a serial killer. He was very cruel.”

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“His face was completely destroyed. I took a photo of it right in front...hey!

What the hell?!”

A volunteer was surprised when Lieutenant Tul grabbed his arm and held
him tightly, refusing to let go. Tul even squeezed it as hard as she could
until the volunteer frowned and the cell phone in his hand almost fell to the
ground.

“Why are you taking photographs of corpses? Delete them now!”

Tul shouted, her voice so loud that nearby officers turned to see what had
happened. The lieutenant took out her police badge to reveal who they
were:

“It's illegal to photograph a dead body, did you know that? Delete it now or
let the police do it for you.”

The two volunteers hesitated for a moment before one of them nodded and
agreed to delete the image from his phone. Lieutenant Jew came forward
and asked to check whether his mobile phone had also been removed from
the trash or not.

“From now on, don't take any more photos. Be careful, they can sue you.
I'm warning you,"

The senior police threatened with words of warning. Since they did not
know who had leaked the photos online last time, the investigation could
not trace them. But in any case, whoever the officer was, if he wasn't tasked
with collecting evidence, he couldn't photograph a dead body to cause a
sensation. However, no matter how these people were eliminated, they
would never completely disappear.

Tul held back her anger as she walked towards the place where the deceased
lay. Her sneakers stepped on a puddle of water that had formed on a small
soccer field with a concrete floor. Officers had blocked off the surrounding
area with yellow and black barrier lines. The Forensic Institute team had not
arrived yet, so no one had handled the corpse yet.

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Jew cursed and looked away when she saw the corpse. The smell of blond
spread everywhere and she wanted to run and vomit. Tul was careful not to
get too close to the corpse, as she might destroy nearby evidence. However,
the weather conditions the night before should have changed the situation at
the incident site.

The corpse of a slightly fat man was lying in a pool of blood. His face was
destroyed so it was impossible to identify him. The appearance of him was
similar to Kuljira's corpse. The upper collar of his shirt was stained with
blood, which was probably caused by a serious wound to his face. Tul's
eyes were focused on his knee in case he too was hit and broke his leg. But
no, both legs were straight and appeared normal, with no visible signs of
injury, Did the killer not crush this victim's legs because he wasn't involved
with disabled people like Kuljira? But what could be said was that it was
pretty clear that it was probably the work of the same killer. He dared to
commit a crime in less than a week. And this time, the victim was a man...
no longer a young woman.

"The forensics have arrived,"

She informed her superior Jew, who hurried to stay away from the body,
Ella put her hands to her head, not knowing what to do. Agents from the
Forensic Institute led by Dr. Che-rán arrived at the scene. The doctor almost
walked past Lieutenant Tul, but stopped when she saw the state of the
deceased's body in front of her. Although she had previously been informed
about the incident, she now had to meet that gaping face. In the same
period, some superficial feelings arose in her chest that she still could not
overcome. Lieutenant Tul took a step forward and stood in front of her,
making eye contact with Che-rán, who had just regained her composure,

“Are you OK?”

“I'm fine.”

Tul could feel the uncertainty in the weak voice Ran was trying to convey.
Ever since Kuljira's body was found, Tul had a bad feeling that a similar
incident would happen again if the police couldn't catch the killer. The
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perpetrator is, committing a crime in a manner similar to the decades-old

case would make her remember an incident from the past, in which he last a
member of her family,

A team from the Institute of Forensic Medicine immediately went to the

crime scene. They also took photographs to keep as evidence, before
beginning a preliminary autopsy. Dr. Che-rán knelt over the body of the
deceased. Parts that used to be the face, eyes, nose and lips were destroyed,
the bridge of the nose was broken and one of the eyeballs protruded due to
the compression force. And it probably affected his skull. The murderes was
crueler than him when he killed Kuljira

"But the cause of death was not due to....a blow to the face,”

Dr. Che-ran said calmly, Her hand gently touched the intact part of the
victim's face, slowly lifting her chin to reveal blood stains on her neck and
horizontal incision marks from a sharp object. Lieutenant Jew, who was
some distance away from her, instinctively put her hand on her neck in fear,

“From the wound, I can tell that the weapon was a sharp object that stabbed
his neck, probably hitting his throat and major arteries. This caused him to
lose a lot of blood and die.”

Che-rán explained her doubts about why there was a pool of blood all over
the corpse. It was truly terrifying for anyone who saw it. The investigation
team helped coroners surn the deceased's body over before discovering that,
as expected, both of his hands were tied behind his back. But there was one
thing that was different about Kuljira's body, combined with the reason why
the perpetrator used to slit the deceased's throat

"Direct wounds were found on both arms, which caused the deceased to
also lose a lot of blood,”

Che rán said based on the marks he found in theory, cutting off an arm can
cause a person to lose their life if first aid is not provided in time. However,
when she saw the large amount of blood stains, the murderer deliberately
decided to use such brutal and cruel methods. Leaving a completely
different trail than the first body, choosing the crime scene within a school

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that was still teaching, and leaving the body in front of a flagpole that could
have had some meaning

“Lieutenant, according to the security guard who first found the body, the
school closed at 8 pm and after that there was no one here. But when he
arrived, he saw the director's car parked in the field. However, when he
entered the director's office, there was no one inside…”

A police non commissioned officer ran to report the progress. He paused for
a moment at the end of his sentence as he looked at the corpse wearing a
Thong Chai silk shirt, leather shoes, including his identity as a bald person
with only a few gray hairs...

"This corpse is suspected to be the school principal.”

"Yesterday morning, the body of a murdered man was found at a school in

the Lat Phrao area. It was later discovered that he was the school's principal,
Mr. Kanok Sappawat. It was said that his face was broken and his mouth
was open. The perpetrator used a knife to cut his neck and both arms until
he lost a lot of blood.”

The news situation throughout the morning was filled with the second
shocking news in a row, which had a high probability of being the work of
the same serial killer. Although the cause of death was excessive blood loss,
his face was mangled beyond recognition, much like the criminal who
murdered the Chotjanan heiress. The name of Mr. Kanok Sappawat,
principal of Chanwit Pittaya School, had been reported as the victim. The
family of the deceased was contacted and immediately came to confirm the
identity of the body. His wife and daughter testified that Mr. Kanok told
them the night before that a meeting would be held with the administrators
of each educational institution and perhaps that was why he would be late,
however, when the police asked the principal of another school whose name
was mentioned, it turned out that there had been no meeting.

The testimony caused confusion in the investigation. Police interviewed

other people involved, trying to determine who might have had a motive
and whether anyone had an alibi. Only a few had the potential for revenge
that could lead to Mr. Kanok's murder, but they had solid alibis And Mr.

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Kanok also had nothing to do with Miss Kuljira, the first victim. Most news
agencies reported on the developments in the murder case. Some reported
on the personal history of the deceased at that time. There was a societal
interpretation that this was the reason he became a victim of a serial killer.
People on social media were able to dig up old issues that had happened
before about Chariwit Pittaya School students having problems with the
principal's work. The famous school in the Ladprao district became a trend
again. What started only on Twitter has now spread to other social media
platforms.

1 hour before. Summary of the famous school in the Ladprao district.

1- Main murder case according to news reports this morning. Police suspect
it may have been caused by the same killer as fpewaris_chotianan. So, are
social researchers investigating what this director did in the past?

2- Mr. Kanok Sappawat currently serves as the principal of Chanwit Pittaya

School. There used to be a trending hashtag #famousschoolsinthe
Ladpraodistrict which was previously trending on Twitter. This caused
people on Twitter to start investigating to find out what happened to this
school. At that time the students demanded the following.

3- The school bathrooms are in poor condition, closed for repairs for more
than a full semester. Not only in two classrooms but throughout the school,
there are signs that say 'The bathroom is out of order and several taps that
do not work. There is virtually no time to file a complaint and receive
approval for repairs. They graduate and leave school.

4- The classroom fans were broken. Some are so old that they cannot be
used. The student raised the issue with the supervising teacher, who referred
it to school administrators for further investigation. They want to allocate
the school budget to buy a new fan. But the principal's response was so
silent that the students could not bear the heat. They raised their own money
to buy a new fan.

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5-The elements necessary for the study are not received as they should. For
example, some of the study tables are old and damaged so they cannot be
used, there are few volleyballs left, some are punctured. Many practice
equipment is damaged and can no longer be used. Teachers of these
subjects are desperate and have proposed budgets to buy new equipment.
This question was also met with silence. Some teachers have to spend their
own money to pay.

6-The school auditorium was dismantled and rebuilt, which took almost a
year and cost more than five million baht. However, when it was finished, it
looked almost the same as before, just with the addition of air conditioning.
It was also not designed for student use; instead, the venue was opened to
host weddings and raise large amounts of money for the school. But where
does the money go? Whose money goes in his pocket.

7- Any teacher who spoke out to help their students almost always felt
moved. Some students who managed to stay in touch with these teachers
reported that the teachers who left had been bullied by their colleagues. It
was about favoritism and gaining the director's favor to advance their
career.

8-However, the director's office looks luxurious there's a photo at the end of
the post), with marble tiles, a full set of sofas for guests, and a teak table
that costs who knows how much. The air conditioning is always on, keeping
the room cool and comfortable throughout the day, while the school covers
the electricity bill. (Meanwhile, students in classrooms rely on fans. If the
fan breaks, they have to pay out of pocket to replace it.)

9- Organizing a trip abroad is a waste of money. Recently, Director Kanok

has just returned from Singapore for 5 days and 4 nights. He takes photos
with the Merlion and travels to various locations. But after returning, he
admitted that he was on a study trip? Students rarely see the principal's face
because he travels almost every month. At least twice a month.

10- The complaints have reached the cars of the Ministry. The Ministry of
Education sent a committee to investigate. But in the end, Kanok easily
flew under the radar and some say he had connections. But no matter how
punished he is, he will probably transfer to another school and continue to

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behave as before. (From the past until now, Mr. Kanok Sappawat has
always held the position of principal in more than 4 public schools.]

11-This post is not intended to discredit the deceased, but rather to demand
the justice that the school children deserve for their selfishness and greed.
How many problems have been caused to children without institutions
being able to take action?

8.7 thousand comments

Sanam Chal: Because of his behavior, I don't want to say this word, but he
deserved to die.

CR Seven: The man riding a white horse came to help Thailand. All that
remains is to kill one more person and the country will be even higher than
this.

See other comments.

“The name of the deceased was Mr. Kanok Sappawat, aged fifty-six. We
found his Mercedes W123 parked inside the school, located not far from
where his body was found. The wife confirmed that the clothes she was
wearing when he died were his, as was the car.”

Lieutenant Tul announced a brief briefing over the microphone to warn

everyone in advarice before the autopsy began. The body of the deceased
had been cleaned of all traces of blood, as well as serious wounds on the
face. Meanwhile, Dr. Che-rán, who was in charge of performing the
autopsy, had prepared. Her father, Professor Rakkit, asked to observe in the
same room as Lieutenant Tul because he was worried about her daughter,
who refused to listen to his protests.

Tul herself couldn't sit still in her chair. She could only stand and look at her
lover who was fulfilling her duties. Of course, currently the parties involved
in the had to endure pressure from all directions, including unresolved
internal problems. This situation was aggravated by the high possibility of

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serial murder cases. Victims were identified as individuals with a history of

misconduct, unverified misconduct, or self-inflicted misconduct.

However, why did the killer in the Kuljira case decide to destroy several
pieces of evidence, delay every step in identitying the victim's identity and
even burn the fingerprints of his ten fingers? While in the latter case, the
killer deliberately left all evidence indicating who the victim was, including
the choice of crime scene and the victim's car and wallet. Or was the killer
sure that the police would never find him?

"Come on, sit down first, Lieutenant,"

Professor Rakkit called after her, who continued to get up to sit down. Tul
agreed to do what the major told her, although she still couldn't think clearly
where the case was going.

“It's not just you who wonders if the culprit is the same criminal from
eighteen years ago.”

Tul cocked her head and looked at the doctor who had brought up this
delicate topic, visibly shaken by his own experience. Recently, she
discussed this matter with Che-ran and they ended up fighting to the point
that she didn't dare mention it again. But the man who had lost his own wife
in the incident now wanted to talk to her about it.

“Back then, the situation was almost no different from today. No clues, no
traces, or who the victim was in conflict with were found. I had the
opportunity to perform an autopsy on one of the victims. She was the
second victim at the time, and we were under pressure as to whether she
was a victim of the same serial killer or not. The situation was the same as
now..”.

The head doctor looked towards the autopsy room, at his daughter. She was
examining the victim's face for traces of what appeared to be the blunt
weapon that killed Miss Kuljira.

“The distance from the first victim was almost a month. Her injuries were
less serious and she also left footprints. The killer became more confident,

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more careful and, of course, began to defy the authorities more…”

Tul did not argue because she thought that the situation was no different
from what the teacher said. After the police fail to catch whoever killed the
first victim, it only increases the killer's confidence to commit a second
murder. In both cases the same behavior occurred, although they were
almost twenty years apart. If it really was the same perpetrator, who was he
now? How old was the? And how did he avoid capture, especially given the
meticulous investigation led by this young lieutenant?

“Professar, do you agree that... Mr. Wisut, who was arrested earlier, may not
be the real murderer?”

The senior medical professor showed no expression when asked a question

without any evidence to confirm the truth. He himself was no different from
Che ran in wanting to believe in more demonstrable things. But
because...the evidence in the decades old case was weak against the seven
victims, including his own wife, he couldn't help but question it,

“I'm sure that one day it will come to light.”

He ended there and didn't say anything else, but it was enough to make Tul
feel that there were still people who disagreed with the case documents that
were full of loopholes. Definitely anyone could see it.

In the autopsy laboratory, Che-tán was looking at the long indentation on

the deceased's Adam's apple. The wounds and cuts were so deep that the
tissue was torn. They put a tape measure on it before muttering a number to
her assistant.

“The wound measures eight centimeters long and four millimeters thick.”

Che-rán used both hands to open the wound and check the damaged internal
organs.

“The incision hit the trachea and carotid artery causing the death of the
deceased. A lot of blood came out when he died.”

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The cause of death was confirmed again. Che-rán noticed another clue
when she had not taken her eyes off the victim's neck. There was a bruise
that looked like a long line around the corpse's neck and also many nail
marks. Most likely this was due to struggles on the part of the deceased
himself.

“They strangled him with a rope before he died.”

“Strangled? Could it be that the perpetrator strangled the victim until he

was unconscious and then took him there?”

“Yes, he didn't die from strangulation. There were also signs of resistance
on his arms, perhaps abrasions from lying on the ground, And a lot of
blood, indicating that he was cut with a sharp object while he was still
alive.”

Everyone who listened shuddered a little as they thought of the cruel

actions of the perpetrator who forced his victini to endure torture until the
last seconds of his life. Che-rån carefully examined the laceration, similar to
the neck but on both arms, having an incision that measures more than 10
centimeters long and 2 millimeters wide. The wound was very deep,
reaching the layers of fat, muscle and even bone. In addition to the weapon
being quite sharp, the perpetrator himself must have used a lot of force, as
demonstrated by the deep penetration of the weapon, which cut the skin.

“The wound in the arm caused the victim to lose a lot of blood, it could
have caused shock and death without needing to cut his throat.”

Che-rán's voice slowly lowered towards the end of the sentence… By

observing the final methods of torturing the previous victims, they were
able to deduce that The perpetrator had an underlying psychological
problem. In general, most murderers in Thailand committed crimes out of
impulse or momentary anger. Few people wanted to witness the suffering of
their victims before they died. Of course, those people.... They had
abnormal behavior compared to normal humans.

Lack of empathy for others and putting yourself at the center of everything.
That was the behavior of a psychopathic person.

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③③

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The small meeting room inside the forensic institute opened, led by
Assistant Banks who hurried in to organize the photographs of the director's
body that had just been autopsied. Che-rån followed him with Lieutenant
Tul, who still wanted to continue discussing the direction of the
investigation. Of course, both did not rule out the possibility that the
murderer was the same person, considering the cruel and ruthless method
used to take the life of Miss Kuljira, the heiress of the Chotianan family.

Photographs of the two dead people were placed side by side. Their faces
were mangled from the beating, but the other injuries were different

“Mr. Kanok died because he lost a lot of blood from the wounds on both
arms and... his neck was cut. That's why the crime scene was full of blood,"

Said Che-rán, summarizing the cause of his death,

“As for the estimated time of death, it should be around 10:00 p.m. to
midnight. From the undigested food in the stomach, he probably ate some
before his death... Or maybe it was caused by the stress of being killed.
Additionally, he was older and had a history of diabetes. Additionally, the
digestive system in the stomach works more slowly,”

“He told his family that he went to a meeting, but when we asked the
director what he mentioned, they said that there was no meeting last night.
We are trying to find out where he really went,"

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Lieutenant Tul reported on what was found out. Maybe the deceased lied to
his family and went somewhere. She asked Jew to find out where the
headmaster's Mercedes W123 had gone before ending up at the school
where the body was found.

"I sent the blood and food from her stomach to Mae for examination. In
case we find alcohol or drugs she took after eating.”

Lieutenant Tul took photographs of an elderly man who had been stabbed to
the point of bleeding, interspersed with images of a young woman whose
knees were shattered, one of her legs was twisted and pointed upwards in a
deformed state. Perhaps there was an important meaning that the killer
wanted to convey.

“Remember when I thought that the reason the killer destroyed both of
Kuljira's legs was to deliberately make her look like a disabled person who
had died?”

Tul raised an issue that had been troubling her from the beginning, when the
second case occurred almost at the same time.

“But the director, he was stabbed until he bled to death. Maybe he's not
directly related, but considering his corrupt behavior with the school
budget, it makes me think of a saying he says…”

“Squeeze blood from a stone, make a person bleed.”

“Yes, I think the perpetrator may not be someone close to the two victims.
If the goal is to choose victims based on the mistakes they cover up, then
the pattern of events is in line with the victim's behavior,"

Tul concluded, echoing all the previous assumptions. Che-rán did not deny
anything because she herself was suspicious from the beginning. She took a
photo of Kuljira's feet once again to reconsider. If that was the case, a
broken knee not only meant a sign of disability, but it could also be caused
by something else.

“Could Kuljira's bent knees mean 'one-legged rabbit?"

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“One-legged rabbit? The game we played when we were little?”

“Judging by its appearance, yes.”

Che-rån held up the photo so that others could see it.

“But the meaning of the saying was that she insisted on pleading not guilty
for running over a disabled person with her car and causing him death. She
denied it was her own fault.”

Tul pursed her lips tightly, unable to think clearly if what happened was
exactly what the perpetrator wanted to convey. What they both really
understood was that this was undoubtedly a serial murder case. If you
looked at the way the victims were selected, you would probably never end
up with only one or two people before the perpetrator was caught.

“This may not be the first murder he has committed. I mean... It seems like
he planned it very well,"

Said Bank the attendant, who remained silent for a long time. His comment
caught the attention of the other two people in the room. Tul nodded her
head and sighed as she thought that the investigation was not going well.
How fast had she actually advanced?

“The perpetrator was very clever, at least he studied the victim before
acting. He didn't just look for him. When Principal Kanok lied to his family
about attending a meeting, the perpetrator knew exactly where he was going
and took him back to school.”

“Could it be that he called Mr. Kanok to come back to school?”

Tul shook her head before explaining the information she had just received
from the investigation team not long ago, No contact number of anyone was
found on the director's cell phone. Although it could be that the perpetrator
didn't delete it first. Ran had discovered that he had been strangled until he
passed out before... Being killed. They found sweat stains on the driver's
phone, side seat, but the driver's seat and steering wheel had been cleaned.

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There were also traces of damage to the car door. That must have been the
perpetrator's doing

The lieutenant's cell phone rang and she immediately answered the phone
quickly. Her junior, who had only been out of the hospital for a few days,
barely waited for a greeting and quickly blurted out the progress report she
received.

[Phi, we found out where Mr. Kanok's car went. It was at Thara Massage
Parlor on Ratchada Street. Do you want to go?]

The two police lieutenants arrived at the massage parlor in Ratchada, where
there was a CCTV camera at the front of the building that could capture
images of cars entering and leaving the car park. Lieutenant Jew humed her
superior into a small, narrow security room. It seemed like this massage
parlor didn't prioritize safety very much, or perhaps it hadn't developed well
over time. There were only a few CCTV cameras installed on the different
floors, each floor had one
camera, located at the front of the building and at the entrance and exit of
the parking lot. Inside the room, an old computer projected images from all
the CCTV cameras onto a single screen. When officers arrived, the massage
parlor manager followed them to oversee the investigation,

"Did Mr. Kanok use the services here that night? If so, what time did he
arrive and leave?”

Tul asked immediately. The young manager dressed in a dark blue suit
adjusted the collar of her slightly wrinkled shirt before answering the
question.

“Mr. Kanok arrived here around 7 pm and left around 10 pm.”

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“Why did he come here?”

“He comes to bathe with the girls. He comes here often, usually with two or
three girls.”

"Please let me see the security cameras since I got here,"

Lieutenant Tui turned to the security guard uncle, who said nothing, clicked
the mouse and searched for video clips from
before Mr. death. Kanok. There was no one outside the building because it
was not yet open for service.

“Last night, when it happened, weren't you the security guards in the
parking lot? Didn't they exchange parking tickets to collect fees?”

The director lowered her head and did not look anyone in the eye. She
answered Lieutenant Jew's question in a low voice.

“N...no. There are only two guards here. One is in front of the entrance, the
other is parked on the second floor because there are always cases of drunk
customers going crazy.”

“Is the parking space free?”

“Yes, I never charge parking fees.”

Lieutenant Jew sighed when she realized how low the security system was
in there. But still, it seemed like... this place had been under construction
for years. It attracted a varied clientele, including older age groups looking
to satisfy their desires with young girls. And when an incident occurred,
they will not be able to provide assistance.

“I found it. He arrived at 6:48 p.m..”

Tul pointed to an old Mercedes that was passing in front of the building
towards the parking area. Shortly after, Mr. Kanok appeared through the
large glass door monitored by the camera, where about ten young women
were sitting inside. About five minutes later, the man brought three young
women with him. Use the service on the second floor, the same usual room.

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As the manager said, the four of them walked past the CCTV cameras on
the second floor before disappearing into the room. There was a security
guard watching, but after that nothing happened.

“Please speed up a little, but don't press jump. I want to see it until he
comes out.”

Lieutenant Jew was already familiar with her superior's habits, so she was
not surprised that they spent time there checking and observing the CCTV
cameras while the deceased was there. They watched many customers come
and go, selecting the girls of their choice and directing them to the various
available rooms. Also, because the massage parlor was not located near a
main road, not many people passed by. Most of the traffic was vehicles
entering and exiting buildings and parking lots.

Speeding up the recording could make the image appear blurry but still
visible. But then Tul noticed someone walking past the camera in front of
the building.

“Stop! Wait! Back... Back again. Here please slow down.”

On the night of the incident, it was raining heavily since late afternoon,
making it difficult for anyone who wanted to go out for a walk. But not that
person who had been captured by CCTV cameras..... That person was
wearing a completely black raincoat. He looked more like a shadow across
the street than a human being seen in a raincoat. Only the hood that covered
his head made him recognizable as human. Considering that the massage
parlor was not located on the main road and there were not many
pedestrians passing by, Tul had been watching for about three hours and had
not noticed anyone else except this person.

The mysterious figure in a raincoat walked past the CCTV camera in front
of the building. He did not seem to be affected by the raindrops, but instead
walked past them. He acted as if he had accidentally crossed this path and
had nothing special to do. He then reappeared at the entrance, where
another CCTV camera captured his image. Tul saw him doing something
that no ordinary person would do.... He looked at the CCTV camera.

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For several minutes, the person in the image did not even flinch, as if
everything was frozen in time. Behind the mask that covered her face, there
might be a hidden smile.... Even if someone found out about her presence
there later, they would not be able to prevent the terrible event from
happening. A television station news agency published footage from a
CCTV camera in front of a former massage parlor in Ratchada, sparking a
public uproar. They saw a photo of someone in a raincoat, walking towards
Mr. Kanok's last location before he died.

The news anchor called him The Raincoat Killer,

Various interpretations and criticisms that invited speculation were hotly

debated about this strange behavior. The killer stared at the camera for
several minutes as if he defied anyone looking for him. What the person did
next was damage the deceased's car, knock him unconscious, and then take
him to the school to carry out a cold-blooded murder.

Most people agreed that he made a very smart and also scandalous move.
There was no way this case was his first murder, especially... The nature of
the incident involved using a hammer, smashing their faces to death, and
also doing it at night when it was raining heavily. He was very similar to the
killer from the past who was called Jack the Ripper from Thailand. What
was even more surprising was that after Wisut Saengkhao's death, there
were calls to bring justice back to him as a scapegoat, who had been labeled
a serial killer for over twenty years. He was treated unfairly during the
investigation, arrest and detention. When he was in court, even the
government lawyers did not fully help him. Then when he was released, he
couldn't even start a new life. He was once again a suspect in a murder case
that he did not commit.

Unfortunately, before anyone could be by his side, Wisut decided to take a

small space and leave this world forever. Things become clearer when a
murder occurs in the same way. The killer simply changed his target victim
from a prostitute to a rich person who had a bad history but escaped the
legal process with connections, money or anything that proves that this
country has no laws against the rich.

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For more than two years, the aunt has not heard from him. Let alone make
up for her son's funeral. Not even a word of apology. Several news
agencies, responding to the needs of social trends, contacted and requested
interviews with the relatives of the disabled person who died in an accident
to tell the story of what happened at that time. But I never expected that his
life would end like this.

"I ask for justice and I will continue to do so,"

Said the mother who had to endure the devastation after losing her son,
avoiding answers that could cause conflict when asked by journalists.,

“How do you feel about death, Kuljira?”

However, it was not just the mother of the car accident victim who was
interviewed. Schoolboy Chanwit Pittaya was also called for an interview
with questions not very different from those of the first person. When the
greedy principal took the school's money for years, he left this world
leaving a blood stain on the field in front of the flagpole, which they had to
clean up together. Therefore, the school agreed to open the school as usual.
The students had also learned the news as they were prohibited from
entering the school at that time.

“Although they finally examined him, they only told him to move to a new
school. It may be that he still behaved the same way. I his makes us wonder
if there should be criteria for punishment like this, so that incidents like this
don't happen?”

A candid comment from a student questioning a fair judicial process to

prevent repeat violations. Some had unearthed the previous records of the
former principal of Kanok, who previously ran a primary school. There was
a problem where parents demanded answers about the cost of lunch, as
sometimes their children only received white rice and a piece of pumpkin in
sauce despite paying a few cents each month.
Although the voices of those affected maintained that the two men did not
deserve to die, this went against the trend of a society that has long been
oppressed by inequality. Therefore, they thought that the raincoat killer's

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actions were not just revenge against the rich who were trying to cover up
his problems.

But this encouraged people to think that if only the legal process could hold
these rich people accountable, they would not live comfortably on piles of
money and gold like they do now, and would be punished for their own
mistakes. If they were fair, people would not idolize a murderer or consider
the death of the two victims justified.

“Are you saying that the culprit was a Thai teacher who wanted to teach
proverts through murder?”

The annoying words of a police officer who would soon be promoted to

inspector irritated Tul, who made assumptions about the nature of the
crimes in both cases.

“I did not mean that. But if the captain doesn't understand, I'll explain it to
him again.”

The young lieutenant suppressed her hatred by breathing deeply and trying
not to look at Captain Dan. Inspector Pichet summons the Criminal
Investigation Unit to discuss the progress of two serial murder cases, which
caused many citizens to panic that something bad would happen again,

“The two people who died had a bad story that made the news at the time,
Kuljira, who once killed a disabled man with her car, adamantly denied her
guilt.”

Tul used a red laser beam to point out the image of a young woman while
she was still alive, before moving towards the image of a bald old man.

“As for Mr. Kanok, he always corrupted the school budget. And the
students created a hashtag to spread the news, but then went silent. There
are victims of what they did, but they never received punishment for their
actions. I Think that is the connection between the two victims chosen by
the perpetrator,"

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Lieutenant Tul said as she looked at all the investigators in the room,
especially inspector Pichet. Jew who was standing in the corner of the
room, silently raising her thumb in support. But there was still one person
who couldn't let go.

“I don't know, Lieutenant, Are you saying that these two people deserve to
die based on everything you said?”

“You seem to have trouble interpreting it, Captain.”

“Whoa, calm down, young lady... What is clear is that the murderer is now
a hero for the lower middle class, after going through the trouble of killing
rich and evil people and trending on Twitter all day,”

Captain Dan shrugged. He did not agree with public sentiment at the time.

“I'm not saying I agree with the murderer's actions, but I'm talking about the
reasons for his victims' choices.”

“Do you know what society thinks today? Do you want us to announce
something like that? Yes, it is true, the murderer chose victims who had
committed crimes before and were not punished because they were rich and
used money to solve their problems.”

They will also criticize us and say that the police have no principles and
that one goes with the flow.

“I'm not following the crowd. This is my point of view with all the clues
and evidence I have obtained. What we have to do is not be afraid of
someone criticizing us, but we have to try to catch the murderer who is still
at large if we don't want this to happen again.”

“So, it's simple. Just announce that the rich today should be careful, if they
do something illegal, which could fit a proverb or two, it is best not to leave
the house or go anywhere alone, because someone will come and take the
law into their own hands to kill them,"

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Captain Dan continued speaking provocatively, giving her a penetrating

gaze in a defiant way. He seemed to have a feeling of victory when fighting
a woman he had been unable to defeat since day one. He did not expect that
Lieutenant Tul would dare to challenge him both professionally and
personally, especially after having a relationship with another woman.

“It's enough. I agree with Lieutenant Tul. We have to make some

assumptions before investigating.”

Captain Dan laughed mockingly, showing no respect for Inspector Pichet's

support for the other party. He shook his head slightly and spoke in a bored
tone:

“Then, Inspector, you are also on her side. Therefore, due to the way we
handled this matter, this case will be transferred to the special investigation
unit.”

“And you, captain, do you have any constructive suggestions, or are you
just going to continue being defiant.”

This was the first time anyone had seen the inspector and the captain facing
each other. Especially Inspector Pichet, who despite often calling his
subordinates to his office to be reprimanded, never scolded anyone in front
of the entire unit. Captain Dan clenched his jaw tightly, trying to find
someone who would agree with him.

“Then i will give my opinion on this case. The killer considered himself a
hero, hunting down and killing rich people who appeared in the news,
because he wanted to gain popularity, And about that saying, he just wanted
to have his own characteristics. if we start guessing and the media finds out,
wouldn't that make the killer even more famous?”

Many people who were originally sitting silently slowly nadded their heads
towards Captain Dan. They all had the same thought that perhaps the fact
that Lieutenant Tul was his wife and influenced him to adapt to social
trends, as Captain Dan had accused her of.

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“Another thing to consider is that the rich have wealth that allows them to
hire lawyers to defend their cases and find ways out of problems. So, is it
the fault of the rich that the poor end up in prison? Simply because they
don't have the money to pay bail? Only keyboard warriors try to fool
themselves into believing that everyone in this world is equal, when in
reality not everyone is born equal.”

Captain Dan's tone was filled with suppressed emotion as he expressed his
annoyance at the narrow-mindedness of a certain group.

“Regardless of which angle we look at it, even if some people disagree with
the brutal deaths of the two individuals, empathy for the deceased is
diminished when it is revealed that they previously escaped punishment due
to their wealth.”

“IT the inspector decides to investigate the case according to the saying, it
doesn't matter. But I would like to choose to investigate it in another way,
without having to wait to discuss it with my dear new protégé.”

Lieutenant General Tech was waiting for a phone call from a representative
of the government party he had wanted to contact him that afternoon. The
man at the top of the tower was visibly shaking. This was not due to
accusations from the public, but because he was concerned about the
position he was applying for. Sweat dripped down his forehead even though
the air conditioning was working properly. The TV in the room was barely
on all day because he couldn't stand listening to the news these days. All he
did was give orders to the agents to filter the information before sending it
to him so he could decide how to proceed.

The ringing of the mobile phone used to contact the ruling party rang at
exactly 1 p.m. Tech hurriedly answered the call after preparing to answer
the questions of the party secretary who was on duty for him.

“Yes sir.”

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[Mr. Tech, what does today's news mean? Another murder has occurred, but
that's not all... Is it also related to a case from eighteen years ago that you
were in charge of? How is this possible?]

As Tech expected, he was questioned about the case he had been

responsible for when he was still an investigative inspector.

“That's right, sir. Currently everything has entered the investigation process.
And as for the case from eighteen years ago, it has been closed and we have
compelling evidence, including the motive and the relationship between the
murderer and each of his victims. I can guarantee you, there is absolutely
nothing wrong with the case.”

[And how could it happen again? Did someone just think of doing it again?]

The party secretary's voice was one of disbelief it was clear that social
trends were causing this. Political parties began to fear that their popularity
would decline if they continued to allow this serial murder case to enter the
campaign period.

“The possibility is high, but I can't confirm it yet. Looking at the cause of
the director's death in the second case, he died from blood loss, not because
he was hit in the face. Compared to other cases, the murderer probably had
more personal grudge against him. The police will immediately accelerate
the investigation from this point.”

[However, if the murderer is caught quickly, don't let an embarrassing

scandal ensue. You must hurry.]

"I understand, sir,"

The senior police officer said humbly even though his hand was clenching
his cell phone because he was angry with the party secretary who kept
emphasizing that he had to close this case as soon as possible. Otherwise,
this could affect the political future that is about to enter the elections. Tech
was under enormous pressure. He called his subordinate who was outside to
come in, listening to orders accompanied by angry shouts like someone
seeking relief.

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Closing the case quickly wasn't clifficult, especially when he was in a

position to send anyone around. The killer was to submit to him
immediately, just as he did when the closed the case 18 years ago.

This is not the first crime that the murderer has committed. Because of that
assumption, Che-rán once again carried out a deeper examination. She saw
sharp cuts or puncture marks embedded in the body, indicating the severity
of the injury depending on the area stabbed. If the stab wound penetrated
deeply into a vital organ, nerve or blood vessel, the wound caused by a
sharp ionite would be different. The incision in his neck severed a major
artery, causing his death and excessive blood loss. Generally, those who
commit these acts tend to find themselves in a chaotic emotional state,
unable to control themselves, they get angry easily and are vengeful to the
point of committing reckless acts. But that was not the case with this
murderer...

The results of the 3D simulation scan were shown. You could see how the
deceased's skin was cut with a sharp knite. And it wasn't just a cut in the
skin, but the killer plunged the tip of the knife into the fliesh before slowly
using force to make a long incision. This caused the wound to open and
more blood than usual to come out. The thickness of the knife had to be
large enough, otherwise the knife might break when doing so. The murderer
must also have been someone with great power. He could be a burly man
with enough strength to drag the director's enormous body that weighs more
than 80 kilograms.

Che-rån bit her lip as she thought, but then a knock on the door caught her
attention. Bank hurriedly opened the door and entered without waiting for
permission. The young man's
expression seened surprised by the chaos that was happening outside. The
police from the Central Investigation Bureau came here. They said they had
a letter asking them to take the director's body and Kallica's body to the
police hospital to do fresh autopsy.

Those beautiful legs followed the medical assistant who took her to the
front of the Forensic Institute which was filled with 4-5 police officers

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standing together like a mafia gang. Captain Dan looked at the medical
examiner he had to deal with. A slight smile appeared on his beautiful face
when he saw her

“Hello, Dr. Ran. I came here on the order of the Central Command of the
Investigative Police to take the bodies of those who died as a result of serial
murders to the Police hospital. We will perform an autopsy again with a
team of highly experienced forensic experts and better equipment.”

A young man one hundred and eighty centimeters tall was holding a
document that had been sealed and signed by the Commander. Che-rån
received the document and read it quickly. From the details, everything
about it was as said, the headquarters wanted to investigate this case. All
matters were handled by their own officials, including the autopsy process.
They admitted that they did not want interference from other institutions,
causing confusion and conflict. Meanwhile, the forensic agency had already
made a mistake in his work.

“The commander is not happy with the leaked photographs of Khun

Kuljira's body. And the coroners have not yet issued a statement of
responsibility.”

Captain Dan smiled as if he was the winner of this game of tricks, but Che-
rån simply returned the document to his hand.

“Although there are documents, the decision of the Forensic Institute does
not depend on me. I probably won't be able to hand over the body.”

“Doctor, you performed the autopsy on both bodies, right? Why can't you
make a decision? It is better not to make excuses. This is a direct order from
the Commander, if you do not do so, it is considered disobeying the order
he made.”

Che rán looked through the frame of her glasses with a look of disdain. She
didn't want to have much to do with people like this. Captain Dan acted like
he was Big Tech's son, which was worse than his own son. He may not have
shared the same bloodline or DNA as Tech, but they had a cocky

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personality. Wherever she looked, she only saw his own reflection and
thought that everyone should listen to his orders.

“The forensic institute is a private organization, it is not under anyone's

jurisdiction. If the police want to take the body, we must first wait for a
meeting between our committee members. It's not just about arbitrarily
deciding to bring in five people, especially people that I've never seen
conduct an investigation for this case.”

The police officers accompanying Captain Dan looked at the female doctor
in front of them, using extremely hurtful words, making them unwilling to
remain silent. Rut Captain Dan, who was sent directly by the Commander,
took a step forward to approach the young woman who did not even take a
step back. He seemed to underestimate this forensic doctor.

“Relax, doctor, You know how big this case is. We need many agencies to
step in and help with the investigation so the public can calm down. Simply
allow us to take the body for another autopsy to help ensure that your
autopsy results are correct.”

The policeman's sentence hinted at a touch of sarcasm. But no matter what,

he still didn't trust the forensic doctor who rarely collaborates with him,
unlike Lieutenant Tul, who might have affection for her.

“Don't turn to the public to do another autopsy. If you want to do another

autopsy, you at least have to find the mistakes first. Or if there really is one
like you said, make me a list, You shall not take possession of the body of a
deceased person as you please. It's not to help chock, but rather to interfere
with the work,"

Che-rån responded without fear of hurting any of the police officers. They
began to look at each other about what to do. If they returned to the base
empty handed, it would be of no use to them.

"Doctor, listen, I have no ulterior motives.”

Captain Dan lowered his voice trying to convince Che-rán to accept in this
case, the community is paying special attention.

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“So far the perpetrator has not been captured and the community is
condemning us so we have nowhere to defend ourselves. Therefore, the
police want to close this case as soon as possible. If you have to wait for
your committee to decide, this will be much longer... The best way is that
since you are doing the autopsy, you can decide to transfer the body to us
immediately. Don't you think?”

“The investigation is complicated, as you know. We have already provided

the most relevant evidence to the police. The forensic institute acts as an
impartial unit, guaranteeing transparency in our work. Unless you have
ulterior motives.”

“Hey, isn't that an excessive accusation?”

Police Captain Dan pointed at her without any courtesy because he couldn't
wait to stand still while listening to the cruel words coming out of this
woman's mouth, initially, he did not mind that there were many officers
standing in this area of the Forensic Institute. But then, someone's worried
voice shouted to stop them.

“Stop! What do you want here, Captain?”

Dr. Rakkit, the institute's senior advisor, stepped between the two. The old
man's face did not show his usual friendliness.

"I came here to collect the bodies of Miss Kuljira and Mr. Kanok to take
them to the police hospital, following the orders of the police commander."

He again held up a document with his seal and authenticated signature. But
the head doctor didn't even read it.

“It seems we won't be able to do that until there is a decision among the
committee. Captain, you better go.”

With these words coming from the mouth of a respected doctor, Captain
Dan could not argue because he considered them unequal. But he was so
hurt that he couldn't stop saying insulting words.

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“I don't think the forensic specialists paid enough attention to this case to
refuse to turn the body over to anyone.”

"I paid close attention to the bodies of all the dead that were brought here,”

Che-rån replied immediately, not at all afraid that the strength of the person
in front of her could defeat her at any moment if she so desired.

“Even if one day you are the one lying in bed in front of me, I swear that I
will not discriminate and will fulfill my duties honestly.”

Captain Dan clenched his fists as he interpreted the hurtful phrase. But
currently, he could only leave empty-handed. Che-rán looked at the back of
the disgusting figure until it disappeared from sight. Professor Rakkit
sighed at his daughter's courage in facing the police officer's madness.
Luckily, someone ran to him for help, calming the situation just in time.

“Follow me, Che-ran.”

Professor Rakkit turned in his daughter, who refused to make direct eye
contact with him. She nodded slightly before agreeing to follow her father
down the quiet hallway. The burning emotions in her heart began to subside
a little until all that was left was the worry that her father would blame her,
even though it wasn't her fault at all.

The professor's office had a pungent smell of old wood, with a small statue
of Buddha located near the door, The owner of the room walked directly to
his desk, took out a stack of papers and handed them to his daughter, who
accepted them confused. The documents seemed to have been stored too
long, they were old and slightly wrinkled, with yellowish stains the etiges.
The typeface resembles a typewriter font and read: Autopsy report of Mrs.
Sopita Khamnoi

Che-ran's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she felt familiar with the

deceased's name, But before she could think about it, her father responded
to her curiosity.

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“Eighteen years ago, your father performed an autopsy on the second victim
in a serial murder case. Before the police came and took her to the police
hospital for another autopsy,”

The medical professor said in an embarrassed tone. Although he himself

had faced that situation before, the pressure was similar to what his
daughter had to go through now. However, at that time the forensic institute
did not have enough authority not to listen to the headquarters orders and
had to hand over the victim's body.

“By comparing the autopsy results of the victims, both ours and those from
the police hospital, it was discovered.... That the autopsy results had been
significantly altered. However, I managed to save this report, with hoping
that I could help you.”

'Chutikarn Panjasap, a member of the House of Representatives, posted a

message on his own Facebook page and expressed his confidence in
Lieutenant General Pol Tech Techakomol, a new member of the ruling party
currently running in the general elections, saying that He Commander
would soon arrest the criminals who committed these two serious crimes...?

"I'm going home,"

Said Tul, indicating that she had arrived home at almost 7 p.m. Tihn
managed to lower the volume of the television when the news anchor had
just mentioned the name of someone who should not be mentioned in that
house. He then looked at his younger sister who looked exhausted. Tul did
not return home the night before, and the next morning an important case
suddenly happened to her.

“Have you eaten?”

“Not yet, Phi, do you have anything to eat?”

Her voice sounded like she was expecting a big meal. Her understanding
brother immediately came over and opened the lid to serve on the table.

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Then he opened the pot that had just heated the curry, poured it into a bowl,
and took the freshly cooked rice. He prepared everything as soon as his
sister told him that she would be returning home today.

“Do you want to shower first or eat?”

"I'll eat first."

Tul left her large bag to take the files home, then went to wash her face to
relieve her tiredness before returning to the dining room table. She helped
herself to two spoonfuls of hot rice and grabbed the fried chicken with her
bare hands without thinking about etiquette.

“I've met with Win,”

Tihn opened the topic of conversation at the table. His sister, who was still
chewing rice with her mouth full, could only stare at him waiting for him to
continue.

“He said that from the beginning the woman agreed and that she would give
him money for the treatment. I don't know how much he gave, but I don't
think the woman reported the crime.”

His brother said honestly from what he heard from his friend. But Tul's
expression didn't seem surprised when he heard that. Once she swallowed
the rice, she responded slowly

“The woman came and said she wouldn give it much importance. Because
she didn't want to waste time filing a lawsuit or paying attorney fees to fight
the case. But I'll still call your friend to fix everything... It's just that I'm in
the middle of something right now.”

Tul finished her sentence in a low voice. She always firmly stated that she
would solve every case she handled, even if they piled up like a mountain.

“Principal Kanok Sappawat has changed schools four times, not including
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as vice-principal and budget administrator, there a problem of corruption in

lunch allocations for the students....!”

The two brothers turned their attention to the television screen, where a
news channel was reporting on the work history of the victim in the latest
serial murder case. Old news footage from almost ten years ago showed
students eating only white rice and soup on trays.

“And before that, he was a mathematics teacher at Kasem Anusorn High

School, for more than ten years!”

“Oh, Phi…”

Tul had just remembered that she came home because she wanted to ask her
brother something. She had previously read Director Kanok's biography
while she was at headquarters,

“Kasem Anusorn High School, that old school... Isn't it where you studied?”

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③④

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ғᴏᴜʀ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

There were the fried chicken noodies that Lieutenant Tul had mentioned she
wanted to eat. So, at lunchtime, she picked up Che rán at the Forensic
institute to go eat together at the restaurant. She boasted that she had never
found a place where the noodles were as soft as this one. The doctor, who
had also been treated to a delicious meal with Vietnamese noodles earlier,
accepted the lieutenant's invitation to try and see if the food was as
delicious as she said.

The fried chicken noodle restaurant was full of customers, as expected from
a famous place. And now it was lunch time, the surrounding office workers
were going to get food. Luckily, there was still a table available for two
people, although they might have to wait a little longer. The lieutenant
provided excellent service, pouring water into ice-filled glasses for herself
and Che rån, and not forgetting to put straws in them.

"I didn't expect Captain Dan to come see you,"

Lieutenant Tul began on the topic they had been discussing since they were
in the car. As time went on, the policeman who would become an inspector
found more and more problems with anyone who disagreed with him. The
day before, after the argument, Tul realized that there was an order from
above to take the body and transfer it to the Police Hospital, But judging
from the circumstances, it seemed that Captain Dan himself had gone to
receive the order.

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“They probably didn't wait to make a big deal out of it, that's why they
didn't tell many people, planning to take the body away in silence.”

Che ran guessed. Although the Captain's arrogant behavior almost caused
trouble, it seemed like he just wanted to intimidate the forensic team into
submission.

"I shouldn't have gotten lost. I wanted to see his face when he was hit with a
sharp tongue… Oh, you..."

The lieutenant did not retract her arm in time and received a strong blow
from the person on the other side of her. Che-rån glared at her, annoyed that
she could still joke.

"I thought you were worried about me."

“Of course I'm worried. Who wouldn't be worried about her girlfriend?”

Lieutenant Tul rubbed her arm, pretending to feel pain even though it didn't
hurt at all.

“If he had been there, he wouldn't know your true strength: Let him know
that no one would give up on him that easily.”

“Who do you think I am?”

The sulking person reached out to hit her again, but the lieutenant grabbed
her little hand and held it, smiling playfully. At this moment, two plates of
fried chicken noodles were served, causing them to immediately let go of
their hands as they realized how hungry they were on the way there. Che-
ran took the spoon and fork she had closer and handed them to the
lieutenant.

“You can pour it if you want and then mix it. I'll do it for you,"

Tul offered, reaching out to pour the sauce from the small bowl in front of
her before giving the noodles a good stir. Che răn nodded gratefully, with a
slight smile as Tul prepared everything for them to eat. After Tul finished
preparing Che-ran's, she also poured the sauce on her plate.

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"I have something to tell you, P'Tul, but it's better to wait until we finish
eating,”

The words sparked curiosity, making Tul stop chewing and look at her with
a raised eyebrow. Che-rán was quick to explain:

“This is the autopsy report. Dad already told you, right? A case in which he
had performed an autopsy on one of the victims in the case eighteen years
ago, before the police hospital came to collect her body, for an autopsy
again.”

“Then what? Are the results different?”

“It’s different. There were wounds and lacerations that were clearly in the
shape of a weapon, precisely on the right temple. My father measured it and
it turned out that it was more than 40 mm in diameter. However, in the
police hospital autopsy report, that was not written and the size of the
weapon used was smaller than the wound, almost 10 mm.”

When they previously read the summary of case records collected by the
head office, thay clearly remembered that the written details were
somewhat illogical and unconvincing, making it difficult to let go.

“Can I see the autopsy report?”

“The documents are at the forensic institute P'Tul, eat first... otherwise, next
time I won't talk about work while eat.”

Che-ran secretly scolded her lover. Because when something else caught
her attention, she barely picked up the noodles that she complained she
wanted to eat so badly, to put them in her mouth. Tul complied well without
a single argument, but it seemed that the two would not be free from work
when the flat screen TV on the wall of the restaurant reported on the
developments of the serial murder case that was currently a social trend.

In fact, it could not even be considered progress in the investigation,

because the clues they had still could not identify who the murderer was. In
recent days, until that morning, before leaving for work, dozens of

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journalists waited to ask the police about the status of the case. Tul herself
was peppered with questions before leaving to meet Che-ran at lunch. She
thought that on the way home there would be a dozen more reporters
waiting outside the building.

When there were no reports of progress, many media outlets relied on

trends that dived into each victim's personal story. Some took topics shared
by detectives on social media, shared their opinions and turned them into
news. They analyzed video clips showing a mysterious person in a raincoat,
speculating on her approximate age, height and appearance. Even though
the quality of the video was so bad that it was difficult to see it clearly, they
still managed to tim it into a major news story.

“Today's journalists are better than the police. I don't know what the police
do every day. If I could catch the criminal myself, I would.”

Tul pretended to be deaf and did not hear the conversation of the customers
at the next table. She shrugged at Che rån and gestured that she was fine
when Che ran looked at her with concern.

“Well, we are really working slowly, we haven't made much progress. Rut
for this case, we have tried to improve the quality of the video and sketch a
composite image,"

The lieutenant nodded towards the news program, which she was still
analyzing, who was the culprit. Meanwhile, her research team has been
doing it from the beginning

The CCTV footage only shows his eyes, and enhancing them doesn't help
much. We only know that he is white, of Chinese descent and is about 180
cm tall. We still don't know how old he is... But he seems to be an avid
sportsman, judging by his appearance, he can carry an 80kg man like a
school principal.

“The author was probably right-handed. The wound on the neck was cut
from left to right.”

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Che-ran also showed her hand and slid the tip of her finger down the
lieutenant's throat from left to right. The weapon used was not an ordinary
kitchen knife, but a pocket knife, judging by the wound.

“I understand. I will pass this new information on to the rest of the team.”

When she finished speaking, Tul put more noodles in her mouth. Her mind
kept returning to the case and she seemed to remember something that,
although not very influential, was still related to the case.

"I just found out that Mr. Kanok used to be P'Tihn's high school math
teacher,"

Tul said. It was almost a coincidence, but when his older brother told him
about the antics of his high school math teacher, Tul was surprised to see
how such a person managed to rise through the ranks to an executive
position without being expelled from the educational system.

“Began offering additional tutoring sessions for children in the afternoons

after school. Each group had no more than ten students, but tuition cost
several thousand baht. He gave exam advice that was almost always spot
on. One day a student reported it and the other teachers didn't get excited
about it, but he got away with it because there was no proof. This made him
more selective in choosing who he would tutor, ensuring that his secret
would not be revealed again,"

Tul explained.

“It seemed to be an additional source of income on top of his eager teacher's

salary. But when asked how P'Tihn could know this despite not having
taken tutoring, he replied......”

“Win received additional tutoring. Sometimes I shared exam tips with him.”

Several years ago, Tul was still too young to tell her older brother to be
careful when choosing friends. However, after learning that an old friend of
her brother's had committed violence against a woman and had a similar
story with his ex wife, she felt compelled to warn P’Tihn to avoid and

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distance himself from, this old friend. But her brother was old enough to
know what was appropriate and what was not. He was much older than her
and there was no way she would have to teach him.

On the way home, the two stopped to first buy a cup of coffee. The Institute
of Forensic Medicine Tul's third home after her own house and the Central
Bureau of Investigation. In addition, she also gained special rights that other
forensic agents could not, such as entering and leaving Doctor Che-ran's
room whenever she pleases. Che-rán took out a copy of the autopsy report
document that she had been talking about while they were eating earlier and
then handed it to The lieutenant.

“I made two copies, one is for you.”

Tul looked up and smiled widely at her girlfriend's thoroughness, which

always made up for things she sometimes overlooked. Then, she began to
read the documents in her hand, scanning Professor Rakkit's autopsy report.
There was an image of a wound near the victim's temple, with measuring
instruments showing its length and width

"And judging by the depth of the wound, the torn tissue, and the damage to
the skull, the weapon was most likely no ordinary hammer. It is possible
that it was a mallet, which is larger, heavier and produces a stronger impact.
However, police said the perpetrator repeatedly hit the victim with a
hammer, causing serious damage.”

Che-rån analyzed it based on the characteristics of the wound. her father

had detailed the size and possible weapons used. However, when the
situation worsened with the discovery of many victims of the serial killer,
the headquarters ordered a new autopsy, And the new report significantly
narrowed down the detalis.

“This should be enough to confirm that the condition of the wound does not
match the weapon found.”

“I compared the autopsy reports from the forensic institute and the police
hospital to see the differences. This could help show that there is something
wrong with the case.”

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“How could I live without you?”

“Exaggerated.”

Despite saying so, Che-rán also hid her smile, then turned to take another
document from her own desk. But before the two could speak again,
Lieutenant Tul's cell phone suddenly rang. She pulled it out of her pocket,
frowning slightly at the anonymous incoming call, before answering.

“Hello.”

[H...Hello, police…]

The woman's voice on the other end of the phone sounded strange.
Lieutenant Tul raised her eyebrows slightly, as she felt that this was
someone she had contacted before.

“Who called? Need help?”

There was silence for a moment until Tul thought that the other party might
have hung up the phone, but the voice that sounded hesitant said softly,

[I'm Aramon Sittichai... You once came to my house.]

It didn't take long for Tul to remember the woman who had called her, Che-
ran, who was standing nearby, looked up from the documents in her hand
and saw the lieutenant talking to someone on the phone.

“Mrs. Aramon, what's wrong?”

[There is something I want to talk to the police about, related to my

brother's arrest 18 years ago.]

Aramon Sittichai's mother, or real name, is Sunee Saengkhao, the deceased

sister of a former serial killer. She made an appointment to meet in the
afternoon, when her husband was at work, her three children were at school,
and no one was home. Tul walked to the front of the house she had visited
and had to return empty-handed, but the person with her that day was Jew.

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Che-rán initially hesitated to follow her after discovering who her girlfriend
was talking to on the phone. And Tul, she didn't want to worry her at all.
Although her conversation about Mr. Wisut ended in an argument last time,
Tul couldn't help but worry that this might affect Che-rán's feelings as a
member of the murder victim's family.

The two arrived almost ten minutes before the agreed time. Lieutenant Tul
pressed the doorbell to call the owner of the house, indicating that she had
already arrived. Not long after standing and waiting, she heard a response
from inside before the door opened. This time there was no surprised look
from a woman in her forties like the first time because she knew the police
were going to her house.

"Hello, Mrs. Aranon."

Tul showed her police badge even though the other part of her already
recognized her. The hostess looked over her shoulder at another young
woman standing behind her. The lieutenant hurried to introduce him:

“This is the forensic doctor. We investigated this case together.”

The woman did not show any protective attitude, unlike the first time,
where she seemed cautious. Now I want to talk to the police. The owner of
the house invited them to sit at the dining table. Food was served to the
guests, two glasses of water were placed in front of them, before Mrs.
Aramon sat down, looking ready and calm, unlike the first time.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

Tul asked politely. The hostess nodded, unable to wait any longer, she
decided to talk about her old family for the first time in years.

"I have a reason why I don't want to contact my old family again,"

She said with a voice that sounded bitter as she remembered the past she
didn't want to remember.

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“My husband works in the royal palace, and it wouldn't be good if my

family were found involved in serious crimes. My brothers... One of them is
a murderer, the other is a drug dealer who just got out of prison. I just...
want to cut ties.”

“He wrote about his parents and two other brothers in the letter. We
managed to find you thanks to that.”

The wife of the official who had left her past behind nodded slightly, her
lips pressed tightly to suppress her feelings.

“In the beginning, I still sent money to my parents every month. But after
the birth of my second child, expenses started to increase, so I stopped
sending them money, I also didn't have much time to visit them... Until the
day my brother was arrested... I was so scared and stressed that I had to take
sleeping pills... I was afraid that it would affect my husband's work... so I
decided not to contact anyone else.”

It was clear that although time had passed, the stories of the past were still
imprinted in her mind, when it came to choosing a path for herself, her
husband, and her son's future, she was willing to give up her family's
reputation to find peace, and in the end she realized that life was her own
responsibility.

The rising cost of living, the struggle to come an income and the risk of
becoming involved in crime and jeopardizing her husband's job, had made
Mrs Aramon choose the best path for her.

“Didn't your family contact you either?”

Lieutenant Tul let the silence last for a while before asking again.

“In the past... there were only landlines. As for my parents, they don't have
a phone, so we haven't communicated except…”

The forty-years-old woman stopped to think for a moment. One moment,

her gaze wandering around the edge of the table, not making direct eye
contact with anyone.

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“My brother knows the address of my husband's old house before we

moved here.”

“Has he ever come to see you?”

The woman nodded. The two hands that were clenched were tightly
clenched,

"Once he came to borrow money. As I remember... At that time there was a

serial murder case. But at the time, I didn't know whether my brother was
involved or just a suspect. He came to borrow money, he said a passenger
stole all his money and left him nothing to pay the rent..”

Lieutenant Tul remembered and put together a story from all the
information she had received. There was an incident where a passenger
stole Mr. Wisul's money. The thief was a young woman who became the
sixth victim of the serial murder case. He agreed to have sex with Wisut in
exchange for a fee, not realizing that she was actually looking for an
opportunity to steal his money. The testimony of the two witnesses was so
consistent that Lieutenant Tul almost sat on the edge of her chair.

“What time did he come to see you? Do you remember the time?”

“He came to see me around midnight, I don't remember much. He came and
shouted in front of the house, so my husband gave him money so he
wouldn't bother us…”

She doubted again if she should speak, or not, raising her hand to close her
mouth. Her eyes wandered with a worried! expression:

"My husband and I are not involved in the murder case. I only lend him
money.”

“We know. We are now investigating what really happened at that time.”

“That night, after my brother went to borrow money…”

She began to tell his story, although she still feared that she would not have
luck with the things she always tried to avoid.

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“The next day, they found the body of another murdered woman. At first the
police still couldn't catch the murderer so I didn't have time to think about
anything, until... my brother was arrested... I was very afraid, because that
night he came to borrow money, but I didn't expect that after that he would
go... to kill... to kill people.”

“Was it the same night? Are you sure?”

Lieutenant Tul asked again.

“Yeah. At that time I was afraid that the police would come to the house.”

“You said before that your brother knew your old address, where is it?”

The woman was a little surprised when asked. It didn't take long for her to
think better and she found the answer:

“Near my mother-in-law's house. It's a little far from here, at Wat Paknam,”

Tul turned her head to make eye contact with Che-rán sitting next to her.
Because as far as she remembered. The body of the sixth victim was found
in a rice field on the outskirts of the city, almost to Chachoengsac province,
which is far from Thonburi, more than 40 kilometers away. It takes less
than an hour to get there. However, before she had time to consider the
possibility that Mr. Wisut had committed the crime, the cell phone on the
table suddenly rang loudly.

“My husband calls. I'll answer the call first."

The woman got up and left to answer her husband's call, giving the two
guests the opportunity to begin analyzing the events that probably occurred
that night.

“If the incident matches the case report, is it possible that he drove a taxi to
pick up the victim after borrowing money?”

“Absolutely impossible. I went to question the younger brother of the sixth

victim, it was true that it was Wisut who took her home, they had sex to pay
for the taxi and then the victim stole the money, according to their

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testimony. After the money was stolen, she borrowed money from her sister,
Mrs. Aramon, so there's no way the victim accidentally ended up in the
same tax again.”

Tul explained all the information he had to Che-ran, telling hrr all the
events in all likelihood, by then Mr. Wisut could emerge with evidence that
would confirm his whereabouts and suggest that perhaps he was not the one
who committed the crime.

“If I had really committed a crime that day, I wouldn't have wasted time
borrowing money from someone before carrying out the act. There was no
way he would have driven across town and dumped the body elsewhere in
Bangkok. He had already hurt hid victim and then put her in the car at that
point, it would be a different story.”

“But inside the taxi there were no stains of blood, sweat or hair from any of
the victims. It was hard to tell if he was in the car or not.”

Che-rån helped confirm the evidence found in the case files. Although
almost no traces were found in the taxi, it was concluded that he had
delivered it.

The owner of the house returned to the table in front of the two guests, with
an expression as if she was carrying a heavy burden on her shoulders all the
time. Lieutenant Tul immediately asked the next question she wanted to
know.

“Ms. Aramon, have the police never come to see you before? Doesn't
anyone know that you are Mr. Wisut's younger sister?”

She nodded her head. At that moment she was very afraid, but no police
came to her house. The arrest of a serial killer 18 years ago only revealed
that he was from Chanthaburi province and came to drive a taxi to
Bangkok. No one mentioned Mr. Wisut's family, no one knew if he had
siblings.

"So why did you decide to talk to us today?"

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The forty-year-old woman was silent for a moment before answering

“Because there was news of a serial murder that resembled my brother's

case. He made me think about it again…”

Her eyes were wet with tears,

“And I only found out after he got out of prison, he went to see me...at my
mother-in-law's house. When he found out that I had moved, he left a
letter…”

“What's in the letter? Did you save it.”

She shook her head slowly, trying to hold back her sobs until her head and
shoulders shook as she told the story.

“I threw it away because I was very afraid. He wrote that he didn't do it...
Why didn't I tell the police that he came to my house at that time? Why
didn't I go to help him as a witness? We are brothers, we grew up together,
why did I ignore him...?”

The atmosphere in the car on the way home felt different than before, and
Tul could feel it. The soft background music of the radio helped case the
tension, but the woman next to her continued to stare out the window
without saying a word. The driver looked again and again with concern. Tul
gently extended her left hand to hold the small hand lying on the chair. Che
rån turned her head back to look at her and her hands intertwined

“What are you thinking?”

Che-rán took a deep breath and looked at her hands. After a moment of
calming down, she finally spoke:

“P'Tul, how much do you think we learned today?”

“Legally speaking, his sister's testimony is generally less reliable, but if she
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first place, not now... Regardless of fear or any other reason, I'm sure she
wouldn't lie.”

Tul expressed her direct opinion. From everything she heard, Mrs. Aramon
Sittichai seemed reluctant to get involved with her former family.
Additionally, she feared that someone would discover her family's
connection to serial killers.

“The average time of death for each victim is between ten at night and
midnight. The perpetrator chose in commit the crime at the time when sex
workers usually start working. If what Mrs. Aramon said is true… You
shouldn't have been able to go back and forth between your sister's house
and the crime scene in such a short time.”

Tul finished her sentence in sketch form. The possibility that Mr. Wisut had
committed the murder of the sixth victim was very small, especially from
the autopsy results of the second victim recorded by Dr. Rakkit, the
condition of the injuries and the weapons found were not coincided. It was
possible that at least the two victims mentioned had not lost their lives at
the hands of Mr. Wisut as the accused.

“One of the victims was from Chanthaburi, the same province as Mr. Wisut.
In a letter to his mother, he mentioned helping police identify the body, it is
true that he was always close to the crime scene and that made him a
suspect, especially if he was close to the victim. He will be a suspect, even
though it has not been previously proven that he killed the first victim who
rejected his love.”

Tul analyzed,

“Nothing that the behavior seemed illogical, when seen from the opposite
point of view. However, this is just a hypothesis that has not been proven to
be true,”

Che-rån listened attentively. She admitted that the 18 years old serial
murder case deserved to be re-examined. The investigation had many
weaknesses in the case file, and the autopsies of the victims were performed
with a lack of transparency, omitting Important detalls that violated forensic

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medical ethics. All of the above made it impossible for Che-rán to pretend
that she didn't feel anything, For years, her mother's memories were
clouded by the constant question of why her mother was the victim of a
serial killer. Although this weighed heavily on her, it could not compare to
the pain of knowing that the murderer was still at large, unpunished and
living a normal and happy life in society like any other ordinary person.

“Ran…”

A soft and random voice called Che-ran who was lost in thought. Tul took a
moment to look away from the road and stare at her lover until Che-rån had
to gently criticize her.

“Drive carefully, watch the road.”

“I'll talk to the inspector about this. If possible, I could do both cases
together.”

Tul said while she was still holding Ran's hand. Since it was decided to
reopen the case 18 years ago, a lot had happened... the death of Mr. Wisut,
the attack on Lieutenant Jew when she met with witnesses, and even a
series of murders with a similar pattern. Tul tried to remain calm, avoiding
the conclusion that the perpetrator himself was responsible. She carefully
followed the evidence, step by step, until she reached a convincing result.

“We have to work together. After all, forensic medicine is also involved. “

But Tul hesitated,

“Are you okay?”

“Alright. I can handle it.”

"Okay, smart doctor,"

The lieutenant joked with slightly sarcastic words, so Che-rán gently

pinched her cheek as punishment.

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“But if something happens, you have to tell me, okay? Don't keep it to
yourself,"

Said Tul. She respected Che ran's decision but she also wanted to protect
her from as much emotional stress as possible. Just admitting that the killer
may never be caught was devastating for the victim's family. Tul could
barely begin to understand the depth of Che-ran's pain. Che-rán responded
with action, resting her head on Tul's arm. Revealing the vulnerable side of
her to the person who could comfort her with kind words or reassuring
gestures, which made her feel better and better. it wouldn't be an
exaggeration if she ever said that Lieutenant Tul got her used to having
someone by her side.

Lieutenant Tul presented a report detailing discrepancies in the 18-year-old

serial murder case to Inspector Pichet. Through extensive research, she
discovered two main points that indicated that Wisut Saengkhan might not
be the true author.

1.
The Police Hospital estimated the time of Ms. Nongkran Thepwathee
victim number 6), recorded on June 7, 1998 at 10:45 p.m. And on that date
and time, Mr. Wisut arrived at her sister's house, met with her sister and her
husband as witnesses at that address.

2.
EM. Sopita Khamnol (victim number 2 by Dr. Rakkit Chanthanasathien,
forensic doctor, showed a wound on the right temple that clearly showed the
shape of a weapon, the diameter of it was 43 mm. This is different from the
size of the hammer that Mr. Wisut has (27 mm). Other clues could not be
clearly confirmed, but there were great doubts about Mr. Wisut. It was
possible that he had been involved because of ties that showed his
relationship with each victim, making him a suspect,

Inspector Pichet sighed hesitantly, finding a point of conflict with the

previous investigation, but Lieutenant Tul returned with so much
documentation that it was impossible to argue on this point. And also, why

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did Mr. Wisut's younger sister now appear to confirm that her older brother
was innocent? However, one could say that her younger sister's testimony
was completely unreliable.

If the Inspector signed that acceptance, it meant that the case had to be
formally reviewed. If it was discovered that there was a mistake that led to
the arrest of an innocent person, the investigation team at that time would
surely face disciplinary measures, which could be severe, even up to
demotion or dismissal according to the rules.

Nowadays, many police officers were involved in cases from the past, their
careers had progressed so well that it was completely impossible to admit
that they had ever done anything wrong. The Inspector had a vague idea
that this was not the way to go to carry out the investigation smoothly. But
he will become an obstacle, a thorn, a nuisance, and in the end he must
surrender to the power above.

The tip of the pen remained on the paper for a few minutes, before going on
to sign the confession. It was better than having to sit and be embarrassed
later for fear of power. As throughout his service several years ago. There
was never a day when he was proud of it.

“Let's continue with the news about the serial killer case. The reporter
received the latest report from the police who are currently carrying out an
investigation, whether anyone saw the suspect or not. Initially, the
perpetrator was thought to be a man,, 180 cm tall, age unknown, Chinese
descent... There are also additional reports that the police will investigate
this case in parallel to the 1998 rainy season serial murder case.”

The announcer spoke solemnly, echoing the latest report they had just
received, They responded to public demands for an investigation to
discover whether the killer was the same individual or not. They had the
same method, hitting the victim's face, tying their wrists with rope and
choosing to do it only on rainy nights. However, the police also did not
eliminate the issue of impersonation, as in previous harassment cases.

A presenter sitting on the other side of the long table mentioned information
that supported the direction of the investigation.

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“If viewers still remember the 1998 serial murder case, it was closed with
the arrest of Mr. Wisut Saengkhao, who was detained for more than 18
years and was only released four months ago the news program showed
graphic images and a chronological diagram of events from the time the
suspect was incarcerated until his release, Mr. Wisut was again suspected in
a copycat murder case, before ending his life in his hometown. He left a
suicide note stating that he had not received justice.”

“Due to these reasons, this makes the public, especially in the social media
sphere, wonder if Wisut Saengkhao was just a scapegoat, when another
shocking incident occurred after his death.”

This news has spread to people who have expressed their position in the
direction in which support should be provided. When the matter reached the
ears of the opposition politician who had given an interview on police work,
Mr. Atip Sarasin, he stood in the middle of the media to express his opinion.

“As a representative of the people, I support a review of an 18-year-old case

based on facts. An operation to revive this case is very unlikely. But if the
case is flawed or new evidence is found, this must be proven immediately
in addition to politically influential and well-known people, now teams
from various news agencies had also gone out into the field to interview
people on the street who still remember the details of the 1998 case.”

A middle-aged man, his face was censored while giving an interview to

field journalists.

“I remember that in the past no one dared to leave the house in the rain,
especially women. One night, my girlfriend was late from work, so I had to
drive to pick her up.”

The anonymous person enthusiastically recounted the events that occurred

at that time, which be remembered clearly

“Before the police could close this case, seven people had already died. It
took months until it closed, right? I still wonder why they chased the taxi
driver. At first he denied it, but finally he confessed, perhaps due to
pressure.”

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The journalist asked again if he was sure that the police had caught the real
perpetrator.

“Personally, I don't think so. Everyone says the police made him a
scapegoat... Especially in the recent case, I think the real culprit has
returned.”

The unsolved serial murder case and the police are yet to arrest the
perpetrator, had caused fear among the general public, making every night
filled with fear. This day would have been a normal day if there had not
been heavy rain that suddenly fell since the aftermoon. Every night, as the
raindrops fell, the question arises: who will be the next victim?

Due to unfavorable weather conditions, traffic in the capital was slow and
congested. The sound of thunder added a layer of unease, sometimes
surprising someone sheltering under a bus stop while waiting for the bus
they want to arrive. Not far away, a person stood alone in the rain, blending
into the darkness with his dark raincoat, making him almost invisible to
anyone. His eyes, filled with an eerle gleam, fierce fixed on a young woman
sitting at the end of the chair, hunched over her phone, oblivious to the
imminent danger.

He reached into his raincoat and pulled out something. Raindrops fell to the
ground, covering the sound of his footsteps, approaching the young woman
he was aiming for, waiting for the right moment. When human instinct
detected danger, she immediately rushed towards it.

Lieutenant Tul rushed to the scene as soon as possible after receiving

notification from the local police station that they had managed to arrest the
"Raincoat Killer" Although she was still confused by the message she
received, she arrived ten minutes later. Several people stood by and watched
the incident while holding up their cell phones to take pictures and record
videos.

The lieutenant pushed her way through the crowd and approached a police
officer who was standing in front of a man in a raincoat, sitting next to a
bus stop, his hands cuffed.

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“This guy, Lieutenant. They told us that he was going to hurt a woman, but
a good citizen was able to help him in time.”

As soon as she saw that the police from her headquarters had arrived, the
police officer who contacted her immediately gave her a brief explanation
of what happened. Lieutenant Tul nodded before reaching out to pull the
waterproof hood over his head, including the black mask that hid almost
half of his face.. It turned out that he was a teenager who was probably 18
years old, looking bruised, bleeding and with a split lip, probably due to the
anger of the residents. Before the police arrived, the nearby crowd
speculated angrily, believing that the serial killer was still young and
probably not old enough.

“What is your supposed weapon?”

“Here.”

Tul received a hammer with a wooden handle and an iron head, similar to a
hammer in general, although it was worn. The smaller head size is not much
different from a normal hammer, so it seemed like a common item found in
every home. The lieutenant looked at the teenager who did not dare to look
the police officer in the eyes before exerting force to make him stand up.

The boy tried to defend himself by moving his arms and Tul gently released
them again. She sighed and shook her head, telling the other officers that
there was no need to bother him because all she wanted was to measure his
height. After learning that the child was only a few centimeters taller than
her, it did not coincide with the registered data of the murderer..

“Call his parents to tell them about the attempted assault charges, He is not
the serial killer we are looking for.”

Lieutenant Tul gave orders to the police at the local police station before
returning home empty-handed that night. It was a situation she didn't expect
to encounter, but she ended up dealing with it. It wasn't just one person,
police officers in the entire Bangkok area were in chaos and confusion.
Even the central investigation office couldn't catch a breath. Murmurs and
complaints from those detained and taken for interrogation were recorded

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daily, more than ten a week. Most were teenagers dressed up to imitate the
raincoat-wearing killer who had become a sensation. They stood in various
places in the city, chasing people, some even causing panic in the middle of
the night, causing chaos throughout the society.

The final act involved Captain Dan, who threw a high school student into a
chair for questioning. A confiscated fake knife and hammer were found on
the table.

“It was just a joke. My gun was fake. No one would get hurt with it, right?”

The teenager's brave words made the police around him turn around in
annoyance, Lieutenant Tul, who had just returned, also seeing the irritated
Captain Dan, let out a loud scream. He almost hit the boy if not because
someone had stopped him. And it wasn't just about posing as a murderer
creating chaos, the police were also receiving numerous phone calls
claiming to have clurs about the notorious case. Several people reported
seeing the killer appear in front of their own homes, and these all turned out
to be false reports.

In the morning, the weather was still cloudy after heavy rain all night, the
two-lane road in the village alley did not have much traffic. The guy from
the house at the end of the alley went for a morning walk with his big dog,
like he did every day. The four-legged creature walked anxiously in front of
its master, pausing to sniff a power pole before lifting one leg to do its own
business, until reaching an abandoned area where grass had grown. Despite
his owner's attempts to return him to his normal path, the big dog refused to
listen, as if there were something more interesting than his master's orders.

The old man saw the strange behavior of his beloved dog and approached
him. But he did not see any foreign object in the grass. But the dog kept
sniffing the same spot, tail raised skyward and trembling as he tried to push
the thing away. Something round, like a ping pong ball, rolled across the
floor

The dog's owner crouched down and stared for a moment to see what it
was. But suddenly he.... was shocked to the point of screaming loudly. The
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ball, covered in grass and dirt where the dog had pulled it from, and blood
stains around it confirmed that it was... A human eyeball. The old man's
hands were shaking so much that he almost let go of the dog's leash. He
couldn't stand seeing his dog sniffing his eyeball with her snout, as if it
were a new toy.

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③⑤

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ғɪᴠᴇ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of violence and murder.

The local community was well aware that the construction of a small
'Check Point' shopping centre, located next to the main road and the
Skytrain station, had met with opposition from the small community that
used to live there and trade there, before being forced to move by the
developer. The developer claimed to have prepared relief measures. In the
end, the old shops and buildings in the area were completely demolished to
build a new, modern shopping center in Bangkok

Behind the scenes of a construction project, there were always connections

and support from influential figures. Over the past few decades, the
Kalavanich family's restaurant business had continued to grow. This success
was due in part to the management skills of the head of the family.
However, the most important factor that led to its current success was...

“Why can't we contact her? Try calling your secretary.”

Mr. Kasem Kalavanich was so desperate that he shouted at his subordinates

who were rushing to follow his orders. It was the second time he organized
a meeting with local politicians, early in the morning. She probably
wouldn't feel anxious if the last time they saw each other went as agreed
and he didn't postpone the date on the grounds that he was busy with
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“The secretary doesn't know where the deputy is, but last night she posted
on her personal Facebook that she went to dinner with Mr. Chom…”

"She's really going to get rid of me. I have thought about it.”

Kasem uttered an insult when he predicted that the meeting could fail again
as before he played and did not come to sign the contract. I really wonder
who would be stupid enough to vote for him if he didn't buy votes. In
addition in being a businessman, Mr. Kasem was also highly respected in
the neighborhood where he lived. He regularly donated money and
supplies, especially when the community was affected by disasters such as
fires that had burned dozens of homes. Kasem was the main provider of
assistance in times like that. Because of this, he was approached by a
political party to help him gain votes in exchange for cotinections and
opportunities for business advancement. Therefore, whatever Kasem
needed could be easily achieved through local politicians who had a
mutually beneficial relationship wits him.

However, the current situation was not going according to expectations. The
ruling party faced problems daily and its popularity plummeted. A large
number of pledged votes remained outstanding and there was no sign that
they had been completed. The district representative, whom she most
wanted to see, was constantly absent from scheduled meetings.
Furthermore, he was having dinner with his business rivals, who would
probably share the profits in the
future...just like she did before,

“Where did Kawin go? is there anyone I can trust here?”

Mr. Kasem grumbled, even taking out his frustration on his son, whom he
had not seen all morning even though she had recrived a call to meet him.
His son lived abroad for more than half of his life and had to take his things
to Thailand due to a problem and had to depend on his father again.

“Mister, something big has happened,"

Said one of his subordinates who opened the door and entered with a
panicked expression.

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“Someone found a body on Soi 21. It looks like he just died last night!”

“Why are you telling me that? Whoever dies is their problem. I have a
problem too,"

Mr. Kasem responded angrily. It didn't seem like it was something

important enough to affect his life. However, his subordinates moved
slightly, still pale.

"It's related to you, sir. They said the person who died was... MP Chutikam,
the person who was meeting you today.”

The sky was really cloudy, as if it could rain at any moment. Police officers
controlled the crime scene, which was an open area no different from
previous cases. The two-lane road had wide open spaces in several arcas,
which were left empty until the grass grow. Local residents and the media
stayed away from the area surrounding the site.

Lieutenant Tul arrived at the scene as soon as she received the news that
someone had found the body of an unknown woman, lying in a pool of
blood. Initial reports indicated that the victim died from a blow to the head,
leading investigators to suspect that this could be the serial murder being
investigated. The policewoman, with long strides, entered the cordoned off
area, preventing the entry of unauthorized people. Coincidentally, her gaze
met several people walking directly towards her from the other side of the
main street.

Che-rán along with other officers walked along with their team. The two
made eye contact for a moment before Tul nodded gently to her lover and
then they walked together towards the crime scene. Che-rán had reiterated
her commitment to pursue the case, with the sole objective of catching the
culprit, regardless of whether the case was related to the incident 18 years
ago or not.

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The woman's body lay on the side of the road, surrounded by a puddle of
blood-stained water and with her arms tied behind her back like the two
previous victims. Her suit was covered in mud and blood stains. Something
that caught our attention and could not be ignored was that there was a large
compaign poster with a politician in the background. The condition of the
body was so terrible that the agents who saw it were speechless, unable to
utter a single word. The most terrible thing was the lifeless face of this
victim who had no eyes. Her eye sockets were hollow, her eyes were
gouged out, blood was flowing down her face, her lips were parted as if she
was screaming at the top of her lungs in agony before her death.

Everyone in the place forgot to make their own voices. Lieutenant Tul
looked away from the gruesome corpse, trying to think of the reason why
this person was also subjected to the cruel treatment of a murderer. The
medical examiner knelt over the lifeless body, her voice mixing with the
chatter of the agents collecting evidence. Every step of the autopsy process
was carefully documented. Something that set this victim apart from the
others was that the killer left her face intact. Perhaps on purpose to show
that the eyeballs were missing.

The wound occurred before the victim died, judging by the profuse
bleeding. The perpetrator used a sharp object to tear out her eyeball,
including her eyelid, which was also torn. We may have to check if there is
a chipped bone in the eye to make it clearer, Che-rán explained clearly as
she caressed the corpse's pale face, covered in blood stains. Her hand
moved to the side of her head where her hair was also stained with blood,
and she found that not only were her eyes missing...

Both of this earlobes had been cut, leaving only holes dripping with blood,
creating a homifying sight for officers on the scene. Che ran closed her eyes
for a moment as she faced the brutal reality of this unknown woman's body,

“Her ears... They were mutilated in the same way. Was any part of her body
found?”

“One of the eyeballs was found about 200 meters from this place, in the
village of Mueang Tri. Meanwhile, the other organs are still being
searched,"

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Tul replied seriously. She was told the eyeball was found before the body
was discovered a short distance away, It was
possible that the perpetrator decided to dispose of the body part remotely,
and could have done so in a different location, Currently, in addition to
another missing eye, two earlobes also needed to be found.

“As for the cause of death... Was it due to excessive blood loss?”

Che rån shook her head gently, her rubber gloved hand holding the head of
the corpse that had injuries related to blunt force trauma. Bruises that
appeared on the scalp indicated significant impact from the weapon,
possibly causing a skull fracture and potentially impacting the brain.

“The perpetrator most likely used a blunt weapon with enough force to hit
her in the head. It's possible that she broke her bones and caused some
pretty severe brain trauma
it was no different from previous murder incidents. The attacker continued
to coldly torture each Victim, even though they had serious injuries. Doing
so before death would have quite serious consequences. The victim could
not endure the pain of near death for long, but died from a blow to the head.
It was the main cause of his death.”

“Lieutenant, we found ears and eyes that are believed to belong to the
victim. Each part was scattered in various locations within a radius of
approximately 400 meters on the grass. An ear was found in a garden, in
front of the town......”

“I writes down where they found it and immediately takes the pieces for
forensic examination to see if they really belong to him.”

Lieutenant Tul responded to the officer that she was going to inform him of
her progress, she turned around and established eye contact with Che-rán
who was already looking at her. The look in her eyes showed that they had
the
same opinion on this case. The murderer's abuse towards the three victims
had different characteristics. Although the third victim's face had not been
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ears had been cut off, and then thrown away. Therefore, it was very likely
that the murderer had left another message.

Lieutenant Tul raised her head and looked with a dignified voice at the
campaign poster that served as a backdrop to this terrifying scene. Did the
perpetrator deliberately create a situation similar to the incident where
Principal Kanok was murdered near the flagpole inside the school? If so,
then the message on the poster, which showed the face of a middle-aged
woman covered in makeup with her hands raised in supplication, could be a
clue.

Thank you for all the voices of the residents of Laksi and Chatuchak, -Mn.
Chutikam Panjasap.

Tul looked down to see the corpse of the unknown woman. Forensic agents
turned the body over to observe from behind. Her suit was stained with
blood, but her face was still intact and her hair remained in good condition
even when covered in blood. If she was the deputy of Chutikarn... How
could the culprit manage to reach her so easily that he could kill her without
anyone seeing or wondering?

"P'Tul, we found someone's car that crashed into a tree on the side of the
road."

Lieutenant Jew who was controlling the situation outside the scene
approached. However, she still kept her distance and tried her best not to
look at the state of the corpse.

“When we tried to check the owner of the BMW, the license plate was
1887, and from the documents found in the car, the car belonged to a
member of parliament.... The one on the campaign poster…”

Lieutenant Jew nodded toward a large board mounted on a pole. Although

she had already guessed it before, Lieutenant Tul was not happy that her
guess was correct....

“We will play the dash cam video clip in case you captured the incident. Phi
do you want to come see It?”

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Lieutenant Tul immediately ran to the scene where they found a car that had
crashed into a large tree on the side of the road. Her mind was filled with
countless questions about the bravery of the perpetrator, to the point of her
leaving behind dash cam files. The more she thought about it, the more she
realized that she couldn't understand this murderer's thoughts.

A sleek black BMW sat on the side of the road, its quality evident by the
lack of visible dents or scratches. However, the left front bumper, which hit
the tree, suffered more serious damage than expected. There were long
scratch marks, as if they came from something being rubbed, near the right
side door. Forensic agents were examining fingerprints on the steering
wheel, alerting investigators to the initial findings.

“The airbag was working when the car hit the tree. We found a cell phone
under the driver's seat, indicating that she may not have been able to call for
help at the time of the accident. The fingerprints that were found are mostly
from the victim who opened the door herself.”

Lieutenant Tul approached the police officer who was removing the
memory card from the dash camera to view it on the laptop she was
carrying, hoping to find key moments where the perpetrator took action.
When they opened the file and zoomed in, the screen showed the last
recording. The camera images were recorded at night, so visibility was only
as far as the headlights, showing streaks of heavy rain hitting the
windshield. The windshield wipers made an occasional movement from
side to side. The road, believed to be not far from where the body was
found, was understood to be ahead. The digital number in the lower left
corner showed the time, 22:05.

Suddenly the camera shook violently accompanied by the screams of a

woman who lost control of the car she was driving on the slippery road. The
vehicle swerved off the road and hit a large tree. The driver's screams then
appeared to fade, possibly indicating that she momentarily lost
consciousness. However, suddenly, in the front camera images, where
before there was nothing but an empty road, someone appeared.

He was wearing a raincoat and was coming out from behind the tree that
had been hit. Even though he wasn't looking directly at the camera like in

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the CCTV footage at the massage parlour, they could still clearly see that it
was the same raincoat, the same color and an action that had no reason to
go in front of the camera as if he did it on purpose.

Tul clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. Once
again, the murderer who not afraid of anything, delied the police who could
not catch him

(Night of incident)

A large campaign sign was placed on the side of the road so that passersby
could easily see the beautiful message of thanks for each vote from the
residents of the area. Fake smiling face of a middle-aged woman with
crossed hands. But who didn't know hypocrisy? The citizens who relied
heavily on that shamelessness probably didn't realize how they dared to
make such a big sign with the citizens' tax money.

The rain began to fall harder after a cloudy and drizzly day. A woman was
being dragged by a very strong hand, making her unable to fight back. He
left her lying an the ground, mixing with the rubber pavement filled with
puddles of rainwater. She felt sudden pain all over her body and head,
especially in her right knee, until she could not move, perhaps because of
the previous car collision. After regaining consciousness, she tried to get out
of the car to get help, but she was attacked and dragged to this place… In
front of her own campaign sign...

Her lips were covered with a piece of cloth and she couldn't scream for
help. Additionally, she had both of her wrists tied behind her back, leaving
her in a helpless state. As she tried in think of a way to survive, she
wondered if anyone would follow this path or not. But she was in vain, she
only found darkness, heavy raindrops wetting her body, and campaign
posters with a budget of millions of baht that were actually no different
from ordinary steel poles. The advantage was that people could see the
beauty of it during the day and it was made with her own signature.

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And then as if to give the victim time to worry about what would happen to
her, the mysterious man in a raincoat moved his feet closer while holding
the hammer tightly in his right hand. The woman screamed again, but no
sound came out because her mouth was tightly closed. The serial killer on
the news who was being hunted by the polite, appeared before her and
chose her as his next victim.

"You know what you're getting into, right?”

His voice contained laughter, as if something was really ridiculous. Judging

from her eyes, she could see that the other party was very scared. The
assassin stared at her with sparkling, piercing, merciless eyes, behind a
mask the same color as his raincoat, hiding a wide smile of satisfaction.

“Look at your campaign posters, do you remember promising something to

the people wha elected you? The beautiful rhetoric of politicians, promising
to faithfully serve the people, even showing down and begging for votes,
and then what? Have they obtained real results?”

He spoke with a voice that was almost drowned out by the rain, but it
sounded very deep. The politician tried to defend her life with eyes full of
tears, fused with raindrops, while her story unfolds in several parts.

“Do you know why I didn't give you the opportunity to speak?”

Deputy Chutikam shook her head. She tried to scream through the piece of
cloth covering her mouth.

“Because you never listen to people's voices, so I don't need to listen to

you.”

His cold words were incomparable when the next second she saw silver
metal reflecting its light, being removed from the raincoat. The woman in
her forties widened her eyes. Her body trembled from the freezing rain and
the fear she felt. A strong hand reached out and grabbed her hair. The
woman stopped all her fighting, not daring to move her head, her eyes were
scared when she saw the sharp blade on her cheek.

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“Ears that never listen, well, it's not necessary to have them.”

At the end of his sentence, the blade of the knife moved slowly to cut the
soft flesh of her earlobe. The pain was unbearable, more than anything she
had ever experienced in this life, without even the chance to cry. Before
long, the piece of earlobe fell to the ground. Red blood instantly stained her
cheeks, neck, and expensive clothes

“When society is in trouble, where do you put your ears?”

The pathetic member of parliament was almost unconscious. Her blurry

vision could only vaguely capture the image of her in front of her. When the
assassin's hand moved to her other ear, she could only scream helplessly
before the excruciating pain occurred a second time. The knife slowly cut
through the soft flesh on the other side, A little more difficull than when the
right hand was used to hold the knife. However, this only increased the
torment inflicted on the victim because it took longer to complete. Blood
splattered back into her face as prieces of her earlobe fell to the ground.

Without any mercy given to someone who was on the verge of death, her
limp body fell to the ground, her eyelids drooping and trying to look at the
raindrops falling on her face. But it wasn't over yet... When the killer stood
up and straddled her pathetic prey, she looked nothing like the fake woman
on the campaign poster

“On a day when people needed help the most, where were you? In the
community that was almost the basis of your vote, you disappeared when
the fire burned their houses. You didn't show up to see how much suffering
the people here were experiencing…”

The edge of the knife still never left the person's face, which slowly
weakened with each passing moment. He had her ears cut off, but she could
still hear the murderer reinforcing her past selfish actions, in the middle of
the people but never paying attention to the needs of the people. She only
does good for a time by her will, then ignores those who demand it,
considering it a trivial matter that does not affect her.

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Every day she ate well, lived well, and felt comfortable. There was no need
to tire herself out unnecessarily. She didn't expect to end up like this... She
died at the hands of a murderer who was slowty killing her.

“You saw everything that happened, but you pretended not to know. You no
longer need eyes to see anything.”

He squeezed the tip of her chin so hard it hurt and he moved her head to
escape. He taised the tip of the knife again and pointed it at the left eyelid,
before pressing it and twisting it to remove the eye. A dark red liquid
flowed out along with a twisted scream that sounded like an animal coming
out of a piece of cloth. Her body writhed in agony, pain flooding every fiber
of her, leaving her speechless from the moment she rolled her eyes and fell
to the ground in a pathetic manner.

He removed one eye but it wasn't over yet. The tip of the sharp knife
pierced the other eyelid again, doing the same thing. The difference was
that the victim no longer screamed as if she were dead. Because she could
no longer bear the immeasurable pain. The second eye rolled across the
pavement, leaving only two circular holes in her face.

The murderer watched the councilwoman's last moments with an expression

of disgust. The woman's lips moved, indicating that she was still alive, His
tall figure stood up, his thick hands grabbed the hammer and held it tightly,
then raised it above her head. With all his strength, he hit the center of the
head. Mrs. Chutikarn's body convulsed one last time before she took her
last breath.

The news of MP Chutikarn Panjasap's death spread faster than a forest fire.
The worst thing is that she was murdered by a serial killer whom until now
the police had not been able to catch. The ruling party refused to grant an
interview, saying it had to discuss the problems that had occurred, and also
denied that the late lawmaker had political enemies and that the party had
nothing to do with her death.

Rain tell throughout the day as predicted, and thunderstorms were expected
to cause the capital and surrounding areas to face bad weather for several
more days. Previously, rain poly made things difficult for commuters,

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causing flooding and traffic jams. However, currently people lived in fear
that something bad would happen to them or their families. On the other
hand, some people argued that if they had done nothing wrong, why should
they fear being killed?

The Central Bureau of Investigation came under great pressure due to its
extremely slow work, resulting in the deaths of three people. One of the
victims was a respected politician in parliament. Several media outlets
began to investigate MP Chutikarn's past actions, as it was likely that she
had made a mistake similar to that of the two previous victims.

The body of the latest victim was sent to the Forensic Institute for a detailed
autopsy. Lieutenant Tul and Inspector Pichet arrived half an hour later,
avoiding the mass of journalists gathered at the entrance of the building.
Although she was criticized by the media for not providing clear
information about the case, it was better than being stuck in front of
reporters for an hour and missing the autopsy.

Fortunately, the Forensic Institute did not allow outsiders to enter, except
for officials and people who had appointments. Therefore, the building was
relatively empty, no journalists entered to cause a commotion. But there
was someone waiting in front of the observation room. Captain Dan seemed
displeased upon meeting his colleagues, including the crime squad
inspector, but showed no signs of intimidation.

"The commander wants the parliarnentarian's body to be taken immediately

to the police hospital for an autopsy,"

He said directly in an authoritarian tone, receiving direct orders from The

commander. Lieutenant Tul took the document from his hand to read it. As
stated, the letter was signed by Police Lieutenant General Tech Techakomol,
citing the need for several things, including better preparation and
equipment of the police hospital to conduct autopsies smoothly. This also
demonstrated his intention, as an election candidate from the same party as
the late deputy, to investigate the case with integrity and immediately arrest
the murderer. Before finishing reading, Tul didn't know how many times
she breathed. She thought that after Che-ran and the Forensic Institute had
previously refused, the other party would probably rolent. But it turned out

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that they were doubling down and acting like stubborn children. He seemed
like he was determined to do what he wanted.

The forensic experts always cooperated with headquarters and there was
never anything wrong, so they probably would not have handed over the
body. The young lieutenant handed the document back to the other person,
placing it firmly in her hands, not caring if it was crumpled or not..

“You yourself know that now the person in charge of investigating this
serial murder case is my team. Actually, I don't need to ask permission from
people who don't have the rights, right?”

Commander Dan said citing his sense of justice in carrying out the
investigation, which he had separated from the team from the beginning,
Who doesn't know that he went directly to the Commander to get a role in
this big case?

"Then why didn't I see you at the place this morning? If you hadn't told me,
I would have thought you were just someone handing out documents.”

“Lieutenant.”

The young captain lowered his voice because it hurt him to hear the
criticism, If this time he returned empty-handed, he was not sure what
consequences he would face, since that would be considered a breach of
duty from him. However, if Lieutenant Tul disobeyed the commander's
orders, she risked disciplinary action. He still considered himself superior to
Lieutenant Tul in many ways

“Captain, leave. Forensics are about to begin the autopsy. Don't get in the
way, it's just a waste of other people's time,”

"Disobeying orders will have consequences,"

Captain Dan said, not just referring to Lieutenant Tul. His gaze turned to the
inspector who now had the courage to sign the report highlighting the errors
of the investigation carried out 18 years ago. Anyone could risk being
dismissed from service for conflict with the police commander.

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Mrs Chutikarn's lifeless body was thoroughly cleaned of blood stains before
being taken to the autopsy preparation room, Lieutenant Tul arrived just as
Che-rán appeared along with her two assistants. The atmosphere was tense,
filled with intense pressure. Although Captain Dan was not around, the
room still felt heavy.

“Ms. Chatikam Panjasap, 44, member of parliament for Bangkok, Laksi

Chatuchak district. The night before the incident, she went out to eat with
an acquaintance before leaving around 9:30 p.m. The incident occurred
around 10:00 p.m., after the car lost control and crashed into a tree on the
side of the road,”

Lieutenant Tul reported the story of the deceased so that the forensic
medical team could hear it. Che-rán nodded before beginning to investigate
the external scars on the body.

“It has been confirmed that there was an accident before. This long bruise
appears to have been caused by the seat belt that held her from her right
shoulder diagonally to her stomach. Can I see the x-ray of the ribs?”

The medical assistant prepared an Che-ran pointed out several broken

points on the bones and told his assistant to write down:

“The right clavicle is broken, three ribs are broken from the fifth to the
seventh bone. What was the condition of the driver's seat when it was
found?”

“The seat was close to the steering wheel and the deceased had a small
body. She may have hit the airbag with all her might.”

“The airbag prevented her head from hitting the steering wheel. She had
bruises and broken ribs from the pressure of the seat belt,"

Che rån explained,

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“These injuries were quite devastating for the victim, especially since she
was a middle-aged woman. This also made it difficult to move and defend
against the assassin.”

Her face was pale from blood loss, with wrinkles visible on her cheeks that
indicated her age. Both of her eye sockets were hollow after her eyeballs
were torn out, making it difficult to continue watching the scene for more
than a minute. However, Che rân, who was committed to her duties, could
not help but check the condition of any corpse she found. The overhead
lights were adjusted to illuminate the area she was examining. Holding a
magnifying glass, she first checked her left eye socket for scars.

“The perpetrator used a sharp weapon to cut the eyelids, severing the
muscles that hold the eyes together. It was done in both eyes. The cut
started from the inside corner and went clockwise, indicating that the
perpetrator was right-handed. The cut most likely reached the orbital bone.
If we scan with 3D simulation, we may find scratches on the bones. I also
want to check if there is damage to the eyes…”

Che rán explained. The metal tray prepared by the medical assistant was not
pleasant at all: it contained two eyeballs that the perpetrator had thrown in
different places. Lieutenant Tul braced herself when she saw a small ball-
shaped object, gelatinous in texture, with a black pupil and branching blood
vessels around it

“The wall of the eyeball was torn, an open wound was visible, and blood
was coming out of the white part of the eye.”

Che-rán then turned her attention to the incision in the cartilage of both
ears, making its unevenness.

“The perpetrator was right-handed, but cut off her left ear with his non-
dominant left hand. As a result, the incision wound was uneven, causing
more bruising to the tissue on the left side, compared to the right side.”

“But is it possible that he can also use his left hand?”

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“Yes, but perhaps he is not as skilled as his right hand. He's definitely
practicing with his left hand.”

Lieutenant Tul did not think that there would be a case where the
perpetrator could use both his left and right hands, which would cause
confusion for the officers when arresting him, but there were many people
who were good at using both hands. He may be left handed, but he has been
trained to use his right hand. Some people even practice using their left
hand because they want something different and it has more benefits than
just using their right hand.

As for the fatal wound in the center of the victim's head, Che-rån
discovered that the bruises on the scalp could be used to measure the size of
the weapon used in the attack. She asked her assistant to immediately hand
her a tape measure.

“There is blood under the skin, and the edges of the wound are not smooth,
the central diameter is about 42 mm. Now I will proceed to dissect and open
the skull,"

Che-rán reported. The information was so similar to the autopsy report from
18 years ago that Tul couldn't sit still as Che-rán prepared to make an
incision with her scalpel, opening the victim's scalp.

“Inspector, did you see the size of that hammer?”

Inspector Pichet, who had not expressed his opinion from the beginning as
he watched, raised his hand to prevent Lieutenant Tul from continuing to
speak. A serious expression appeared, as If he harbored fears he never dared
admit.

“I know, that big diameter must be a one-pound hammer. That's no ordinary

hammer for diving nails.”

“In this way we can establish that the perpetrator of the crime in both cases
is probably the same person.”

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“It's too early to draw conclusions. But I will allow you to examine this
assumption.”

“Her skull was fractured when she was hit. The weapon is believed to have
been a hammer.”

A bright flash of light appeared as Assistant Bank took the photo,

“It was clear that the nature of the crime and the weapons used were all
similar to the case 18 years ago. So similar that they could be the same
person.”

The sound of electrical machines echoed throughout the operating room as

Che-ran opened the deceased's skull. Tul did not return to her seat, her eyes
fixed on the doctor who was lifting the brain mass to examine it.

“The brain tissue was swollen and bruised, blood was found under the
brain. This confirmed the cause of death of the deceased.”

Lieutenant Tul remained waiting for the doctor who had just finished
performing the autopsy and left the room to relay information to the media
learn that filled the front area of the Forensic Institute building. Not long
after that, she returned with a face that looked a little tired from having to
take on heavy roles in so many cases in a row.

“Are you okay, Ran?”

“I'm fine. And you? Have you slept?”

Che-rån secretly criticized the person who likes to sleep late and get up
early. Sometimes she barely slept at all. She was oven more worrying than
Che-rån herself. However, the opportunity to be alone did not last long
when the assistant left.

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“Is there any evidence to confirm that this victim was the work of a serial
killer? if it is not measured by the characteristics of the incident,”

Tul asked, immediately delving into the problem. Even though everyone
knew about her relationship, it may not be appropriate to show it in front of
others at work.

“If we get confirmed results from the 3D imaging scanner, it could tell us
more. For example, something left in the bone of the eye socket is most
likely the material of the knife,"

Che-rán said, similar to the case where they found pieces of chrome that
stuck to the skull of one of the deceased and caused the arrest, of the
accused. But by the nature of how to stall the knife before cutting it slowly,
just like the serial killer. And the torn edge of the wound also has the same
characteristics

“If the culprit is the same person, wouldn't a saying that fits this case be
great?”

Assistant Blank couldn't help but express his opinion about what had
remained in his mind from the moment he saw the state of the body in
place.

“What does it mean?”

Tul completely forgot and when she asked what he meant, Che rán gave her
the answer.

“Pretend you don't know what's happening. And let the problem pass
without doing anything.”

Of all the events that had occurred, this situation had put pressure on Big
Tech to the point that decisive action was needed. He sought help from
influential figures he knew well and closely. However, due to the lack of
prior scheduling, the meeting was rushed and quite sudden. Therefore, the

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police chief arrived at the television station, waiting anxiously for more
than half an hour.

Prominent figure Sirapob Siriwat left his room with distinguished guests
who had been talking to him from the morning until after 1 pm after
finishing lunch. The sound of the conversation alternated with laughter in
the conversation, and they continued talking non-stop, causing discomfort
in the heart of Big Tech who was trying to prove that he was there too. But
the secretary asked him to sit in the waiting room until the guest returned.

“If I didn't need your help, I wouldn't have thought of setting foot there.”

The police chief, who was more arrogant than anyone, held a grudge in his
heart. Sirapob finally entered the waiting room, pretending to greet him
even though they had just looked at each other.

“Hello Tech, sorry, I have an Important guest today. Have you been waiting
long?”

The two shook hands and gently patted each other's shoulders. Tech tried to
suppress his dissatisfaction because he needed help from the other party.

“I have a problem and I would like to ask for your cooperation.”

The expression on the face of the influential person in the entertainment

media business changed in an instant, but Tech did not notice.

“What's happening? if it is not on my shoulders, I will gladly do it for you."

Fortunately, the other party did not find anything wrong with his tone.
Whether sincere or not, it could be that he is the kind of person who likes
words of flattery, until he got used to phrases like that.

“The two of us have been friends for a long time. We always help each
other with anything, right? So far, I see that no other TV news channel has
as many followers as Sirin TV. Therefore, I ask for a little cooperation.”

Tech said, full of hope that his words would come true and reassure his
listeners.

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“You probably know that during this period the police are facing big
problems, especially with the latest serial murder case that happened to MP
Chutikarn.”

“I know the news, my deepest condolences. I know that you will also run in
the elections with the same party,”

Sirapob said calmly, without revealing which direction he was facing.

“Yes, what happened also saddens me. Currently, many police officers are
actively investigating ongoing cases. We won't let it pass. I encourage all
officers to continue searching for the perpetrators.”

"So, what can I do for you?"

Asked Mr. Sirapob. He was a person who had just lost his son a mooth ago
to murder. However, they actually received a strong reaction from the
public as a prominent businessman. When they began to recover, they
experienced revenue losses of hundreds of millions of baht. It all happened
due to the stubbornness of a police officer who insisted on solving the case
of the death of his son. He probably didn't need to worry about this man in
front of him.

“Because I have always worked for the people, you should know that the
current flow of news will only cause division in society. Do you see the
opinions that say victims deserve to die? All the young people in this
country follow this news, you know? Therefore, I request your cooperation
in helping to present the true news.”

“Because news like that can be sold. The more sensational they are, the
more people like to see them. They really don't care about the truth,
commander. They just want interesting news,"

Sirapob laughed, even though there was nothing funny about it. He did not
see the change in the Commander's expression as he was reluctant to lower
his noble principles to come pleading in front of him. But act's do it.

“I will try to publish news that benefits the police.”

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“Thank you so much,”

The two influencers spent more time talking about it. Shortly after the news
was broadcast, Tech excused himself to leave and Mr. Sirapob called his
secretary to escort the big police offices out. When Big Tech left, he leaned
back on the couch, rubbed his chin, and his expression changed. He said in
a disdainful tone, which he had been holding onto for a long time.

“Maybe he's afraid that the party will kick him out before he can show up.”

The Central Investigation Bureau held a large meeting, summoning all the
police officers from the units involved in this still unsolved case, because it
could not catch the murderer. A senior police officer, Commander Tech,
chaited this meeting to clarify the responsibilities of each party. Tul sat with
her mouth yawning when she had to listen to the script being read. Her tired
tone said what she already knew, even superiors wanted her to know more
than she let on, but she was forced to listen to what they said.

“Don't get carried away. Don't believe in lies. Please cooperate with all
officers to help each other catch the perpetrator and punish him according to
the law.”

"Roring,"

Lieutenant Tul whispered to Jew, making sure only the two of them could
hear. Jew sat with her eyes drooping, nodding her head from time to time.
Since the meeting began, she had only half-listened, catching some parts
and skipping others. All the content was bland and without substance. She
understood the formalities of this meeting and it was broadcast live on the
Facebook page so that the public could hear the direction of the
investigation, in addition to showing police transparency. In fact, it would
be better if you spent this time discussing the next steps of the investigation.

“Therefore, I intend to form a special investigation team, collaborating with

the entire police force, of course with the Criminal Investigation Division
that will lead this case.”

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Finally, this meeting had reached the most important stage and needed to be
discussed first. Inspector Pichet, who was sitting in the front row, moved
slightly because he had been in charge of the case since the death of Miss
Kuljira, heiress of the Chotianan family. However, everything went as
expected

"Because the old investigation team failed to fulfill its duties and acted
against the investigation guidelines, we need to replace the police officers
for the new investigation..."

The commander said without looking at the mentioned person. Inspector

Pichet looked down, as if he was preparing for a situation like this.

“Police Captain Dan will assume the role of leader and representative of the
Crime Unit starting today....”

"Damn,"

Lieutenant Tul muttered openly, making no effort to hide her displeasure.

She tried with all her might not to look at the man who rose from his seat
and stepped forward to greet and express his commitment to his newly
assigned role. This was met with loud applause from the other officers who
recognized and respected Captain Dan.

“Did they really ignore the inspector like that?”

Lieutenant Tul did not respond. Previously, she and the inspector had
predicted that they would be the target of this meeting, but they had not
anticipated that this would result in a change in leadership. They raised
issues without discussion or joint meetings, Inspector Pichet was freed from
his position as head of the investigation team only because he agreed to sign
the investigation 18 years ago so that it would be repeated.

The punishment was no different from being forced to leave for deviating
from obligations that should be fulfilled. This was enough to explain that
high-ranking police officers reacted differently when they had to admit their
own mistakes, ready to defend themselves against anyone who dared to
question them.

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After the meeting was over, Commander Dan formed an investigative team
with media from various news agencies who were allowed to participate for
additional interviews and take photographs. Lieutenant. Tul hurriedly
dragged Jew to follow her and look for the inspector who left the meeting
room before the others, But instead of seeing a depressed expression on his
face, the inspector handled it well and stood drinking coffee with a straight
face.

“Do you want a glass? I invite you.”

“Inspector, regarding the investigation team, yes....”

Inspector Pichet raised his hand to prevent Lieutenant Tul from saying
anything, He learned over to take a paper cup from the coffee dispenser
before pressing two more cups for his subordinate.

“The commander already gave the order, I don't think we need to participate
in the investigation.”

“So, do we really have to cooperate with Captain Dan?”

The idea of having to work alongside people who not only had conflicting
attitudes but also arrogant thoughts, and whose presence was almost
intolerable, was terrifying. If they carried out the investigation according to
the instructions set by Captain Dan, it would most likely only end in chaos
and frustration.

“I don't want to say this but..., do you never follow orders, Lieutenant?”

The ambiguous wording and cryptic clues made it difficult to understand,

causing female listeners to frown, It seemed more like a reprimand than
advice. However, the inspector helped clear things up when he handed cups
of coffee to the two police officers.

“I don't want to say this anymore, but if something happens I will be

responsible. So, let's form our own investigation team.”

“But... Everyone has joined Captain Dan. We have no more members.”

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Although the inspector's permission sounded liberating, it seemed like too

much if there were only a few members on the Team. There were only
Lieutenant Tul, Lieutenant Jew and the inspector himself.

“I don't think our team has to be just police, right?”

Additional reports indicate that MP Chutikarn Panjasap had been involved

in facilitating benefits for businessmen who are forcing people to move
from an area that is currently being coriverted into a community
commercial hub

The news anchor said on the IV screen reporting the information he had just
received. Like the previous victims, they had to dig up information about
the wrong doings this third victim had committed. The amages alternately
showed construction sites located next to main roads and electric trains.
Although no name was mentioned, the people who lived there knew quite
well

The bakery owner, who always followed the news, frowned as he watched
the news. His thick hands took his cell phone out of the gray cloth bag his
sister had bought him. When he felt familiar with the location of the
department store under construction, he wrote a keyword with his finger
and immediately found it.

Check Paint, Community Mall, a project of the Vanichakit Group

Mr. Kasem Kalavanich, President and CED.

An elderly man's face appeared on a website about the construction of the

Community Mall. His first and last name looked familiar, too familiar to
suggest he was anyone else. Tihn burriedly exited the website and switched
to a calling app to contact someone he knew well.

Kawin

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The call waiting tone rang once, twice, three times, as if dictating the
rhythm of his breathing. Finally a woman's voice was heard: This number
cannot be contacted.... Tihn took a deep breath....

Kuljira, Director Kanok and Deputy Chutikam

They were all selated to this old friend.

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③⑥

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-sɪx
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Lieutenant Tul was banned from joining the investigation team led by
Captain Dan. While this was not entirely unexpected, she was not even
given access to the vital information that she herself had helped search for.
However, since Inspector Pichet was still part of the team, he could share
information with the lieutenant about the progress of her investigation.

"He pressured the forensic experts to deliver the body to the police
hospital,"

Inspector Pichet said wearily. In fact, the party rarely consulted him or
provided important information. What he knew came from joint meetings
with team members.

"They're really determined to get it, aren't they?"

Although the forensic report we received is complete and it is not necessary

to perform another autopsy, Lieutenant Tul complained. Captain Dan went
to the forensic institute twice and refused to give up. This dogged effort
reminded him of what happened to the body of a munder victim 18 years
ago. The police hospital re-autopsied the body, but important details were
omitted, information did not match, and the investigation was diverted.

She herself does not want to disparage the work of police hospitals, but
currently working with forensic agencies provided an additional layer of
transparency. This ensured that another agency was monitoring and
verifying the integrity of the investigation, thus preventing any cover-up.

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Especially in important cases, how would the public receive it if the

headquarters insisted on repeating it a second time?

“I think we should hurry up and form a team. Do you want me to help you
find members?”

“There are no problems with the members.”

Lieutenant Tul said as she looked at Jew whe had been next to her from the
beginning, If it weren't for her, that she had connections everywhere, she
wouldn't have been able to gather so many people into the team.

“The problem is simply the location. We cannot use this place as a meeting
place.”

“My wife has a store for rent, I can make special requests. But she may be a
little far away and difficult to travel.”

Lieutenant Jew looked back and forth between the other two men, P'Tul and
Inspector Pichet, before suggesting another, possibly better way.

“If we are looking for a place, in my house there is a large conference

room.”

The day of the special investigation team's first meeting at Lt. Jew's house,
more precisely at the home of opposition party leader Atip Sarasin. Dogs
barked as the car trove through the fence of the house. The front yard
featured a small waterfall and a koi pond. Tul respectfully raised her hand
to Jew's mother, who was holding a chocolate colored poodle, and came out
to greet the guests, urging them to come in

"I'll ask Aunt Mong to bring you some snacks, miss,"

Said Aunt Mong, who was the housekeeper who had helped take care of
this house for more than ten years. Tul had just learned during the trip that
Jew's family had two maids and a driver for her father. When Jew was little,
she also had a babysitter who had resigned because she was getting married

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and starting her own family. The room she was going to was on the top
floor: The housekeepers lived on the ground floor, while her older brother's
office used to be on the upper floor.

At first, Tul was worried that the arrival of many people would disturb
Jew's family. However, Atip was happy to welcome them and even said it
was better than letting her daughter go far from home. Remembering that
her youngest daughter had been attacked, Jew's mother was still very
worried. She called every night to see how she was doing.

"I cleaned it up a bit, so it's worth living in, tight?"

Jew asked as she opened the door to the spacious room. In the middle, there
was a large table that looked like a conference table with several chairs
stacked nearby, probably enough for everyone. There was a desk in the
corner, a tall bookshelf, a clean old leather couch, and a clean blackboard
on the wall.

“What work did your brother do to get a room like this?”

“Film producer. This was his first meeting place before he left to set up a
business with his friend somewhere else,"

Jew responded, revealing something she hadn't told anyone before…. They
began rearranging tables and chairs, and posted photos and progress reports
on various projects they had collected on the board. They then waited for
the other members to come one by one. Shortly after, another investigation
team also arrived. The people from the Forensic Institute led by Che-ran
went with Mae and assistant Bank. Followed by several police officers who
were part of the investigation team, one of whom was Phusit, who had
assisted in the search for the suspect's IP address and helped recover the
deleted data. In addition to that, there were the officers from the evidence
examination unit, prosecutor Thiwa and her assistant from the prosecution
team

“Actually I was busy when you contacted me, but I didn't want to work with
the people at the center.”

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Thiwa greeted her with a slight shrug and a self affirming statement. And on
this side, there is also Ran,

“Anyway, please don't show your love too often in front of me.”

That...

Thiwa didn't wait for a response, she walked over to take an empty seat near
Che rån, raised her eyebrows and looked back, telling the lieutenant in front
that she was being provoked. Lieutenant Tul looked at the first woman who
joined her team after receiving permission from the inspector to form a joint
investigation team. Che-rån sent a smile in response. For her, if it weren't
for Tul's cooperation, she wouldn't have done this. Everyone was well
aware of the conflict between the police headquarters and the forensic
institute, especially after the pressure to hand over the body for a new
autopsy, so as to imply that forensic medicine was not effective enough.
Lieutenant Tul seemed nervous as she stood up and all eyes turned to her.

“As everyone knows, we are looking for a serial killer who has not been
captured so far, There are currently three victims of this murder. They were
beaten until their skulls were crushed; it is believed that the weapon used
was a hammer. The diameter is more than 43 mm and there is also the rope
with which he tied the hands of all his victims.”

Lieuteriant Tul paused before continuing.

“The first two victims, Miss Kuljira and Director Kanok, had their faces
smashed. But to Deputy Chutikarn, the perpetrator, she left her face intact,
perhaps she wanted to show that her eyes were gone.”

“Miss Kuljira Chotianan, the first victim, had her knee beaten until it
shattered. The perpetrator deliberately bent her left leg upwards and died
because her face was beaten until her skull and head were crushed and her
brain was damaged.”

“The director, Mr. Kanok Sappawat, the second victim. His wrists were cut
along both sides and his throat, and a major artery, were slit. He lost so
much blood that he died.”

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“The last victim, MP Chutikarn Panjasap, had her eyes gouged out and her
ears cut off, and then she was dumped in a different, distant location. She
died from a single hammer blow that instantly crushed her head.”

Tul explained the condition of the bodies found at each crime scene, based
on the photographs displayed on the board. She had previously submitted
full details to Criminal Investigation Unit officers, but this was rejected
before the third incident occurred. And this time she picked it up and took it
out again.

“The state of the body left by the perpetrator is similar to the proverb that
reflects the behavior of each victim previously reported. First, a one-legged
rabbit, he insisted he was innocent. Second, sucking the blood and flesh of
the school fund makes you corrupt. Then, thirdly, closing your eyes and
listening to the suffering of the citizens only serves the interests of the
capitalist.”

Lieutenant Tul was grateful that no one there laughed at that assumption.
Everyone was still listening intently, unlike Captain Dan, who stubbornly
dismissed it as nonsense. Even prosecutor Thiwa, who didn't seem to like
her very much, was still waiting for more information. She didn't see any
difference of opinion.

“Okay, the three cases seem to be connected and the perpetrator is quite
skilled in his actions. So what does this have to do with the 1998 serial
murder case? Isn't the reason you called me because you want to reopen an
old case?”

It is true that legally cases can be reopened for investigation, but it is very
tare for a conviction to be overturned after many years. Even if new
evidence or witnesses are discovered that can prove your innocence, the
evidence must be strong. Reopening a case will only be considered if there
are compelling reasons. Additionally, if the convicted person is deceased,
the court may not need to reconsider. Unless the real perpetrator can be
caught.

“The 1998 serial murder case occurred from May to July. The perpetrator
killed a total of 7 women by hitting them in the face until they died. The

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perpetrator chose his victims from his jobs as masseuses and prostitutes.
Except the last victim, who mistaken for someone else…”

The Lieutenant's voice softened at the end of the sentence. She looked at
Che-rán, who nodded as if to say, 'Keep talking. Don't worry.

“Shortly after, when the last victim died, Mr. Wisut was arrested in a serial
murder case in 1998, and the case was closed,”

On the other side of the board were also photographs of victims from old
cases. Clearly different from the current victims, both in terms of charges in
the victims, from a prostitute at night, to a person of wealth and status free
from punishment for the mistakes he committed.

“From the autopsy records of Dr. Rakkit, who performed the autopsy on
one of the seven victims, the diameter of the hammer was found to be a
weapon that matched the current case, The perpetrator used a hammer to
attack the victim's face. He used crude rope to tie their wrists, and also
chose to commit the crime only on a rainy night, so there is a possibility
that the real murderer was never captured 18 years ago, and returned to
commit another crime,"

Lieutenant Tul concluded, before turning to Jew, who was ready to discuss
as many clues as possible about the perpetrator they had gathered.

“The current perpetrator, as seen in the images found on the CCTV camera
of the massage parlor and the front camera of the car, is approximately 180
cm tall, can use both hands, right and left, his eyes are small, like if he were
of Chinese descent. This is the description of the document perpetrator.”

Jew shares a sketch of the criminal drawn with a modeling program to

analyze his appearance.

“If he really were the same person as 18 years ago, his current age would
probably be around forty years old.”

“But he must have taken very good care of himself, because he could carry
a male victim who weighed more than 80 kg. Only Cristiano Ronaldo has

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that strength at 40 years old,”

Prosecutor Thiwa expressed in another opinion that sounded like a joke,

until Che-rán had to gently nudge her.

“Okay, if we follow this principle, then 15 years ago It would have been
like twenty years, right?”

“Mr. Wisut became a suspect when he was 29 years old, and yes, the
suspect at that time was a man between 25 and 30 years old and worked
night shifts. Like the victim or perhaps a customer who previously
purchased sexual services.”

"But we will not ignore the passibility that this could be a case of copycat
murder similar to those that have occurred before,”

Tul added firmly.

“Mr. Rueangrit, the suspect who previously imitated the murder of him,
admitted to having read the story of the murder, the method of the murder,
the signature, the story, all through the Internet. We will follow any lead
from every page and every website.”

“But in terms of reading old documents, Mr. Wisut always had a

relationship with almost all the victims. If the perpetrator was someone else,
what motivation did he have for carrying out the murder? And 18 years
later, he changed his target from prostitutes to rich people?”

Prosecutor Thiwa asked again, but this time the lieutenant herself had also
prepared an answer..

“Once upon a time there was a murderer from South Korea, who broke in
and killed a rich man in his house and then set it on fire, on the grounds that
he was born into a poor family that had been oppressed by the rich since
childhood. He had a plan to commit serial murders to get revenge on the
rich.”

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Tul cited this example of extensive research she conducted. Some criminals
grow up in challenging socioeconomic environments that turn them into
criminals. Others, however, may have mental health problems that cause
them to deviate from social norms without being conscientious towards
their peers.

“Just like in this case, he may have fallen in love with a night worker, but
she rejected him, This serial killer then took revenge on the sex workers,
believing that they were to blame for his rejection, and so he took
responsibility, himself to kill them.”

“And this is what I want to convey. Of these two cases, with a fairly large
distance of 18 years it is possible that the motivation of the perpetrator has
changed. And another reason too, it may be a psychological influence.”

Many people at the meeting nodded their heads in agreement with the
argument.

Citing real-life case studies where it was quite possible that the perpetrators
could change their own goals, become more methodical and plan their
actions better than before. Furthermore, if they tried to attalyze the motive
for the murder, it was possible that the perpetrator had unresolved issues
with an individual of a certain status. He could feel oppressed within the
class system of society, much like the behavior exhibited by the victims
themselves, who previously acted in similar ways.

“Given his abilities to execute, destroy evidence, and evade security

cameras, this is not the first time he has committed acts of this type and he
has also managed to evade arrest quite effectively. Previously, we found a
Honda Accord with a fake license plate abandoned about 10 km from the
crime scene. That is the vehicle used by the author to take Deputy
Chutikan's car off the road.”

Lieutenant Jew pointed to a photograph of an old sedan, more than twenty

years old. Some of the paint had faded due to its age, most likely it was an
old car that was neglected. There were traces of paint left from the
politician's car that crashed into her.

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“Apart from long scratches, we found no other evidence, fingerprints, or

sweat stains. When we examined it, we found that the perpetrator purchased
this car through a used car sales website. The previous owner admitted that
he never met the buyer. That made him untraccable.”

There was silence in the meeting room with a tense atmosphere, because
they were going to pursue and arrest the person who had barely left any
traces, except for the camera images that he had deliberately passed around
as if in defiance of the police.

"Due to the nature of the crime, the perpetrator did not hesitate to let us
know directly whose body it was,"

Che-rán spoke in the middle of the silence. She stood up and walked
forward, while Jew hurriedly stepped aside.

“In the first case, the identity of the victim was delayed, but her body was
left in the middle of the road so that people could see it easily. Then, in the
second case, the perpetrator chose to leave the principal's body at his
school, as in the third case in which the body was placed right in front of his
campaign sign, which allowed us to immediately identify the victims.”

“If we speculate based on his behavior, in the first case it is likely that the
perpetrator wanted the public to know who the victim was, as if he
deliberately wanted to get enough media attention, and then revealed that
the victim bad previously committed a fatal murder. In the second and third
cases, he chose to announce it boldly because it seemed like he had already
presented himself to the media.”

He is a criminal who is desperate to reach the highest levels of participation

Prosecutor Thiwa agreed with all the points mentioned.

“Currently the forensic team found that there was a foreign object
embedded in the deceased's eye socket. We are analyzing its composition.
Perhaps it is a weapon material with unique characteristics that can identify
the criminal.”

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“If the perpetrator was a member of the military, then it wouldn't be

surprising. These people underwent rigorous physical training. No one at
the meeting questioned Prosecutor Thiwa's views. Because, if forensic
agencies discovered that the weapons used by the criminal were only owned
by law enforcement officers, such as in the case where a police officer used
his baton to wound the victim, then this would narrow down the list of
suspects..”

“Most-crimes in Thailand occur out of anger caused by differences of

opinion and onmitics that lead to murder. And more than 90% of suspects
come from close people, family, friends or enemies. But as said, these
criminals are not ordinary people. He chose his victims among the targets
he had set. Now we have to investigate looking for someone related to these
three victims.”

Lieutenant Tul raised the possibility of who the perpetrator could be.

“Police had spent a lot of time investigating close acquaintances of the

victims, looking for anyone who had a grudge strong enough to lead to
murder. However, now that it was clear that these three cases were the work
of a serial killer, other motives had to be sought as the main motive behind
the crimes.”

“Please help verify the cell phone numbers of anyone who contacted the
three victims. Include any strange or fraudulent numbers.”

The cyber police, or Dab Phu of the Technology Crime Analysis and
Inspection Division, took over this task.

"Please help find information on all the men in their forties who were
around the incident and related to the three victims,"

Said Lieutenant Tul, addressing the investigation team who could be trusted
because they had been with her since the incident, moved to the base see
that the previous lieutenant had followed up on the witnesses and evidence
in the case 18 years ago.

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“As for all the documents and investigations from that time, I can help
search for the records of Mr. Wisut's trial,"

Suggested Prosecutor Thiwa, because the information in the possession of

the prosecution was different from that in the possession of the police.

“If only it wasn't destroyed first.”

Lieutenant Tul nodded. She had heard that Mr. Wisut's trial was closed to
the public and only his decision, which sentenced him to death, was
announced to the public. Although he was later pardoned and released, if he
spent more than half of his life locked up for a crime he did not commit,
this could be his last chance to prove his innocence.

“Does everyone understand? Please help.”

The first meeting of the joint investigation team ended with many members
saying goodbye and returning home. They returned the glasses of drink that
the housekeeper had served them. Prosecutor Thiwa was the first to
approach Tul, who was busy arranging various files on an empty shelf.
From that day on they will meet here every week.

“I have a friend who is a journalist at TNS. If you want the media to push
for transparency within the head office and get over the problem of trying to
exclude forensics, I can ask my friend to cover the story,"

Thiwa kindly suggested. Given social trends, the police and investigation
teams were not viewed favorably by society. From an outsider's perspective,
it was impossible to tell who was really working and who was just seeking
recognition. What had been proven so far was that the police had not been
able to capture the perpetrator.

“Thank you. It would be nice if the media helped again.”

“And be careful with other media directed by Mr. Sirapob. You remember
that, right? His son was burned to death in the car.”

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Lieutenant Tul nodded, remembering her first case as a criminal

investigator. Initially the case was closed by his family, concluding that the
accident occurred due to the victim's negligence, as they did not want any
further scandal. However, Tul continued her investigation and eventually
revealed that the victim was murdered out of revenge. Disobeying orders
and exposing the deceased's family for abuse of power made Tul a likely
target of media controlled by influential figures. It was no surprise that he
had faced special scrutiny and attacks from these sources

“The rich man is probably watching you. Whatever you do, be careful.”

Thiwa raised her head slightly because she intended to return. However, she
realized who was behind her and had not gone home, immediately changing
her voice,

"Why haven't you come back yet? Do you want to be alone?”

Che-rån let out a soft sound of protest, but the prosecutor simply shrugged
her shoulders in annoyance before officially leaving. Tul pretended to
organize the files collected on the table until they were sure that there was
no one else in the room, she walked towards Che-rán, who was still sitting
in the same place, waiting for the moment to talk to her.

“You want to go back? You have to take me first, right?”

"Lieutenant Jew will accompany Mae. As for Bank, he went with them and
got off at the subway station.”

There was a moment of silence between the two before the lieutenant
remembered that she had something to say.

“Regarding Mr. Wisut, whose name I want to clear, actually…”

Tul hesitated on the verge of explaining the feelings she wasn't sure if she
should express, not knowing how to proceed.

“I know this is difficult. It was not only Mr. Wisut who was affected but
also the families of the victims who lost their lives at that time... You have

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to be sad again about this because the murderer is still at large, and the
policeman who drove the case at that time was my father... I can't stand this
feeling anymore.”

Che-rán reached out and took the hand of the person in front of her,
knowing very well that Tul was definitely referring to the day when they
argued about this matter until she accidentally raised her voice. It was the
same day she found Mr. Wisut's body and the day she faced the
stubbornness of her own father.

She knew that her father handled the case carelessly, thus destroying not
only the lives of other people but also those of the deceased's relatives, one
of whom she loved. Tul continued carrying that on her shoulders, always
careful not to let this matter affect Che-ran's mental state to much.

“P’Tul you don't need to put up with other people's mistakes. Everything
that happens today is not your fault. Don't look, don't feel like you have to
be responsible for me.”

The doctor looked at Lieutenant Tul, who lowered her head and made eye
contact with her.

"P’Tul, you're doing your best, you know that!"

Tul responded with a soft sound in her throat, lowering her head slightly to
rest her forehead against Che-ran's soft hair. They encouraged each other
through words and body language to make the other person feel better.

Several police officers followed in the footsteps of the commander, who

visited the Institute of Legal Medicine. His previous request for cooperation
was recently rejected and now, Tech had to come in and discuss the issue
itself. The man with the crest adorning his chest and shoulders ice him away
with a stern expression, not making eye contact with anyone,

“I don't know who you're looking for.”

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The commander wishes to meet Professor Rakkit Chanthanathien in person.

A police non commissioned officer entered and informed his intentions to
the officer at the counter, who quickly dialed the phone number of his
senior advisor and asked if he was receiving visitors. He continued to cast
paranoid glances at the police officers who were waiting and applying
pressure.

"The professor is waiting in the office, please come this way,"

The receptionist gestured as she invited the police commander and his
entourage to follow him. Everyone was well aware of the tension between
the two units. The forensic department almost refused to accede to the
center's request to hand over the body to the headquarters. Although there
had already been some disagreements before, no one expected the dispute
to escalate to such a point

Evidently, although he had retired as director of the Institute of Forensic

Medicine, Professor Rakkit was still respected to the point of having his
own private office. The police officer immediately opened the large door to
comfort his boss, before telling him to stand up and wait at the front of the
room.

“We haven't seen each other in a long time, professor.”

"Sit down,"

Rakkit said in a calm voice. It had been a long time since they had seen
each other face to face and they talked alone like this, facing each other.

“What brings you here?”

"I won't beat around the bush, because we've wasted a lot of time lately,”

His voice sounded authoritative, and also so arrugant that he believed he

could give orders in anyone.

“I want the forensics to send the bodies of the three victims to the police
hospital, we will take care of it.”

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“I'm afraid the answer will be the same as what my daughter told your
subordinates. We can't hand over the bodies.”

His words of rejection caused Big Tech to raise its eyebrows. He saw the
face of a retiree who didn't want to give up. But that doesn't mean he'll
allow himself to be rejected like that.

“A few day's have passed but the police have not been able to do anything.
What clues have the forensics given us that we can follow to catch the
criminal? This shows that the Professor's team is not efficient enough.”

“We work diligently and meticulously to defend the interests of the

deceased. We always provide accurate information to the police. My team
has nothing to hide.”

“Wouldn't it be more efficient if the police hospital also carried out an

investigation? Just in case the forensics miss the details. You must
understand, Professor, that the public is watching closely how this case is
handied. They want to be sure that justice will prevail.”

Tech tried to reason, carefully ravigating the conversation, but the old man
in front of him remained stubborn in denying him until a hint of anger arose
within him,

“Forensic medicine is an institution that does not take anyone's side. It is

different from the police hospital, which sides with the headquarters. If you
want to do another autopsy, you have το consider yourself. Wouldn't it be
worse if you did? I won't change our decision.”

Professor Rakkit defended his own words. Several years ago he made a
mistake when he decided to deliver the bodies of all the victims to the
police hospital by order of his superiors And after that, there were a lot of
suspicious things and he couldn't verify the autopsy report because it was
taken based on what the police hospital had. And today, I wouldn't let that
happen again

But Big Tech is a man who was never denied anything he wanted. When he
heard his objections and his inflexible attitude, he felt more belittled.

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"Is this because of this?"

His hands trembled with anger as he pointed at the professor in front of him
in an accusatory tone.

“Professor, even though he dug up the autopsy report 18 years ago before
revealing it, don't think I won't hold you responsible for this,”

This problem was almost the fundamental basis that made the commander
unable to sit still in his chair. He had to run for help or threaten and coerce
others. If this matter reached the ears of journalists or high-ranking
politicians, it was unlikely that he would emerge unscathed. Events in The
world of politics seemed inevitable. Leaving a position of authority cleanly
might not go as planned if the other party managed to prove the truth.

“None of the other relatives of the deceased have problems or hold grudges.
The murderer also hanged himself a month ago. Why are they going to sue
again?”

Tech spoke carelessly without considering other people's feelings. He

looked intently at the man who had lost his wife to a serial killer.

“If you think what she is doing is providing real justice to the victims and
their familles, why are you worried?”

“Look! Even the professor himself didn't let this matter go, so why didn't he
sue him then? It's been 18 years and now you want to lead others to reveal
the truth.”

The discussion between the two sides was full of emotions, especially Big
Tech's loud voice that sounded, making everyone at the door shocked as
they heard every sentence, every word. Including Che-ran, who had just
arrived and heard them talking about the victim from 18 years ago.

"My wife... murdered due to a misunderstanding.... That's why the police

told me and my daughter that she was only 11 years old at the time."

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Her father's voice sounded shaky, it seemed as if he shedding tears. No

matter how many years had passed, her mother's death. remained a scar that
would never fade. Her father could do nothing but take the police's word for
it, and the night shift taxi driver was arrested and jailed.

“If it were me, I would prevent my daughter from getting involved in this
matter. But look what the professar did, he let her perform an autopsy on a
corpse that died in the same conditions as her mother. The teacher is even
colder than me.”

He said unceremoniously and full of insulting words. Although he himself

never raised his daughter to adulthood.

“I'll give you until next week to send the three bodies to the police
hospital..”

The commander of the Central Investigation Police finally gave his

ultimatum. If the expert still refused, he himself was ready to take decisive
measures. Big Tech opened the door to the room and walked out. He saw no
one except his own men who were standing and waiting.

“Let's go back.”

A newly formed investigation team from the Central Bureau of

Investigation, led by Captain Dan, suspected that there may have been an
advantage between the deceased and the perpetrator involved in the crime,
possibly related to business. It all started with crucial clues about MP
Chutikarn's involvement in allegedly providing benefits to Vanichakit
Group businessmen, which was currently being widely reported.

Kasem Kalavanich was summoned for questioning after police discovered

he had a date with the Chutikarn MP before he died. The sixty year old
businessman stated that this was true, but that it was just a meeting to sign a
business contract. He was also saddened to hear the news of her death.

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Kasem was released from suspect status because he had strong evidence at
the time of the incident, but Captain Dan still did not believe that this
businessman had nothing to do with the parliamentarian's death. Before she
died, she went to dinner with her business rival Vanichakit Group. Permaps
the signing of the contract was not easy and that could be the reason for this
murder.

Tul returned after witnessing Mr. Kasem's interrogation. Fortunately,

Captain Dan wasn't interested in breaking out and kicking her out, so he
secretly recorded all of their conversations. When she returned to the unit
office and had not yet had time to sit in her chair, Lieutenant Jew entered
carrying a set of documents, with a reserved and strange attitude that went
unnoticed by her.

“What is it?”

"I have something you should see."

Jew looked left and right and realized that no one was interested in them.
She then put the document on her superior's desk. Tul frowned slightly
looking at the paper that was full of letters arranged in a row. When she
tried to look closer and read it, she realized that it was a list of names and
some digits that represented a certain amount of money.

“These names are the names of residents eligible to vote in the four main
electoral districts that were MP Chutikarn's voter base in the last election.
The opposition party filed a lawsuit claiming they were buying votes, but
the KPU rejected it,"

Lieutenant Jew whispered, making sure only the two of them were present.
She remembered it because it was her father who filed a lawsuit for re
elections to be held in that district. Since then, this matter had been kept
secret, so she had personally gone to collect all the information from her
father.

“The court did not accept the lawsuit because the person who was the
interviewer... was Kasem, the person who was summoned for
interrogation.”

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Jew lowered her voice further, forcing Tul closer.

“But Kasem... is a well-known person in the area. He always does charity

work, donates money and distributes funds to the villagers twice a year. He
reasons that his donations are normal and not to buy his votes. Therefore
this matter is dismissed.”

“Representative Chutikan is in the government party, right?”

Jew nodded in response, causing Tul to exhale openly, as if to indicate that

there was no need to waste time searching for an answer. If they brought
this matter to Captain Dan's investigation team, the results would be
unpredictable.

“It is the same party that will nominate the commander in the partial
elections. Whether it's good or not, it probably won't allow us to investigate
this matter.”

Tul avoided saying the word father out of shame.

“In this scenario, the investigation will probably be limited to the

framework desired from above. Coupled with the ruling party's declining
reputation, they may not be at risk of new scandals or accusations of vote
buying. The higher-ups definitely wouldn't allow an official investigation
into this matter, that was for sure, thought about that too, Phi. This has been
in the news for some time, but it was quiet because the information came
from the opposition. I think this is a matter of political intimidation.”

Jew also sighed, because the evidence of electoral corruption at her hands
turned out to be something the higher-ups didn't want to hear,

“But we can investigate it ourselves. I heard in cross-examination that MP

Chutikarn and Mr.Kasem had a mutually beneficial agreement. If he won,
Mr. Kasem would receive help to further his business ventures. If the
Community Mall is successful, anything is possible.”

Tul shared her opinion on the matter and admitted that whatever path they
take, they will have to get involved in politics to some extent. There was no

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other way. Someone had just entered the office, forcing Lieutenant Tul to
immediately collect the voter registration documents and put them under
the table. Captain Dan had just sent Mr. Kasem home after finishing his
interrogation. He looked at the two policewomen before smiling
mischievously.

"Forensic scientists will send the bodies of the three victims within the next
week,"

He said as if declaring victory. Tul had never paid attention to her empty
words before, letting them fall on deaf ears, but this time she was taken by
surprise.

“The commander himself went and spoke at the scene, and this... “

Commander Dan threw the document that reported the erroneous evidence
of the 1998 serial murder case on the table.

“Returned this because the professor's autopsy records of Rakkit are not
valid.”

“Why can't it be used? He did the autopsy himself.”

“The professor is the victim's husband. It is possible that he used his

personal emotions to influence the outcome of this case.”

“The body the professor examined was the second victim.”

Tul stood up even though her height was not comparable to the man in front
of her.

“The professor's wife was the last victim. Why can't that document be used
as evidence?”

Captain Dan grimaced in pity as he saw his opponent confused, barely able
to follow the game. The others were speechless as he continued

“The professor's report has not been approved since then. The report cannot
be used as evidence because the teacher is the victim's husband. The

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authorities feared tainting the case and chose to make a new police autopsy
report as the main basis. How many years had he been a police officer and
he still did not know if any of the witnesses were relatives of the victim? As
for the first painting you wrote, the witness confirmed her address and she
is the killer's younger sister... I want to laugh at the fact that the prosecutors
dismissed it immediately after filing the case,”

Tul clenched her fists tightly to prevent her emotions from exploding, but
the other party didn't seem to be finished yet.

“I just found out that the latest victim is Professor Rakkit's wife. Although
her father in law likes the lieutenant very much, she also plays the role of
Dr. Ran's mother, right? You still call her father-in-law, right? No mother.”

Bugh'

Without waiting for Captain Dan to finish his sentence, the right fist she had
been holding for a long time hit the corner of his mouth, making the police
officers in the room shocked to see someone fighting. Jew hurriedly got up
and stood in the middle of her elders so that the fight would not get worse,
but the person who was hit did not retaliate. He wiped the blood from the
corner of his broken mouth and then looked at Lieutenant Tul with disdain
in his eyes.

“Don't think that even if you are a woman I wouldn't dare hit you.”

"Oh yeah, just hit me!"

"Phi, stop, calm down."

Jew restrained her superior who was fighting with a man bigger than her.
Captain Dan shook his arms away from the other police officers who were
also holding him down. He sent a look of hatred at the woman who dared to
punch him in front of dozens of people. Before leaving, he let Lieutenant
Tul calm down.

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“Why can't you be calmer?”

Che-ran scolded the impatient person as her hands continued to apply

ointment to the reddened and swollen joints of Tul's fingers. Che-ran didn't
know where she hit her hand until she swelled up like that.

“His mouth is so dirty that he deserves it.”

The person who had just collided with a muscular man who was taller than
her still had burning emotions that would not go away. Che-rán looked at
her, but she still refused to look into her eyes since she went through the
forensic institute. When she saw that she had bruises on the knuckles of two
of her fingers, Che-rán had to immediately look for medicine to apply to her
wounds. But so far Tul is still not calm..

“You hit him, but you got hurt.”

“But his mouth also broke and he stopped barking. I was too lazy to listen
to him.”

Tul, was not afraid if Captain Dan reported her for cases of physical
violence. If he did, he would announce to the entire base that the police had
punched her in the lips. And Tul herself would never apologize to someone
like that. If he continued to be patient, people would think they could say
anything bad to him.

"Just because he said Dad's autopsy report couldn't be used? Do you have to
fight?”

Tul took a deep breath. She still hadn't told her girlfriend the whole story
about the nonsense. Captain Dan said, which made her unable to contain
herself and she had to punch him in the mouth. But since they had both
promised not to hide anything from each other, Tul agreed to say it quietly,
as if she didn't want Che-rán to have to hear those bad words.

“He said it really pleased my uncic because I went out with you. Well...then
he talked about your mother and I thought it was too much.”

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The hand that was sore and had just had ointment applied to heal the bruise,
held Che-ran's small hand. She makes direct eye contact with Che-rán, but
doesn't say anything, which makes Tul start to worry.

“Ran..”

"When the police commander arrived here, I heard him talking to my

father,”

Che-rán said in a soft, calm voice. A pair of beautiful eyes were downcast.

“He said that my father was not satisfied with the investigation of the
mother's case and he thought about reviving the case, taking as evidence the
autopsy report that he presented. That made him ignore the evidence,”

“It's not your fault or the guy's fault at all. Even if there wasn't this problem,
they would have found something else to do with us. I can still continue
investigating this case.”

Tul used a heavier tone than before when the person she was talking to was
feeling more sensitive than usual. Che rån gave Tul a small smile, assuring
her that nothing was wrong.

“I already talked to Jew about this. However, we will proceed on our own
terms. The research team with us now is even more prepared than before. If
we find any other evidence to support it, we will be happy.”

“I'll be able to find anything else. Your journey has just officially begun.
From several clues scattered in various directions, until now, it has
gradually become more than before. Very soon, what she wanted to prove
would become clear.”

"I understand,"

Che-rån responded sweetly. There were times when she felt unsure whether
the situation before them would allow P’Tut to always be by her side.

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A silver leaf-shaped pendant was seen shining around the young woman's
neck. Che-ran always wears a necklace that has meaning between the two
of them every day, Tul's eyes looked at her until the doctor held up the
necklace as she praised the beauty of it, until the person who bought it
floated away.

“Beautiful truth?”

“Um, the person who wears it is also beautiful.”

Che-rán laughed at the sweet jokes of people who always made fun of her
without looking at the situation. Tul smiled as if she didn't realize that she
had done something unusual. The tip of her thumb gently caressed the back
of the small hand she held. Her tone was a little nervous but it made the
heart of the listener beat every time she expressed herself, through actions
of words...

“Today I want to say thank you. Without you, I don't know how I would
have gotten through. The bad things. Sometimes just thinking about you
makes me feel good... I love you,”

When Ran smiled widely, perhaps it was a smile that was difficult for other
people to find, but not for someone who had just managed to organize the
feelings in her heart little by little, into words that were no different from
Che-ran's feelings..

“I love you too,”

“Who do you Love?”

Tul mocked her, until Ran's hand pushed her and hit her arm. Tul laughed
softly before walking over to ask for an answer.

“I love you, P'Tul.”

“Who loves you?”

Being hit once wouldn't be enough, Tul let Ran hit her arm a few more
times, then slowly grabbed the slender wrist and brought it closer to her

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body. But will Che-ran let herself be seduced so easily? No, she moved
closer, leaving no space between them, in a way Tul wasn't prepared for,
including the small distance between her faces. A pair of beautiful eyes
were like a spell, leaving Tul speechless and almost forgetting to breathe.

“Are you satisfied now?”

“Ugh…”

The person who was caught felt the heat rise up her face and spread to her
ears. Tul saw the mocking smile on Ran's face when she was able to defeat
her, so she refused to let Che-rán escape. Tul squeezed her waist tighter and
then pulled her closer than before. And the doctor, knowing enough,
tentatively wrapped her arms around her Phi's neck, using the pads of her
fingers to play with the dark strands of her hair.

“Did anyone admit defeat?”

Che-rán used the same tone as when her Phi was making fun of her.

“I really want to kiss this intelligent girl,”

“And who can stop her, Lieutenant?”

Tul smiled widely and didn't let Ran speak any further. The distance
between their faces was minimal from the start, so there was no distance
left. The lieutenant kissed the edge of the lips that were constantly talking
seductively to each other, and Che ran herself accepted hrr kiss by slowly
moving her lips. Tul liked this so much that she pressed her to give her a
strong kiss to get more.

The sound of lips touching could be heard faintly, punctuated by the sound
of labored breathing. They separated for a moment before Tul moved her
face slightly to bring her lips closer than before. The two arms that were
originally around her slim waist slowly pushed the petite woman so that she
sat on her lap. Che-rán accidentally put her arms around Tul's neck,
surprised. She laughed softly as she barely let herself go any further, using a
bit of her strength to push Tul's shoulders back.

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"This is the workplace,"

She said hoarsely to the person who could barely contain herself. Her soft
eyes looked at the fragile figure beneath her. Che-rán laughed softly, leaned
down and kissed Tul on her lips, comforting her.

“Next time, yeah?”

Tul moaned in response, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead against
the person in her arms.

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③⑦

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-sᴇᴠᴇɴ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The police had been unable to locate the serial killer who had been causing
fear among the population. This is not including the behavior of groups of
rowdy teenagers dressed in raincoats and chasing people walking along
sidewalks and bus stops. Recently, a young woman was scared by one of
the fake murderers. She tripped over the edge of the sidewalk and was hit
by a speeding motorcycle, causing her injuries.

The incident served as a warning that led police to increase patrols.

However, there were people who had bad intentions and took advantage of
social waves to spread fake news on social media. They falsely claimed that
an emergency law had been imposed prohibiting the use of raincoats and
leaving the house after 10:00 p.m. (only on rainy nights).

Although the police had denied the existence of the law, it was too late.
Concerned citizens followed the stories shared, while other groups
criticized the police for handling the matter superficially and called them
incompetent. Almost a month had passed, three people had died, but the
identity of the perpetrator was still unknown. The killer was still at large, so
the residents could no longer lead a normal life.

Meanwhile, the media continued to highlight the serial murder cases,

leaving little room for other news to attract public attention. There was even
news about a group of students from an engineering college who attacked
their opponents in front of their institution, resulting in the deaths of two
people and injuries to ten. One of them was an uninvolved motorcycle taxi

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driver who was seriously injured by a stray bullet, barely drawing the
public's attention.

A television news program took advantage of the empathetic nature of Thai

society, spending time telling the story of a motorcycle taxi driver who
accidentally got caught in the crossfire. They described him as a hard
worker who found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, hurt by the
reckless actions of the warning students. The scope went beyond reporting;
They also sent field reporters to the injured driver's home to interview his
family about his feelings after the unexpected incident.

They showed a boy whose face was blurred in front of the camera and his
name written at the bottom of the television screen:

The nephew of Mr. Witoon Thepwathi, a motorcycle taxi driver who was
caught in the crossfire.

“I live alone with my uncle. My mother is in prison and I have never met
my father,"

The boy said in a normal tone. Instead, the journalist tried to evoke an
overly sad atmosphere, stating that the boy's future is bleak because his sole
guardian had been injured and might no longer be able to care for him.

“Do you want your uncle to get better?”

"Yes,"

The boy innocently responded to the journalist's question, without realizing

that his answer would awaken a wave of sympathy among the spectators.
The view of their simple house clearly showed that the uncle and nephew
could not afford medical treatment and only depended on income from
motorcycle taxis. The news station then ran a donation campaign, accepting
contributions through bank accounts for those who wanted to help.

As soon as she saw the news, Tul immediately recognized the names of the
motorcycle taxi driver who was caught in the crossfire and the ten-year-old
boy he saw in front of the house, as shown in the news segment. The

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lieutenant invited her subordinate to visit the hospital to meet the person
who had been an important witness.

When Lieutenant Tul arrived, Mr. Witoon was recovering. He was in the
emergency room and had not regained consciousness. According to the
news, as far as she knew, the bullet hit Mr. Witoon's ribs. The doctors were
able to save his life, they removed the bullet, but it couldn't be said that he
was safe because he lost a lot of blood,

Tul immediately thought of the boy who was sitting playing with his cell
phone in front of the emergency room. There were no parents around, no
journalists to follow him for interviews after his uncle was shot. The boy
seemed a little confused when he looked up and saw who had come to say
hello

“I'm a police officer. I've been to your uncle's house, do you remember?”

"Oh, police... has the person who shot Uncle Ong been arrested?"

The boy asked innocently. This was because shortly after the incident, the
arrests were successful and both parties were armed with dangerous
weapons, including guns and long knives. Given the number of people
injured and killed, it was impossible to determine who shot Mr. Witoon.
Lieutenant Tul listened quietly, taking a deep breath before slowly
explaining the situation to the boy.

“There are other police officers doing the job, but I can help.”

"They haven't caught one yet, it's disgusting,"

At the end of the sentence, he seemed to be about to mutter but the two
police officers accidentally overheard him. But he didn't mind speaking
badly in front of adults. Lieutenant Jew put her hands on her waist and
looked at the boy in front of her who said that.

“And who were you with when the uncle was in the hospital?”

"Sleeping at a friend's house,"

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The boy responded, a little bored because they kept asking him.

“I'm not going to go to an orphanage.”

“I did not say that.”

“The journalist asked that if my uncle did not recover then I would have to
stay in the orphanage. What will I do in the orphanage? I will not go. I will
stay at home.”

After hearing what the boy told hrr, Tul couldn't help but wonder why the
media asked such irresponsible questions to children. It was like praying
that an injured person would not recover and that her nephew would have to
be sent to an orphanage.

“Your uncle will get better soon. The doctor said he would be fine, right?”

The boy nodded in response. He became upset, cursed and said harsh words
when the mobile game he was playing did not work as he expected.
Lieutenant Tul looked at the game she was playing, as if she was looking
for something to talk about.

“Do you want me to play with you? Your score is high.”

“I'm diamond level. What are your powers?”

Jew hardly knew what the real purpose of visiting the wounded man was.
Tul even invited the boy to play. He watched her superior play a game
called MOBA on her cell phone, showing her strength to look amazing,
getting all the points of a child. They sat and played together in front of the
hospital emergency room. Until the final result was completed, with a
complete defeat, the boy seemed more upset than before and came to look
for me. She took her mobile.

“I'm really upset. I wanted to go home, but no one came to look for me.”

He took a mobile phone whose battery was almost dead and put it back in
his bag. He leaned on his back, tired and discouraged. Upon hearing this,
Tul immediately volunteered.

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“Do you want me to take you home?”

The community under the turnpike didn't look much different from before,
nor did the indoor soccer field where Lieutenant Jew was attacked. She
rubbed and felt the back of her head, still remembering when the back of
her head was hit so hard that she immediately fell unconscious. Until now,
she still found it a little difficult to look left and right, not the same as she
did before.

Tul grabbed Jew by the collar and gently patted her shoulder as she walked
behind the boy, leading the way to an alley narrow enough for her to pass a
motorcycle. Even large vehicles have to park outside.

“Oh, Aem, how is your uncle?”

Said the owner of the grocery store that Tul had visited to ask
for directions.

“The doctor said he was fine.”

“Oh that's good. You're already very famous, you're also on television,"

Said the uncle, looking at the two plainclothes police officers who had
followed the boy all the way. But when he saw that they didn't have
cameras like the previous reporters, he didn't say anything else.

“Uncle Num, do you want to appear on television? Go get shot someday.”

"This bastard,"

The grocery store owner cursed as the three walked away. Tul still
remembered the long walk to Mr. Witoon's house, even though the houses
around him looked similar. On days when the owner was home, the door
would be wide open to allow sunlight into the house. But this time,
Lieutenant Tul discovered something unusual as soon as they arrived.

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The door of the house was ajar, with clear signs that someone had entered
by force. When the nephew of the owner of the house pushed the door,
there was chaos inside, similar to a small hurricane that hit, everything was
scattered. The two police officers immediately ordered the boy to wait
outside while they went inside to investigate, in case the perpetrator was
still inside.

All plastic drawers were removed and the contents inside were recorded.
The closet was also open and clothes and pants were scattered on the floor.
The items on the shelves were swept away, whatever the thief wanted from
that house didn't seem to be worth much. He secretly went in to get what he
wanted even though Mr. Witoon had almost nothing of value. In fact, just
for maintenance costs he would have to accept donations,

The next door neighbors started coming out of the house to see what was
happening. When Tul finished looking around her, she went out and bent
down to ask the nephew of the owner of the house who was stunned by
what had happened to him.

"You didn't come home last night, did you?"

The boy shook his head. Yesterday a journalist had gone and they spoke
with him at his house, but then he slept with his uncle in the hospital.

“Does your uncle keep anything valuable? Gold or other expensive items?”

The boy shook his head again. Apart from the old cell phone that his uncle
used and that she inherited from him, they hardly had anything expensive
anymore. Lieutenant Tul turned to look at Jew approaching the front of the
house, thinking about what to do next. Maybe they should show up at the
nearest police station in hopes of helping catch the thief. However, before
they could make a decision, the sound of a motorcycle horn was heard
blaring loudly in the alley, to
scare away the people blocking the way.

A motorcycle was about to pass in front of the house, but something caught
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seen before, which was located on a shelf inside the home of Mr. Witoon,
who is currently still recovering in hospital.

"Uncle's helmet!"

However, before Tul could continue asking, the boy who remembered the
things from his own house better than anyone, shouted until the other
people around him turned to the motorcyclist with their eyes very open.
When he was about to restart his engine to escape from this place in time,
he was stopped by two female police officers who immediately blocked his
way and arrested him.

“Hey, let me go, what are you talking about, damn kidi? This is my
helmet!”

A man of about thirty years old shouted, using all his strength to try to resist
arrest. Lieutenant Tul twisted her wrist and then hit the back of his knee
with such force that she screamed in pain. Lieutenant Jew quickly removed
his helmet, revealing the red face of the man who had been captured.

“We are police. Tell me, where did you get this helmet?”

"Buy it, the owner sold it to me,"

The thiet panicked, unable to answer the question. He did not dare to exert
any more force to shake off and run away.

“When did you buy it? He brought him home yesterday. Uncle Ong only
has one helmet and this thief took it!”

It was not the tone of someone who was interrogating a criminal, but rather
the tone of a child who covered the guilty party. However, when nearby
neighbors heard the commotion, their curiosity made them open the
windows of their houses.

“This helmet has a sticker with the brand of the motorcycle its owner rides.
If you refuse to tell the truth, you have to come with me to the police
station.”

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Jew threatened until the thief, with a sad face, confessed completely, with
trembling lips and searching eyes.

“W...wait a minute, you can keep it. But don't take me to the police station,
Just keep the helmet.”

“Just keep a helmet? You ransacked his house until it was a mess. What else
did you take besides a helmet?”

"I only took a helmet,"

He confirmed his answer while looking left and right as if he wanted to ask
for help.

“When I entered the house, it was already a disaster from the beginning.
There must have been a thief who broke into the house before me.”

This matter will have to be investigated later, but he was caught with stolen
goods.. The helmet thief's legs collapsed, he knelt down, raising his hands
to beg for mercy,

"It wasn't me who did it, I swear, I just took the helmet, don't lock me up."

Lieutenant Tul looked anxious as she saw the situation in front of her. She
knew that the neighborhood was full of crime, there was drug trafficking,
robberies and some people took advantage of the absence of the owner of
the house to steal. If someone wanted to steal valuables from Mr. Witoon's
house, why carry out such destructive actions? Or if he just wanted to take
the helmet, he wouldn't have to waste time looking for other items and risk
getting caught,

"We'll find out what you took when we talk later at the police station."

But still, Tul did not dare to guarantee that this threat of arrest would be
carried out. In some cases, a house containing many expensive goods has
been burglarized and the police have not yet been able to catch the
perpetrator. What's more, just by stealing a helmet, she guarantees that he
won't be locked up either.

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While waiting for the police from the local office to arrive, residents who
had previously gathered to look around returned to their homes for fear of
being questioned. No one dared to show their face again, but then a woman
arrived accompanied by her son who was holding her clothes tightly. Tul
raised her head and observed the hesitant attitudes of the newcomers.

“Police, I want to return this camera, but I didn't steal it. Aem took her to
play with my son yesterday and forgot to take him with him, Right, Aem?”

"Um, but it's broken and can't be used anymore,"

The boy admitted. The old camera was already damaged by the lens.

“It's not broken yet. My father said it was the battery he didn't have,"

Another child shouted, clinging to his mother's shirt.

“Take it, I don't want it anymore. The camera is very old and I can't use it."

Aem said when Tul received the camera from the person who returned it, it
was an old model of film camera that enjoyed great popularity among
young people in recent years. Although it was old it could still be used. Tul
tried to look through the viewfinder, which was a little blurry, probably due
to its age and accumulation of dust.

“Your uncle's camera?”

The little boy shrugged his shoulders, as if it didn't matter.

“I don't know, maybe yes, I never saw him use it. I found it on a shell, so I
played with it.”

Tul was still checking the compact camera in his hand. He recalled the day
he went to see Mr. Witoon at his house and told him about his older sister
who was the victim of a serial killer. The sixth victim, she had the habit of
stealing items from clients who purchased sexual services from her. Every
time she came home, she always brought it back to sell. But she gave some
to his younger brother to use. What if this old movic camera had been
stolen by his older sister and given to Mr. Witoon...?

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“Can I borrow it first? I will pay for it.”

Aem frowned slightly in confusion, why did the police want to keep the old
camera he had just found on an old shelf in his house? But in the end she
agreed to sell it.

“This compact film camera is very old. The lens is also moldy. It is better to
remove the battery or it will melt and damage the machine.”

Tul passed by a film washing store that bought and sold cameras, and also
developed old photographs, so the store was full of photographic
equipment: Film cameras, rolls of film, framed photographs hanging on the
walls. The smell of chemicals lingered in the air. The shop owner, a young
man with an expert air, was evaluating the camera that Tul had just received
from Mr. Witoon's nephew.

There is a film stuck inside the camera. Do you want me to take it out? She
turned it around to see the back of the camera. Tul didn't respond
immediately, she still wasn't sure what she should do. Not even Mr. Witoon,
who probably knows the most about this camera, could give an answer

“Can you help me develop the film?”

“Alright. But as we can see, the camera is very old, the film will probably
be damaged and the color of the image will be a little distorted. Is it okay?”

The store owner asked again to be sure: Tul nodded her head because that
was the main purpose that made her go there. Shortly after, the young
lieutenant received a receipt for the movie, but the store would scan the
photo first and email it to her that same night.

That day's meeting between the CEOs of the Vanitchakit Group was filled
with tension as they had to sit down and find a solution together. What
should they do when the community mall project was in the news because it
was involved in the death of MP Chutikarn Panjasap, either directly or
indirectly? Although the president came out to fight the news that he had

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acquitted The suspect and was happy to participate in the interrogation, his
reputation had since been lost.

"Recently, the Shibuya store has withdrawn its application…”

The secretary said in a low voice, fearing that she would be punished for
reporting bad news. Initially, at the beginning of the project, important
businesses and various restaurants were contacted to join in opening
branches in this shopping center. But since the incident occurred, all parties
had withdrawn,

“Currently, the profits of each store are in the red. The construction cost of
the community shopping center is still missing forty million. If we still can't
get the stores together, we may have to stop construction for now....”

Hearing the words about a possible proposal for the company's survival,
Kasem Kalavanich, who was sitting in the president's chair, raised his hand
to hold his head. Not a single word had come out of his mouth since the
beginning of the meeting, in recent days, stress deteriorated his health and
he had to take dozens of pills. Although he was now old enough to hand
over command to his heir, he still did not trust his only son who was sitting
next to him at that moment.

Kawin was not at all stressed or anxious about the situation before him.
Since returning from abroad, his father had asked him to be one of the
general managers, without knowing much about the job, whether related to
his own restaurant or even his management. So Kawin didn't have any
opinions that could be helpful in this complicated situation.

At the end of the match they could not regain the advantage in a positive
way. One by one, the employees left the room, leaving only Mr. Kasem and
his son, whom he asked to stay and talk first.

“Did you know that your father almost died recently?”

Kawin simply laughed as if he was used to his own father's reprimanding

words:

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"Dad, you're good at acting. I don't think it's a big problem.”

“You should no longer be a burden when you return. You can never help me
with anything.”

“Dad, do you know that you're a bully now? If you don't get what you want,
you will bully other people. You are fighting to get to the top, because you
want to be one of the rich people who are respected by others. When you
fall, daddy will feel you hurt. It is natural to act like this.”

The son never agreed with what his father did. In fact, it made his family
comfortable and he hardly knew the problem of not having money. But that
meant his father never had enough.

“Shut up! You're fine until today, it's all thanks to me!”

“That's fine, thanks. But if you try harder, I just want to say that it is better
not to do it. Whatever you do, you will bear the consequences. You also talk
as if you've never betrayed anyone. The first one you opened was the result
of cheating on your uncle's land contract. And where is the uncle now? He
broke up the relationship and doesn't even want to see you anymore.”

“Bastard!”

The secretary, who had just left with the other members of the committee,
returned to the room again with a pale and tense expression. In reality, he
did not want to interrupt them when he heard the president's screams,
however, something unimaginable happened again.

“Sir, the police contacted me. They want to do another interrogation.”

“What other interrogation?! I already did.”

Everyone in this company knows that if their boss gets angry it will be
difficult to calm him down. Various bad words and vulgar words would be
thrown in their faces, one after another.

“No, you don't.”

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The man's mouth trembled, then his eyes turned to Kawin, who was sitting
silently there, The police want to question Mr. Kawin as a suspect.

Since being kicked out of the investigation team, in addition to the fight
with Captain Dan, Lieutenant Tul's return to headquarters had been quite a
bitter experience. Everyone seemed to treat her as if she were an outcast,
casting critical glances in her direction. She walked down the familiar
hallways, trying to ignore the stares of the other officers as if she were used
to dealing with these people.

At the Criminal Investigation office they didn't experience anything strange

except one thing: there was someone waiting to talk to her, and it was no
one other than Captain Dan who approached with a mocking look,

“What do you want?”

Lieutenant Tul seemed upset, without hiding it. She kept looking for
trouble, which made Tul feel even more upset than before. He wouldn't
even look at her face.

“I heard that you were in charge of an assault case against prostitutes.”

“AND?”

Captain Dan smiled like a man with a card and said,

"The suspect in that case is Mr. Kawin Kalavanich. You no longer have to
call him to question him.”

Lieutenant Tul frowned in confusion as to what this guy really wanted.

Captain Dan took out a document and handed it to the lieutenant so she
could see and read it. It was a summons for interrogation by investigators.
At that same moment, Inspector Pichet left his private office for fear that a
second fight would break out.

“Kawin Kalavanich is the son of Mr. Kasem, the director of the Vanichakit
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motivation may have arisen from the profits that were supposed to be made
but ended in a failed deal.”

“And what does that have to do with his son?”

Lieutenant Tul returned the document as soon as she finished reading it.

“Mr. Kawin has a history of physical and criminal violence against women.
Both young women and prostitutes and his ex-wife while they were in the
United States. This case led to legal action and he had to flee back to
Thailand to avoid punishment.”

Captain Dan was proud of the details information he was able to uncover,
finding a key piece of the puzzle in a case left unsolved due to the
negligence of a policewoman who should have been responsible but let it
slip to this day,

“In addition, his father did not have a business agreement with the MP.
We'll start investigating from this point. It's also good that someone brought
up the prostitute case to tell me about it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have told
me. Once you dropped the case it seems like you didn't consider this
important, maybe I did the right thing by not bringing you to join the team.”

Captain Dan closed it with a sentence that seemed painful to her. Before
leaving, he did not forget to tap Lieutenant Tul on the shoulder. Inspector
Pichet ran towards him after carefully observing the situation.

“Are you okay, Lieutenant?”

Tul's confused expression that the inspector saw was somewhat surprising.
She was not injured because she was disparaged in the performance of her
duties. All the things she talked about the other party, she almost knew
everything in advance and she decided not to act on the accusations.
Although he was a friend of his older brother, if Kawin became a suspect,
he was willing to put him in prison as well

“I'm fine, inspector.”

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She waved her hand at the adult to dispel her concerns, before returning to
her table. Although she didn't want to think about Captain Dan's words, the
fact that the police were starting to suspect someone meant that there was
some basis for it. If the problem is a conflict of interest between the family
and the businessmen, they could have a motive to carry out the murder of a
parliamentarian.

However, if you look at the previous victims, P'Tihn used to be Mr. Kanak's
student when he was still teaching high school mathematics, meaning that
his close friend Kawin was also his student. However, there is no visible
motive for the murder of the school principal. The two even gave each other
more benefits to continue supporting each other instead of taking revenge,
because Kawin was one of the additional students who received exam
questions.

The first victim, Miss Kuljira, If she had anything to do with Kawin,
seemed to involve a social problem that Tul barely knew about. But for
better or worse, if they manage to subpoena Kawin for questioning, we
might find out whether he knew any of the victims or not.

The sound of a cell phone notification woke Tul up from her thoughts about
Kawin. The phone screen showed a new email sent to her from the film
developing store she had just visited this afternoon.

Film Laboratory: Washing, scanning, 1 roll of color film

Tul quickly clicked on the link that the store attached to the file. The film
had expired, which caused the color of the image to become distorted,
giving it a bluish or green hue as the previous owner of the store said. The
roll of film that was taken was incomplete so only a few photographs were
sent from the store, and almost all of them were photographs of young
women in various poses who did not realize they were being photographed,

Lieutenant Tul narrowed her eyes to look at them one by one. The six
young women who were secretly photographed seemed so familiar to her
that she almost thought they were people close to her. However, what she
thought was a little strange was that her clothes were not in line with today's
times, more like the old days... the style of the previous generation… And

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in the next second, as soon as she remembered where she had seen this
group of women, her heart immediately skipped a beat. They were the six
victims of the murder 18 years ago.

The next meeting of the special investigation team showed significant

progress with the inclusion of photographs of old film reels, stored for
decades, as important evidence. Phusit, a computer expert, adjusted the
color of the image so that it looked normal, without the blue or green tint it
had at first. The photographs of the six young women were then arranged in
sequence on the bulletin board for all to see.

"These images were recorded with a film camera in the house of Witoon
Thepwathi, the younger brother of the sixth victim,"

Lieutenant Tul said as she pointed to a photo of a woman chatting with a

male customer while joking, unaware that she was being photographed, in
secret. The compact film camera was manufactured in 1998. It is possible
that the film used was still stuck on the camera from the same year and was
never used again, and was then left at Mr. Witoon's house.

"How do you know it wasn't Mr. Witnon's camera? He probably took a

photo of the victim and forgot the camera.”

“Firstly, in the year of the incident, Mr. Witoon was only 14 or 15 years old
and probably did not have sufficient capacity to commit a crime.
Furthermore, his family was quite poor, so having things like a movie
camera worth tens of thousands of baht seemed impossible, Another thing is
that his appearance and height do not match the characteristics of the
criminal that we currently predict, his height is only 165 cm.”

Answered prosecutor Thiwa's doubts before revealing information from Mr.

Witoon's statement before being seriously injured.

“Secondly, Ms. Nongkran, the sixth victim, had a habit of stealing valuables
or money from clients who came to purchase her services. Mr Witoon said
she normally carried watches, shoes and handbags.”

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“Yes, I think this film camera probably belonged to a client the victim met
at the time.”

“That's right, and what is clear is that the owner of this camera was secretly
taking photographs of the victims he was going to kill. And maybe because
the camera was stolen, that's why there are only six victims in the
photograph…”

Tul's voice softened as she watched Ran lower her head slightly as she
spoke.

“If Miss Nongkran had not taken the camera, could the seventh victim have
been a photograph of another prostitute instead of Ran's mother?”

“That means the perpetrator had a murder plan. He chased his victims,
secretly followed them and took photographs of them. Miss Nongkran stole
a client's camera, which means we will focus our investigation on the
person who hired her at the time.”

"I agree with this idea, but I'm still confused about one more thing,"

Prosecutor Thiwa still had doubts. She leaned over and read all the
documents she had in her hands.

“If you say the victim stole this camera, how can you be sure it doesn't
belong to Mr. Wisut?”

Tul turned around and nodded suggestively at her junior who was waiting to
provide her with background information. She clicked on her laptop to
access the data. After a while, she moved the laptop screen so everyone
could see the news program whose video they had saved. News about the
motorcycle taxi driver who was shot, in the interview segment with Mr.
Witoon's nephew at his house.

“Mr. Witoon is a motorcycle taxi driver who was caught in the crossfire. He
lives alone with his nephew. Everyone, look behind the boy, in the upper
right corner,”

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Because the laptop screens were quite small, everyone got closer than
before. In the foreground there was a child answering the reporter's
questions, but in the upper right corner, as Lieutenant. Tul pointed out, there
was a movie camera placed on a shelf..

“If it agrees with our assumptions. This criminal probably saw the news and
went to take this movie camera from Mr. Witoon's house. But he didn't find
it, so he destroyed the things in the house. This is because his nephew took
the camera to play at a friend's house and didn't bring it back.”

“How could the perpetrator be sure it was the camera? Or how would I
know that the rest of the film remains to this day?”

“Because the photographs had never been developed before. All images of
the victim were still recorded on the camera.”

Tul answered the question floquently.

“From the initial inspection of Mr. Witoon's home, almost no fingerprints of

the previous thief were found, even though the items were scattered
everywhere. It was clear that he just wanted to take the helmet. So it could
be concluded that everything was the work of the serial killer.”

“It must have been very disappointing not to be able to find the movie
camera that he thought was lost, but it turned up at the house of one of the
victims' families…”

“But when he came to look for it, he couldn't find it, so he got angry and
destroyed things in the house. But how come he doesn't leave any other
traces like fingerprints or even hair? So we have important evidence in the
form of old photographs, which show that the real perpetrator is still alive,
not Mr. Wisut, the scapegoat who died last month.”

Prosecutor Thiwa summed it up because it was currently almost impossible

for the investigation team to collect usable information other than old files,
especially at that time, where none of the police officers handling the case
agreed to cooperate and exclude new evidence. Everyone was happy and
felt no shame for carelessly handling this case, even if they wanted to arrest

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someone to get results. No matter how many lives had been destroyed by
his actions, nothing could make up for this mistake.

Currently, the head office investigation team is focusing on Mr. Kasem's

son, a businessman who has a conflict of interest with Deputy Chutikarn.
They are aware of his criminal record that he has been physically violent
with the woman next to him and his wife. Tul pointed to a photo of a
handsome man with white skin and small, squinty eyes, as if he were of
mixed Chinese descent.

“This man is 37 years old, is 183 cm tall and comes from a Chinese family.
All the previous statements coincide with the characteristics of the criminal
we are looking for..”

"I was the one who consulted his ex-wife to request a divorce from this
man."

Thiwa crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking into the face of the
man whose personality she knew. She has previously provided legal
advice.

“But I will tell you first that it is a BDSM sexual preference. At first the
wife felt complacent, but after a while she began to become increasingly
violent until one day she was almost strangled to death during sex. Then she
thought, her about getting divorced because she couldn't stand it.”

“The employee who was attacked also testified that she and Kawin had
initially agreed to also have violent sexual relations. Because of this, she
had bruises all over her body. Her friends pressured her to report the crime
to the police... But she decided not to discuss it and the case ended.”

Until now, Tul still felt guilty for ignoring the case and never calling the
perpetrator. However, if the victim did not want to cooperate, even if she
insisted that the criminal case could not be settled, in the end it could end in
compensation for damages, medical expenses, before separation.

“It also makes sense that Mr. Kawin was the perpetrator. 18 years ago he
moved to another country and has just returned to Thailand, He had a lapse

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of time before returning to cause trouble again.”

“But he was only 19 years old at that time. Isn't he too young?”

Tul still didn't want to believe that assumption.

“A 19-year-old boy is considered an adult man. He can go to university,

study for a degree and work part time. But I agree that we should
investigate this matter carefully because the only evidence we have is just a
film camera.”

Thiwa said about what could really happen.

"If the perpetrator was really married at the time, he would have hired the
sexual services of the sixth victim and that's when his camera was stolen,
right?"

A police officer on the investigation team raised questions, causing

Lieutenant Tul to turn around and ask for another photo from the film. It
was not a photograph of the six victims, but rather a photograph that was
taken intentionally or the shutter went off on its own. Tul held up the photo
for everyone in the room to see.

“This is the last photo on your camera roll.”

The photo had been digitally enhanced to make it look as normal as

possible, like the other images. The bright illumination of the flash showed
the state of the bedroom with the bed frame, a small table next to the bed,
and a large open window facing a tall building in the night sky.

“Where is that? Is it the perpetrator's room?”

“Let's consider this: Miss Nongkran, the sixth victim, intended to steal
items, including this camera, after completing her task with a client. It's
possible that she tried to take this photograph as a last resort.”

Tul expressed her opinion because the state of the room around her was full
of scattered clothes, sex toys, wrinkled sheets and most likely on the other

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side of the bed, the person under the blanket was the man who had hired the
services of the woman.

“Then we have to find where this hotel is. It should be a hotel, because a
building that tall is not a motel.”

"Yes, I may have to bother the prosecutor to get a search warrant in case the
hotel doesn't want to reveal guest information."

Tul let out a soft voice and looked up for help. Thiwa nodded and accepted
those words even though her face showed no emotion,

“Today’s meeting ends here. What we have to do next is follow the location
seen in the last photo and closely monitor our suspect’s every movement.”

Lieutenant Tul touched with her finger the photograph of a man she already
knew.

“Mr. Kawin Kalavanich,”

[Forensic examination found a foreign object embedded in the eye socket. It

had the texture of carbon steel.]

“Does the leaf have a high carbon content? Most knife companies use it.”

[Yes, the blend has a carbon content of 0.95%. If we were looking for a
knife with a blend like this, it should be fairly easy to locate.]

Che ran's voice came over the phone line. They called and talked late into
the night about the weapons that forensic experts had recovered from the
deceased's body.

“You are very talented.”

[Aren't you exaggerating?]

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Although she said it in a funny voice, Tul's words always made her smile.
And when the lieutenant's voice trailed off, the doctor's concerned question
brought attention back to the matter at hand.

[What are you thinking about?]

“Um. It seems that Kawin will be fully involved in this case. I mean, even
though we're not close, he's friends with P'Tihn. That makes it a little
difficult for me,"

Tul said quietly as she lay on the bed. Although she didn't affect the case to
the point where she couldn't continue, the feeling that the person was
P'Tinn's friend still bothered her a little.

“If I were to discuss the matter with P'Tihn, it could affect my case due to
the personal relationship. It would be better for me not to discuss it with my
brother and let the investigation continue the process takes its course.”

[If he is friends with P'Tihn, does that mean he also knew the dead
director?!]

“Yes, he is also someone who took a special math class. You should know
this master better than P'Tihn.”

Tul put her hand to her forehead, annoyed. However, Kawin knew both
victims of all three cases, what was the motive for committing a murder
even though he himself belonged to the rich class? In Tul's opinion, he only
knew the three victims, but there was nothing that could be considered a
motivation to kill.

[There's something else I want to tell you... Do you remember the woman
who secretly took photos of the man who hurt her?]

Tul imagined an image she had only seen twice while handling the physical
violence case. Kawin was secretly photographed when he came out of the
bathroom. Behind him was the view outside through the large window. At
night, the skyscrapers are illuminated with dazzling light.

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“Do you think it could be the same hotel as...?”

[I'm not sure. The condition of the room is quite different. Maybe it has
been renovated.]

Tul couldn't stop thinking, trying to consider the possibility that it was the
same hotel. Maybe she always stayed at this hotel in the past. And when he
returned to Thailand, he kept choosing this place because he was used to
it....

[Um... I think the same too. But we still have to check if it's the same place
or not.]

The sound of the door closing from outside the room indicated that there
was someone moving around the house. Maybe Tihn wanted to take a
shower. Tul lay on the bed while she organized the thoughts in her head.
There were still several photos on the camera roll that seemed so unrelated
to the case that they were not mentioned or discussed at the meeting. For
example, in the first photo on the roll, it looks like he just wanted to press
the shutter, he had no intention of taking a photo, so the image was blurry.
But Tul could still see the image: it was the leg of a pair of pants and a shoe.

Tul opened the photo she had saved on her cell phone and looked at it
again. The blurry image of hi. made her squint and stare at it for a few
minutes. Four intersecting lines are the hallmark of Onitsuka Tiger shoes.
The steeper jumped up as soon as she realized it. She immediately asked to
hang up on her girlfriend, who seemed a little confused.

“P'Tihn was taking a shower, so he wouldn't have heard the sound of his
bedroom door opening..”

Tul dared to enter her room without fear of being discovered. P'Tihn's room
was tidy and he had fewer things than her. In one corner was a large bed
and a bookshelf filled with cookbooks, artificial plants, and photographs of
the two brothers. Tul quickly went inside to look for an item she
remembered keeping on the shelf.

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The old photo album they used to look through together contained many
memories from their childhood. Tul slowly flipped through the pages,
examining each photograph carefully. There was a photo of Tihn holding
her when she was a baby, a photo from a school event, a photo of her
childhood birthday cake, and a photo from a trip to the beach with a
neighboring family. When she turned the page, she showed a photo of her
older brother growing up. Tihn entered high school wearing a military
training uniform. Meanwhile, his younger sister, who was 8 years younger
than him, was still wearing an elementary school uniform.

Until she found a photo she remembered taking from the album. It was a
photo of a line with his close friend from high school, both dressed in
casual clothes. The young man standing next to his brother was smiling at
the camera, his distinctive handsome face looking much younger than now.
He wore shoes that were popular among teenagers at the time.

"Marry Onitsuka Tiger shoes.”

“What are you doing now?”

A voice from the owner of the room asked, making her heart pound. Tul
hurriedly put the important photo in her shirt, before rushing to open the
album to another page. P'Tihn raised his eyebrows at his sister, who had a
strange expression as he walked to dry her wet hair and stopped next to her.

“Why do you suddenly open and look at photos from when we were little?”

"Well, I was thinking about our childhood in the old house,"

Tul changed the subject just as the album page she opened showed a photo
of two brothers in school uniforms, standing together in front of their
mother's store.

"We don't really have many photos of mom,"

Tul said as she searched for photos with her mother, and found less than
five photos in the entire album. As for photos with her father, there were
even fewer, since he barely intervened in their life. The two brothers

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decided to take the photos out of the album and throw them away. Tul found
a photo of her mother next to him in kindergarten. Memories of her mother
immediately flooded through her as if they were watching a movie. Her
mother was a woman who was considered very beautiful. However, most of
her mother's life was dedicated to her family, her husband and her two
children. During the day, she ran a store, often serving police officers and
families from nearby homes, faithfully preparing meals each day.

Tul was too young to understand when she heard adults talk about her
mother. She listened as her parents argued and heard criticism directed at
her mother from everyone. They talked about how her mother enjoyed
being married to a public official because of her high expectations, that she
liked other men besides her father or even some young police officers who
secretly flirted with her while her father was away, outside. Only her older
brother, P'Tihn, kept telling her not to listen, that her mother wasn't like
that.

However, after her parents divorced, the mother took her two children to
move into her grandmother's house. In the album there was a photo of my
grandmother in a two-story wooden house by the river. Her living
conditions were much better than when she lived in the police flat. Before
they grew up, their grandmother died of old age, so the two brothers moved
in together alone.

“How do you think mom is now?”

PTinn was silent for a moment. The younger person could not see the older
brother's facial expressions or gestures in time when he had a flashback
involving his mother.

“Maybe... more comfortable than us? She lives in Spain.”

Yes... Her mother had a new husband who was a foreigner. She found love
while she was at work. The two children were raised by her grandmother,
and soon after the mother registered her marriage with a Spaniard and
moved to live with a new family in her husband's country, leaving
everything behind, her old life., her ex-husband and her two children.

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After Kawin was detained for questioning with his personal lawyer for
more than five hours, the suspect denied all allegations. Aside from that, the
investigating officers themselves did not have enough evidence to prove
that Kawin was the one who brutally killed the three victims. But it seemed
that Captain Dan still hadn't given up. The next day, he filed a warrant
requesting a search of the Kalavanich family home and Mr. Kawin's private
luxury condominium. However, no clues were found, not even the weapons
the perpetrator was believed to have used to commit the crime.

The joint investigation team meeting at Headquarters was full of pressure.

Inspector Pichel, who was stopped to observe, looked at the young
policeman who was giving orders. Captain Dan insisted that the
investigation must be carried out with strict discipline and stressed that the
perpetrator definitely harbored hatred towards those who hindered the
family's interests. Kawin was a person who was under all the previous
suspicions.

Suddenly, a policeman ran in, he seemed alert, he hurriedly saluted before

speaking

“News program on TNS channel now....”

And finally, as we know Captain Dan looked at everyone, especially the

inspector. There is a conflict of interest between them. Although he
previously had strong support from MP Chutikarn, he turned against his
interests by dining with his business competitors. The document slammed
shut with all its strength. The entire room was silent for a moment, as if no
one dared to speak in front of the leader of the investigation team. Captain
Dan announced loudly without hearing any objections.

“Mr. Kawin is our main suspect. A second summons has been issued for
immediate questioning. And from now on I hope to keep an eye on this
man,”

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③⑧

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ᴇɪɢʜᴛ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

“The perpetrator used the same type of knife in the attack on the second and
third victims. This can be seen in the wounds on both arms and on Mr.
Kanok's neck. The nature of the wounds shows that the weapon struck first
and was then dragged in a long cut. This shows that the weapon used was
very strong and very sharp.”

Che-rån reported the developments to the joint investigation team. On the

board was an image showing a deep stab wound to the director's neck and
the movement of the gun. This evidence, which had been carefully
examined by the coroner, was very important because it could lead to the
arrest of the perpetrator.

And when examining the foreign objects embedded in the skull of

Chutikarn, the third victim, we found that the material is 1905 with a
percentage of 0.95% carbon. This steel is considered a very popular steel to
use in the production of knives. And it is also the standard of the American
Steel Institute.

“This document contains a collection of knives made of 1095 steel,

originally manufactured in the United States and distributed by
representatives in Thailand. We narrowed it down to knives with a blade
thickness of 4 mm and a length of more than 3 cm, which match the
characteristics of the wounds found on the victim.”

Bank helped distribute the documents to police officers and the prosecutor
who met again There were over 41 types of knives from various companies

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in the United States, including military-grade weapons certified by the US

Marine Corps, as well as professional kitchen knives used by chefs in the
restaurant industry.

“Maybe the perpetrator is someone who knew about knives? Or he was

crazy. If he were not a soldier or a police officer, he could be a chef,"

Prosecutor Thiwa analyzed according to the situation. Two people in the

room, who knew Lieutenant Tul's family well, realized that her brother fit
the listed job description. They looked at the lieutenant, who was
momentarily lost in her thoughts.

“P'Tul, P'Tihn should know about this, right? If we try to ask.... Who is he?”

Thiwa asked for a name she had never heard of.

“My brother. He used to be a hotel chef.”

Tul answered the question after regaining her composure.

“But we can follow the information collected by the forensic team ourselves
from here.”

Lieutenant Jew's suggestion was rejected. Tul didn't want her brother to get
more involved because Tihn was friends with the suspect, which could have
a big impact on this case. The photo of the two men from 18 years ago was
still in the lieutenant's purse. The well-known brand of sneakers that Kawin
was wearing at the time was closely linked to the serial murder case at the
time.

It was something that made Tul think twice. What reason would a 15 year
old young man have to kill a prostitute? If we talk only about the current
case, Kawin was probably connected to all the victims. But what about the
previous case? Was it just for his own enjoyment? Or actually the seven
victims were not the work of Kawin. Because if he only wore Onitsuka
shoes, then he was sure anyone could buy and wear them.

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Furthermore, the brand's sneakers were not considered official evidence in

the files registered at the corporate headquarters. These were just details of
reports widely reported in the media. The brand saw Increase in sales
without even spending a single baht on advertising. The police investigation
became increasingly chaotic as thousands of people were seen wearing
sneakers of the same brand.

Therefore, suspecting Kawin because of the shoes might be a bit

exaggerated. Tul tried to push those worrying thoughts out of her mind and
focus on the current direction of the investigation.

“Lieutenant Tul, are you listening?”

The person she was daydreaming about came to when she heard her name.
Che-rán looked at her with a worried expression, different from before
when her relationship had not progressed. Although formal pronouns were
used because they were not alone, the concern was obvious.

"I'm referring to the differences in the clothing of the six victims in the case
18 years ago,"

The medical examiner explained again, repeating her previous statement.

“This supports the hypothesis that the perpetrator had planned it carefully,
taking photographs of the victims he wanted to target. The clothes they
were wearing in the photos were different from what they were wearing the
day they were found dead, except for one person.”

All the photos on the board were comparisons of the victims' clothing, as
Che ran mentioned. She pointed to the first two photographs in which there
was no difference between the floral dress worn by Miss Whipa Chanporn.

“The clothes of the first victim in the photo are the same ones she was
wearing when she was murdered. It is also the only image where the victim
interacts with the camera while she smiles. This suggests that the first
victim may not have been planned in advance, but she was chosen at
random among the women. Additionally, the injuries to Ms. Whipa's face
were more serious than those of the other victims,”

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“The first case left a lot of evidence, which indicates that it may have been
the first time he did it. His lack of proper planning made her struggle a lot
during his actions. In later cases, he became more careful in chasing his
victims first, as evidenced by the planning seen.”

Prosecutor Thiwa supported the forensic findings.

"Considering this, could he have a problem with prostitutes?"

Someone from the investigation team asked straight to the point. That was
something Tul couldn't shake.

“We found suspicious points that indicate that the customer who purchased
the service before the camera was stolen could be Mr. Kawin.”

Tul finally spoke from the beginning of the investigation meeting almost an
hour ago. She decided to stand up and take the lead in presenting important
information.

Photographs were taken again in the hotel room with old film cameras for
informational purposes. This time, there was another photo accompanying
the evidence the lieutenant obtained from a woman who was a battered sex
worker, who had secretly photographed Kawin while he was at the hotel,
showing the edge of the bed with a night view outside the room window.

“These two photographs were taken at different times, but they are most
likely in the same place as seen from the furniture in the room and the view
outside the window. Although there have been some renovations, there are
still elements that remain in their original condition,”

Lieutenant Tul marked the combination between the slatted walls and the
carpet on the floor, as well as the brown curtain behind it.

“So maybe the owner of this camera is Mr. Kawin.”

“We can check from previous guest records if the hotel still has it. But it
seems like almost twenty years have passed. By law, hotels and resorts are
required to retain guest Information for only one year.”

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Prosecutor Thiwa spoke about the legal matter. This could cause the exam
to not in as expected.

“Currently I can no longer contact the part-time worker. Otherwise, we

might get information. about where Kawin met her, If it's the same place,
it's possible that he is the suspect in both cases,”

Lieutenant Tul said. Since the day she went to see the woman before she
refused her help because she did not want to involve the man who hurt her,
Tul could no longer contact her. The address she wrote down tuned out to
be false, or perhaps she had moved because she didn't want anyone to come
looking for her.

“I saw the police call Kawin again. Didn't you get any information?”

“Kawin was called in for a second interrogation, but I don't think that will
help much.”

Tul shook her head slightly and looked down in disappointment. A

sensational interrogation of Captain Dan who wanted to create a
masterpiece. As for the suspect, he had done nothing more than deny all the
accusations, it was possible that Kawin did not have evidence that clearly
confirmed his veracity on the day of the murder. However, the police
themselves had the evidence linking the motive and the relationship with
the three victims. And the famous lawyer who was sent by the family to
deferid him really helped the case.

“Come on, now we have the knife and the evidence from the hotel in our
hands. Let's split up to investigate and regroup later.”

According to the news broadcast by the TNS television channel news

agency, evidence of a film camera that had been stored for more than 18
years had been found and there was a high possibility that it was footage of
a serial killer who he had not yet been captured. Mr. Wisut Saengkhao, who
had long been a victim of injustice, was finally exonerated after years of
being convicted of murder and placed under community supervision until
his last breath.

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The criminal courts had not given an answer to the society about their
responsibilities in prosecuting the person who had done nothing wrong but
was instead labeled with a sign of guilt. Apart from that, the police
commander had not issued a statement of responsibility, Several community
members came out to demand Mr. Wisut's human rights. Although it could
be that he was no longer there when the world turned to notice his case and
sympathize with him because it was necessary.

Several media outlets had delved into this topic, presenting it to arouse
public curiosity, particularly Mr. Sirapob's Sirin TV channel, which would
never let this matter go. It was time to bring news that would guide people's
thinking and the owner of the TV station knew it. The queries were sent to
the Police Headquarters, Central Bureau of Investigation.

“We just learned that the police officer responsible for the serial murder
case 18 years ago was not someone else, but Police lieutenant General Tech
Techakomol, current commander of the Central Investigation Police.”

The speaker reports according to the information he had. Meanwhile,

Sirapob, who was behind the scenes, issued an ultimatum, saying that any
problems that arose later, he himself was willing to take responsibility.
Earlier, the police commander came and asked the television station to help
him report favorable news to the police, but Mr. Sirapob broke his promise.

“This means that the lieutenant general of the Technical Police, who at that
time was the leader of the case, arrested an innocent person. And because he
managed to close a big case at that time, the entire investigation team was
praised and received a promotion. Therefore, we want to be a voice of the
community, to request a new investigation of the serial murder case that
occurred 18 years ago.”

The news anchor used a serious tone while speaking to put pressure on the
Police Headquarters, especially the commander who would soon be running
for election.

“Another problem that we are aware of is that one of the investigative

police officers of the team Investigating three cases of serial murders that

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have not been able to catch the criminals is Lieutenant Tul Techakomol,
daughter of the current police commander.”

The graphic behind the presenter changed. Previously, only the image of the
commander of the Central Investigation Bureau was shown, but now the
face of a young woman in uniform was seen. The figure could be familiar
from previous interviews or statements during the investigation in which
she had participated. The media had uncovered her detailed background,
revealing that not only was her last name the same as Big Tech's. The
daughter of the police commander's ex-wife, whose whereabouts had never
been revealed.

The leading figure Sirapob, who took control of the news broadcast,
immediately smiled with satisfaction. He was waiting for this moment for
him to pay for what they had done to him when be revealed that he had
intervened to cover up his son's mistakes. She didn't know how much time
and money he would have to invest to regain people's trust and get them to
watch shows on his television station again..

But in the end, that day he had started the war using the means of
communication at his command.

“But how can we be sure that the daughter of Big Tech will be able to
investigate with the same simplicity and without errors as her father did 18
years ago?”

The television in Inspector Pichet's private office was turned off when the
news story ended, subtly directing attention to the police officer in front of
him. It didn't mean that she was having problems at work, but that the
problem had become bigger when they found out that she was Tech's
daughter even though Tech had not even participated in raising her children.

Lieutenant Tul knew that one day she would get into trouble because her
last name was similar to that of the Commander of the Central Bureau of
Investigation. In fact, since she decided to pursue a career as a police
officer, most people understood that she was associated with Big Tech. That
probably made many of the coaches not dare to do anything against her and
even praising her although in reality Tul didn't want any of that. She got to

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this point alone without having to depend on the man who had to be her
father.

Inspector Pichet sighed in the midst of the silence of the room. No one
made a sound. They did not expect that the news would dare to question the
issue that directly targeted the Commander with completely unfounded
accusations. In all the time he had known Lieutenant Tul, she had never
mentioned her father's name to intimidate other colleagues.

But currently Lieutenant Tul was in trouble again because of her father.

“You are here, Headquarters Star.”

Captain Dan opened the door to the room and entered without wasting any
time knocking and asking permission. His words were cynical, her eyes
seerned angry at the policewoman who was the subject of a scandal about
her joining the investigation team because of her father's connections

"You think I don't know anything about the camera that belongs to a
criminal but that you refuse to send to the evidence unit? You are trying to
create a job so difficult that it is difficult for anyone else to move. If this
case ends, not only will you be under disciplinary inspection..... but you
will also be fired,"

Captain Dan hissed, not caring about the inspector sitting there with his
head held high.

“And you probably don't need to ask the inspector's permission. We will
call Mr. Kawin for questioning again."

His eyes flashed as he looked at Inspector Pichet, who chose to side with
the wrong person instead of following him. Instead, the inspector acts like
an uncle who expects good results from that situation.

“Do you have any other evidence?”

“There is.”

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His eyes seemed disgusted towards Lieutenant Tul, who returned her gaze
without giving up.

“Originally I was going to ask you to carry out the interrogation but, it's a
shame that....”

Captain Dan paused for a moment, as if he was keeping some secret.

“This suspect turns out to be a friend of your older brother, Lieutenant.

Oh... So that's why you didn't call him to question him about the physical
assault case? You believed yourself to be superior to ather people, but in the
end, you also chose to do the same.”

With a disdainful tone and lowered gaze, as if to assert his superiority over
many people, Captain Dan approached, despite the fact that the inspector
forbade him to avoid a cornfrontation as before. However, nothing
significant happened other than whispered words that sounded like threats.
His voice came out slowly, conveying the news that he had received
directly from a higher authority.

“The commander wishes to see you, lieutenant, now and alone.”

This was the second time that Lieutenant Tul went to the Police
Commander's office, where no one dared to question her position and the
reason for her visit, especially when the truth had been revealed to the
public that she had a direct relationship with the Commander. Although no
one knew the depths behind the scenes, it was evident that both sides had
competed and greatly underestimated each other.

The lacquerett teak door opened and the room radiated a sickening light, to
the point that Lieutenant Tul refused to enter. She could see the back of her
biological father who was standing looking at the view outside the large
window. The last time they met face to face, Big Tech distanced itself from
responsibility and challenged him to find evidence that could prove his
words that the investigation he was responsible for 18 years ago was
wrong.

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Tech himself realized that he was betrayed by the person he turned to and
asked for help. The entire reason behind this stemmed from the person he
was called to meet, the person who had turned around and spoken to him
harshly, leaving a deep wound. She was the girl he didn't even consider his
own. Compared to his eldest son, who was years old at the time, the long
distance meant that the young and promising police officer never imagined
that he would have a second child. Until his wife became pregnant and gave
birth to a daughter.

Instead of being filled with joy, Tech became a completely different person.
He wondered how that was possible, especially when he was busy with his
work. High-ranking police officers liked and trusted him, assigning him to
important cases. He barely had time for his family, his wife, his son or even
to go home to sleep.

Tul was born in the middle of a breakup between her father and mother. It
was his father who couldn't accept it even at that moment.

“What are you doing?”

A look of hatred turned toward the person who would destroy everything he
had built throughout his life, dedicating body and soul to his career. All this
was clouded by a case almost forgotten by society.

“How can you sleep for almost 20 years after ruining other people's lives?”

Tul replied bitterly, looking into those piercing eyes that she hated to admit
were similar to her own, the only thing that her mother thought was exactly
the same as his father's.

“I did the best I could in this case. The evidence at that time showed who
the perpetrator was.”

“Evidence? There is almost no evidence. The hammer he used was a

different size than the wound on the corpse, You prosecuted an innocent
person! There were many things that you ignored and refused to examine.
And only now has come to light.”

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“What do you mean that camera is evidence? Because of your selfishness, it

makes everyone.. “

“How dare you say that others are selfish compared to what you have
done?”

Tul just laughed. When she heard that phrase she couldn't believe what she
heard. The gesture shown in front of her infuriated. Tech so much that he
could barely control his own voice.

“Be quiet!”

The hand that pointed to Tul's face trembled with anger.

“What I was trying to do was control the situation, but you ruined it, you
ruined the image of the case, and the media is trying to attack me Bastard!
Because you caused the division of society, people think the police can't do
their job!”

“If you only care about losing fate, that's up to you. Instead of moving
forward to investigate the possibility, you chose a path that would allow you
to survive. You are good at sweeping problems under the rug. I just
discovered it. The higher the rank, the more brazen and dare not admit your
mistake. You are a shameless person.”

Tech hated everything the person in front of him said to him. A lack of fear
of the authority he faced, a face and eyes that radiated defiance.
Furthermore, the hatred grew even more as he knew very well that it was
his own flesh and blood that was there shouting insulting words. Tech
lunged forward, raising his hand high, intending to punch the arrogant girl
in the face to teach her a lesson.

However, Tul managed to stop him just in time before the heavy hand
landed. After training his body well, he was able to handle the strength of
an old man that she got carried away with as time went by. Tech glared at
his daughter, veins bulging on his temples, and pulled his hand away from
her.

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“Go away.”

His deep voice seemed to have difficulty containing his emotions. He didn't
even want to see her face.

“And never show your face again. If you can, just die,”

"Have you never cared whether your wife and children live or die?"

Tul stood tall, mocking him with her words, not afraid that Tech would
attack her again. Although she always thought that her father had died a
long time ago, and she had no affection left for the man who abandoned her
family, there was still one more thing....

“You are not my daughter,”

"I never thought of you as a father either."

Tul looked at the person who gave her his last name, before turning around
and leaving his room, leaving alone a man whose hands were shaking with
anger and who couldn't control his own daughter. Following a dire situation
that spiraled out of control, with news circulating about irregularities in the
Central Bureau of Investigation investigation, chief investigator Captain
Dan took a firm stance that he was not involved with Big Tech's daughter as
alleged. Lieutenant Tul was not on the team and had no role in determining
the direction of the case.

As much as he raged about restoring his reputation, the police's failure to

capture the perpetrator remained a source of public criticism. Furthermore,
it was revealed that 18 years ago, the Commander may have captured an
innocent person, thus allowing the real culprit to wander around committing
crimes again. Big Tech's position was beginning to falter.

In addition, the ruling party also held a meeting on the political reputation
of Pol. Lieutenant General Tech Techakomol.

“If this case is not resolved and the old cases remain unresolved, I do not
think we should continue supporting it was a suggestion to avoid

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information that could damage the image of The party. A few days ago, they
issued a statement about MP Chutikan Panjasap, one of the victims, saying
that they were not involved in rumors of buying and selling votes for
commercial gains between capitalists. Anyone who could damage the
party's reputation and potentially become a target for opposition attacks was
to be removed,”

Big Tech looked like it was about to suffer the same fate.

“But... we have already invested a lot in it. The large campaign posters we
just ordered cost millions, not to mention the promotional costs to improve
their image. You just need to register and start campaigning,”

“Losing some money is better than staying with someone whose story is
tarnished. Catching the wrong person is a serious matter, leading to
dismissal from the police until it is verified whether it is true or not. We
must not take risks. This matter will take a long time, but the elections are
only two months away. We can not wait any longer,”

Random murmurs were heard among the executive committee members, all
parties agreed with that opinion. It was as if they had forgotten that he had
been there before to approve the joining of the police commander of the
Central Bureau of Investigation into a political party. Of course, having a
high-ranking police officer who is respected by everyone would give the
ruling party a good image. But with the situation in disarray, if they
continued to support him, the party could fall into the abyss of destruction
along with Big Tech.

“I think we should give the Commander a chance. If the case is solved and
the real culprit is caught, people will praise him so much that he will get a
big vote in the elections. It depends on... if we are willing to take a chance
and give it a chance or not.”

Another voice offered a different perspective. Only a few members of the

party's executive committee tacitly agreed. Some thought that such
opportunities would be difficult. Many other groups shook their heads.

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“We have to take some risks. If this case really works, the public will vote
for Big Tech and out party. I am sure that Big Tech will not let this
opportunity pass by.”

The Forensic Institute collected more than 41 types of sharp weapons made
of 1095 carbon steel to test them on dummies. Che-rán asked an officer for
help to imitate Mr. Kanok's throat-cutting method. They measured the
results based on the depth and width of the wounds, comparing them to find
the weapon that best matched the wounds on the corpse

“Are you okay, Banks? We can get someone else to do it.”

"I'm still fine,"

The young officer confirmed, a little out of breath. He twisted his

increasingly sore wrist before grabbing the next knife to try. It was clear
that penetrating a knife deep enough to reach the muscle and then slowly
cutting a blood vessel would require enormous strength in the arm and
wrist, or perhaps it was someone specially trained with this type of
weapon..

The sharp blade deeply scraped the doll's neck. The hands of the person
who exerted force several times began to tremble slightly. Banks exhaled
immediately after finishing testing the weapon. The next step was to
measure the size of the wound. Che ran approached with measuring
Instruments and a sheet of notes, ready to find the answer.

“The wound is 3 cm deep, the mouth of the wound is 4 mm thick... The

author must have used this knife.”

The last sentence was like heaven for Bank, who was beginning to lose
strength. He wrote down the results on a clipboard, while his assistant told
the doctor about the knife..

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"This KA-BAR knife is usually owned by soldiers of the United States

Marine Corps, doctor."

Banks turned the handle of the knife in his hand to see letters engraved on
the blade, which read US ARMY.

“Is it famous enough?”

“This is a legendary knife among collectors. There are rumors that the KA-
BAR can kill bears similar animals.”

Che-rán raised her eyebrows at her assistant, who seemed to know a lot
about this knife. Bank seemed to realize this and scratched the back of his
head, a little embarrassed.

“My father is a knife collector. He was in the military, so I asked him about
it.”

Before they could speak further, the door to the small meeting room Che-
rán had requested for weapons testing opened and a new person entered.
Lieutenant Tul looked at the numerous dolls lying on the floor and the large
bag full of knives. Even without being told what they were doing, Tul could
guess from the scene before her.

“What were the results?”

The lieutenant asked as she walked in and stood next to her girlfriend, whe
handed her a clipboard to read her note.

“The weapon used by the perpetrator was a KA-BAR knife, an American

military knife.”

Bank handed the sharp weapon to Lieutenant Tul for inspection, She
grabbed the leather handle and pulled the knife out of the sheath, revealing
the blade which was matte black in color as it was made of carbon steel. Tul
knew a little about pocket knives and survival knives, and she could tell that
this was a high-quality Item.

“American military knife?”

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“Yes, lieutenant. KA-BAR knives come in various grades, but the high
quality ones are made from 1095 high carbon steel, like the one we found
on the victim. Most likely they were imported from the United States.”

"If it's imported, it shouldn't be too difficult to track it."

Tul tried to push out of her mind the disturbing thoughts that the only
person who could buy this knife without going through a Thai dealer was
someone who had just returned from the United States. It's not that she
wanted to side with his brother's old friend, but all the evidence pointed
specifically to Kawin.....

After receiving information about the weapon used by the perpetrator,

Lieutenant Tul referred it in the investigation team to trace the list of buyers
and sellers of the knife for the past year.

“Are you stressed about the news?”

Che-rán asked as they walked down the hallway of the Forensic Institute
building. The Sirin TV news was widely discussed. Few people knew that
Big Tech had not contacted his family in decades. And Lieutenant Tul rarely
revealed who her father was, as if that were more shameful than admirable.

“I am used to.”

"That habit is not a good thing."

Che ran said, reaching out to take her hand. Lieutenant Tul smiled slightly,
although her eyes were not smiling, not wanting her lover to worry. There
were too many things to deal with and now she had to face the fact that her
suspect was someone close to her.

"I have something to tell you,"

Tul's voice was serious, unlike before, which Che rán could feel. They
walked together to the doctor's office for privacy, making sure no one
overheard them because Tul wasn't ready to reveal this to anyone. The

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lieutenant took a photograph from her brother's old photo album and gave it
to her girlfriend.

"P'Tihn? And the person next to him..”

"Kawin,"

Tul answered the question quietly. Her fingers pointed to the shoes the
young man was wearing. Wear Onitsuka shoes. 18 years ago, he was only
19 years old and rich enough to buy expensive shoes, a movie camera or
sleep in a hotel. All the evidence is pointed against him, except...

“I've thought a lot about what his motive could be for killing a prostitute.”

“As for the motive, we have to question him, P'Tul. Maybe the reason is
something we can't imagine.”

“I want to be the one to question him, but I can'.”

Tul sighed, letting her shoulders slump. As she said, all signs pointed to
Kawin. It was difficult to deny that he was involved in the two murder cases
at different times. A police officer like her would have to be responsible for
her duties by bringing him in for questioning, but that depended on the fact
that she currently had no right to summon anyone for direct questioning, as
it was prohibited by the team appointed by the police officer Commander.

“As for the KA-BAR knife, if we Investigate the name of the person who
bought the knite from the importing company, we could obtain a clue that
leads to the perpetrator.”

“Kawin lived in the United States for almost twenty years. He also studied
military school in Thailand. He should have some knowledge about knives
and could buy them without having to go to anyone. But why does it seem
like all the evidence points towards him?...”

And besides, it hadn't rained for days, everything was too perfect, making
him not believe that Kawin was the criminal the police were looking for.
Not because he was friends with his brother...he wasn't a discriminatory

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police officer. It was a kind of premonition that made her not believe one
hundred percent the things she saw,

Lieutenant Tul's-cell phone rang, it was an incoming call from a Jew.

[Phi, there's a big problem.]

Jew immediately spoke without waiting for Tul to ask.

[So far Kawin has not come to the summons for questioning. Now Captain
Dan has set a time limit, if Kawin still does not arrive at night, an arrest
warrant will be issued immediately.]

Tul knew she had to return to headquarters after her brief stop at the
Forensic Institute. But before she could leave, Che rán stopped her by
gently pulling her arm and hugging her like she always did when she saw
Tul looking stressed, as if she was carrying the weight of the world on her
shoulders..

Tul hugged her back, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally, as if
she had received words of comfort through body language. She didn't
expect to be bothered by the harsh words of the man who was supposed to
be her father figure. The hatred she harbored since childhood did not
disappear easily, but as she grew older, she learned that it was just a selfish
view, one that humans often have. Although she always knew that Tech
never cared about the lives of his children, whether they were alive or not,
she still never expected to hear such cruel words come out of his mouth. No
matter how hard she pretended, in the end those words still stuck in her
heart, no matter how hard she tried to ignore them.

“I trust you, you are doing everything you can. It doesn't matter what the
rest say.”

“Um.”

Tul's face rested on Ran's shoulder. She didn't want to distance herself from
her lover, but she couldn't stay hidden there either. A few minutes passed

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before they both let go. The youngest placed a soft kiss on the Lieutenant's
cheek, causing a smile to appear on her face.

“I have to go.”

She said it like that, but Lieutenant Tul was still dawdling as if she didn't
want to go anywhere. If it weren't for work, she would like to spend time
with Che rán all day, anywhere, away from the hustle and bustle.

Lieutenant Tul returned to the base, trying to avoid putting herself in a

position that could cause trouble, especially with Captain Dan currently
under great pressure because he would uncontrollably attack anyone who
got in his way. The officers on her team began to have difficulty defending
themselves.

Darkness began to fall and spread across the night sky. Outside there was
not even the shadow of Kawin that the police were waiting for. This
situation forced Captain Dan to have no choice but t0 issue an arrest
warrant against the person who refused to cooperate with the official
interrogation subpoena.

Everyone knew that the superiors had determined the direction of the
investigation, limiting it only to the recent serial murders. They did not
want investigations of past cases to tarnish their good name. Even the
person on the highest pyramid began to shake, his chart becoming hot and
uncomfortable, until he encouraged Captain Dan to immediately arrest the
main suspect, whoever he was. All he wanted was to save himself from the
fire that threatened to consume them, not caring that the consequences of
his actions would eventually catch up with him, no matter how many years
passed. A list of people who bought knives imported from the United States
was sent to Lieutenant Tul.

Around 7 pm, after requesting a special investigation team to help find all
the names. As expected, there was no name on the list of names, Kawin
Kalavanich. If he did not buy the knife inside Thailand, it is possible that he
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of the investigation, But if you expanded the scope beyond this, would
searching for evidence become too difficult?

At the same time, Jew received a message from someone on the joint
investigation team, namely Phusit, who asked them to go to the eighth floor,
where the Technological Crimes Division was located. The two police
officers immediately ran there.

The criminal investigation department was full of officers due to a major

case that was still unsolved and under public scrutiny, no one could leave
until the matter was resolved. As for other departments that did not
participate, there were not many officers left. Thus, only Phusit and his
computer were in the Cyber Police station.

“I tried enlarging photographs taken with the film camera and adjusting the
clarity, until I found this.”

Phusit couldn't wait to speak, without delay, his hand quickly opened the
program he had left before. The photo taken inside the hotel where Miss
Nongkran pressed the shutter button, 18 years ago, appeared on the screen.
The young policeman pressed the mouse several times to enlarge the image,
getting closer to the white pillow that lay on the bed, bigger... bigger... Until
gold thread letters could be seen embroidered on the pillow.

Hotel Indra Palace'

“Indra Palace, I remember that the hotel was recently closed for
renovations, right?”

“Yes, it's an old hotel built in 1981. It was closed for renovations and
reopened earlier this year.”

Phusit answered the question with the information he had.

“You could say that the Indra Palace Hotel was known as a top hotel. It had
been built in the city for more than 35 years and stood out for its Thai
architecture, decorated with elements such as sick and teak. They
accommodated both foreign tourists and important state guests.”

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“Then, 18 years ago, the perpetrator stayed here... We have to further

investigate whether the woman who was a part-time worker and who was
abused by Kawin was at the Indra Palace Hotel or not.”

Inside a suite at the Indra Palace Hotel, a mist of white smoke from an
electronic cigarette rises from the lips of a man, seeking to relax from the
stress accumulated over the past few days. A glass of amber liquid rested on
an antique-style nightstand, next to a bottle of liquor from one of the hotel's
toiletries. His large, curtainless windows revealed a familiar panorama of
the capital's skyline, always enchanting no matter how many times or how
many year had passed, Kawin, as always, was captivated by the beautiful
views that could not be found anywhere else apart from this hotel.

The sound of the front door bell broke the atmosphere. The good times are
gone for the man. He placed his e-cigarette next to his unfinished glass of
wine, before standing up and walking towards the front door of the room to
greet the visitor. The lawyer his father recruited had such a weak expression
on his face that Kawin could guess what had happened. He fled to that
hotel, while his father continued to search for solutions to the problems his
family was facing.

The lawyer followed him and sat on the living room sofa. Kawin crossed
his legs comfortably, no need to practice manners even if the other person
was older than him.

“Mr. Kawin, I think you should probably turn yourself in to the police,
since they have no evidence against you either. But if you remain silent and
they can't contact you... You could face charges for not cooperating with the
police.”

The lawyer tried to cansole according to the instructions of the head of the
family, and fought against all odds, assigning his son qualified legal advice.
However, the response received was a firm refusal, stating that he would
not meet the police again.

“Why should I go?”

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“Now the police have issued an arrest warrant. The more you nun, the
bigger the problem we will have.”

His lips released cloudy white smoke that smelled like fruit and spread
throughout the room, The lawyer's sweat was dripping from his temples
even though the air conditioning was working at full capacity, since his
client was not willing to follow his advice. The amber liquid in the glass
was a complete drink and the soft flavor stuck to the man's tongue as it
comforting him, as if nothing bad was going to happen..

The next morning, the Central Bureau of Investigation handed over full
authority to search for Mr. Kawin. No one had been able to contact this
suspect. The family and lawyers refused to testify. Journalists from several
news stations were waiting in front of the main building since the day
before yesterday, after receiving confirmation from the head of the serial
murder investigation team, Captain Dan, who said that the suspect would
soon be arrested.

According to previous reports, the man summoned by the police was the
son of Kasem Kalavanich, president and CEO of the Vanitchakit group,
who had a conflict with the Chutikarn MP, so it is possible that his son was
involved. Many news agencies were also investigating this suspect's story,
looking for his relationship with other victims.

The news broke out and caught the public's attention overnight. Although
there was no evidence to prove that Kawin was the real perpetrator, the fact
that he had not come forward made him very suspicious. As a result, there
were various interpretations that Kawin was a murderer who currently
escaped arrest.

Captain Dan could wait no longer. He took out an arrest warrant and
stormed the Kalavanich family home and Mr. Kawin's private
condominium, A large black van drove away from the base, sirens blaring,
until a group of journalists rushed to report the developments to their own
agency, and some decided to drive and follow the police.

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The condominium next to the Chao Phraya River was the first place raided
and searched by the investigation team. They admitted to the condo owner
that there was a suspect trying to escape arrest. The sound of high-top
teather shoes could be heard all the way to the front of the room where he
had arrived with the warrant.

No matter how many times he knocked on the door, shouting intimidatingly,

no one came out to open it. The young police officer immediately decided
in break down the door to enter. However, after chocking, there was no sign
of the room's owner. Captain Dan opened the closet and found it almost
empty. Personal belongings had disappeared from their proper place. The
young police officer gritted his teeth and held back his anger at the thought
that the suspect might have escaped.

The next place was the Kalavanich family home, where almost no police
were received a second time. Kawin's mother fainted when the investigation
team returned with an arrest warrant for her only son. Meanwhile, the father
could only sit silently, unable to speak, with his bottle of drink. The police
carried out a thorough search of the entire spacious house, in every room,
but did not find a single trace of Mr. Kawin

"Mr. Kasem, I will ask you and you will have to cooperate with us."

Captain Dan approached the old man that he was drunk and asked him in a
random and authoritative voice.

“Where did your son go?”

The old man did not answer. He looked twenty years older than he was
before, his eyes were sad because he couldn't find a way out of this
problem.

“I will ask again, where is your son? We need to arrest him for questioning
as a suspect.”

From a person who was respected for often sharing with many people,
many people now gossiped that he was involved in the death of MP
Chutikarn. The small shopping center he was about to build had to be

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temporarily stopped, and today... his only son had become a suspect in a
serial murder. Everything he had worked for his entire life was destroyed in
the blink of an eye.

“If you do not respond, you will be accused of complicity with the
perpetrator, Get ready for that.”

At the end of his threat, Mr. Kasem's wife plopped down on the couch,
listening to the last chance Captain Dan had given this family. She left the
house with a heavy heart and had to immediately decide her next course of
action. After considering the entire situation, it seemed like there was no
other option. The suspect evaded arrest,

“I hereby order coordination with the police in all regions, especially in

border areas.”

He sent agents to conduct inspections throughout the airport if there was an

attempt to escape this country.

“If Kawin was found anywhere, arrest him immediately.”

The incident began to escalate when Captain Dan issued an order requesting
cooperation from officers from all sectors to expedite the search for Kawin.
Dozens of police officers from the Central Bureau of Investigation were
sent to carry out their duties. Anyone who found clues or traces of the
suspect's whereabouts should report it immediately. Any officer found
violating orders or attempting to cover up important evidence would face
disciplinary action.

Lieutenant Tul knew who the latest emergency order was referring to,
although previously any evidence or leads she and her team were aware of
had always been dismissed with doubt. But when the time came, he
imposed demands and made all kinds of threats, until the last second.

'Continuing with the news that is currently in the spotlight, Captain Dan and
his team still emphasize that the three recent murder case has nothing to do
with the murder of prostitutes in 1998. Apart from that, they emphasize that

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the Police are currently pursuing and arrested a suspect who is believed to
be evading arrest at this time.’

The small television screen in Inspector Pichet's office showed breaking

news segments reporting on the developments in the case. On the screen
were images of a van parked near the door of a mansion, watched eagerly
by reporters. Police vehicles were seen arriving at the scene of the incident,
but their location was not revealed, sparking various speculations and
discussions in the community. Many speculated that it could be the
residence of the Kalavanich family, suspected of being involved in the case.

"Doing this will make the suspect more alert,”

The inspector said, pointing out the weakness of Captain Dan who was
being interrogated. There were journalists everywhere. This could have the
advantage of attracting journalists as a group in their own right. But at the
same time, it also had a more negative impact in terms of exposure.
Reporters would reveal what the police were doing and where they were, so
the suspect would find out and find a way to escape,

"Inspector, did he really escape?"

Jew and her superior still secretly doubted that the police could control the
suspect. Looking at the financial status and connections, it seemed like
there were enough resources to easily escape.

“I don't want to be sure. At the first interrogation, Captain Dan tried to

intimidate and pressure him into confessing, but there was no evidence
against him, only circumstantial evidence and a motive.”

“This is like... the case of Mr. Wisut,”

The inspector nodded with a serious expression, unable to deny that the
police officer's actions at that moment were extremely reckless. They were
pressured to immediately arrest the perpetrators and also tried to deny any
connection in the old case. Many accumulated factors. had ruined the
situation. There was a possibility that Kawin was innocent... However, his

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evasive behavior, hiding, running away, and rejecting calls, made it

reasonable to be suspicious.

“But now they have coordinated with the border police, they have
intercepted cars entering and leaving on the toll road, they have checked the
names of people traveling abroad, but they still have not found Mr. Kawin.
In my opinion....he is still hiding in this country.”

“Hotel Indra Palace.”

Was the first place that came to Tul's mind.

“What's wrong with the hotel, Lieutenant?”

“Yesterday our team confirmed images from a movie camera from 18 years
ago. There was a picture taken in a suite at the Indra Palace hotel. Perhaps,
that is also the same hotel where
Kawin slept with the woman he was sexually abusing.”

“Have you sent someone to investigate that?”

“Not yet, Inspector. That's just a guess at the moment. I intend to check it
out myself. If that happens…”

"Come on, I'll go with you,"

Inspector Pichet stood up and took the coat that covered his office chair

The Indra Palace Hotel was relatively quiet during the day because it was
not the Christmas season. The floor of the lobby was paved with marble and
scented with flowers, welcoming guests from the entrance. The receptionist
respectfully greeted the three police officers with a traditional Thai wall.
Inspector Pichet cleared his throat slightly before identifying himself with
his official badge.

“Hello, we would like to check the names of last year's guests.”

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The receptionist's expression changed slightly because this was a situation

that had never been handied before. But she still agreed, asking the three of
them to sit and wait on the couch while she went to see the manager to meet
him in person. Without waiting too long, a man wearing a uniform similar
to the employee walked towards them. On the chest of his shirt was an
orchid flower that was similar to the leadership symbol there.

“Hello, I'm the manager here. How can I help you?”

“We are looking for a suspect in the case we are investigating, that is why I
ask for your cooperation in verifying the guest list.”

This time it was Lieutenant Tul who spoke up to explain to the hotel
manager. The man had a polite and hesitant expression on his face, it
seemed as if he was thinking about how to reject her..

“I don't think we can reveal the guest's personal information.”

“But it's urgent. At least we want to know if he is here today,”

Inspector Pichet immediately argued. He practically assumed something

like this would happen. It is possible that the hotel. did not readily agree to
cooperate with police requests.

"Then we might need a warrant for the search. Does the police have one?”

"It seems like he could be here, since you won't let us search, that seems
very suspicious to me,"

Lieutenant Jew also yelled dissatisfiedly at the hotel manager, but the
inspector shook his head so as not to be too reckless.

“I apologize, Because our hotel respects guests who come to spend the
night. Therefore, it is feared that providing any information that would
violate the right to privacy and possibly disturb the comfort of guests ill
allow the police to conduct a search.”

His polite tone only increased the frustration of the two police officers. It
was clear that the hotel prioritized its Image over cooperation. But by the

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time the court order arrived, it was possible that Kawin had fled elsewhere.

“Okay, I will return with a warrant.”

As the leader, the inspector decided to withdraw because, no matter what,

they would not be allowed to inspect or obtain more information from the
hotel at this time. Lieutenant Jew shook her head as they walked to the front
of the building

“What should we do, inspector? By the time the summons arrives, it may
already be too late.”

"Prosecutor Thiwa once said that she could help us,”

Lieutenant Tul said, mentioning the name of the person who had always
collaborated with them, whether she helped expedite the summons of the
accused or even helped to have a house search warrant for cases, previous
ones, perhaps she could be his only way out.

“Prosecutor Thiwa agreed, but now we have to go to the prosecutor's

office.”

"I'll go myself,”

Lieutenant Jew offered and quickly ran back to her car, Inspector Pichet and
Lieutenant Tul decided to stay and part as hotel guests, hoping that the
suspect would turn up somewhere. Inspector Pichet headed to the restaurant
located in the west wing of the building, while Lieutenant Tul surveyed the
large parking area for vehicles registered to Mr. Kawin.

Lieutenant Tul walked toward the outdoor parking lot for guests and other
visitors, worried that if she didn't get a search warrant today, the situation
would become even more stressful.

Meanwhile, Captain Dan's investigation team, which was spread across

several locations, had yet to make any progress in searching for the
fugitive.

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At this moment, a car drove in and found a parking place outside.

Everything seemed normal until Lieutenant Tul walked past him and saw
the man in the suit getting out of the car, wharn she had seen before…. Mr.
Kawin's lawyer.

A glass elevator ascended in the 18th floor, reserved for special guests
seeking privacy and top-notch service. The spacious rooms on this floor
offered spacious accommodation with panoramic views of the capital. The
leather shoes stepped on the thick, elegantly patterned carpet that covered
the hallway. There was a room number on the teak door, and he stopped at
the number that matched the information he had received, which was the
room where the
suspect the police were looking for was staying.

He had his ear pressed to the door in case he tried to hear any sounds from
inside. But the thick walls of the five-star hotel effectively blocked any
sound. However, this did not pose any problem for the visitor, as the
receptionist had given him a spare key. One hand grabbed the gun holstered
on her belt as she carefully and silently opened the door.

The polished teak doors creaked open as the visitor entered the luxurious
suite. The cold air from the air conditioning brushed against his skin,
indicating that someone was still there. The large windows offered beautiful
views of the city. The visitor moved slowly, looking left and right,
searching for signs of the person he was chasing.

Suddenly something unexpected happened. Someone appeared from

behind, when the visitor was unprepared. A long, heavy object was thrown
upward and then slammed hard into the back of the visitor's head. The rapid
impact caused him to immediately fall to the ground, unable to react further,
Blood slowly seeped onto the carpet. Kawin stood up, panting, looking at
the unconscious policeman with a hardened gaze.

The 18th floor elevator opened again, this time it was Lieutenant Tul who
ran out when she discovered the suspect's room number. It took her quite
some time to get this information from Kawin's lawyer. And earlier, the
hotel reception staff told him that other agents had arrived with a warrant.

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Who was that officer? The inspector? But Jew hadn't returned yet, right?
Tul took her personal weapon in a ready position to take precautions before
reaching the room. But it turned out that the door was open, which made
Tul, who had just arrived, take out her gun just in case, maybe the suspect
was stiil hiding inside.

The tip of her foot pushed the teak door open wider than before. The first
thing she did was pass the tip of the gun through the chamber. But before
she had time to check further, in the middle of the room there was the body
of a person lying in a pool of blood on the carpeted floor, Her heart was
racing when she thought that the same, incident had happened to Lieutenant
Jew. But the one who lay wounded was someone else, it was someone she
knew very well.

It was Captain Dan who lay motionless on the carpeted floor. Blood flowed
in alarming quantities. But before Lieutenant Tul could figure out how he
got there or check if the man was still alive, footsteps were heard behind
before a loud shout ordered the people in the room to stay still.

“Stop right there! You're surrounded! Lieutenant? What's going on....”

“Captain! The Captain was attacked!”

Dozens of police officers had just arrived after being informed by the head
of the investigation team that the suspect might be hiding in this hotel. They
sent reinforcements, but it was too late. Captain Dan, who was attacked,
was lying in the middle of the room, but the person found at the scene was
not the person they were looking for.

“Lieutenant, why are you here?”

News reports revealed that that afternoon, the suspect in the serial murder
case, Kawin Kalavanich, escaped arrest after injuring a police officer. The
injured officer was identified as
Captain Dan, head of the investigation team that attempted to arrest the
suspect.....

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The serious injuries sustained became a topic of widespread discussion,

leading to questions being raised about how such an incident could have
occurred. Despite predictions that the suspect would leave the country, he
managed to evade capture once again. Amid the chaos, police operations
appeared ineffective, leading to public criticism of authorities' handling of
the situation

Central Bureau of investigation police traced Kawin's departure through

CCTV footage at the Indra Palace Hotel. Meanwhile, Lieutenant Tul was
detained for questioning after being the first person found at the scene
following the attack on Captain Dan. The injured officer was immediately
taken to a hospital for treatment. Although he had received medical
treatment, his condition remained worrying. A blow to the base of his skull
could affect his nerves or even his cervical spine, posing a risk of paralysis.

Photographic evidence from the crime scene, including images of Captain

Dan's severe head injuries, was sent to a forensic institute for examination.
Che-rán took the reins as soon as she heard about the incident. The weapon
used to attack the young police officer was a 140 centimeters high hard
chrome steel lamp stand, so it could be dangerous. However, the height of
the object needed a large enough space for the swing to be more effective,
indicating that there was enough space for such an attack.

A hand took a photograph of the wound on the back of his head and held it
up for consideration. The mouth of the wound opened because the solid
object hit hard in a slightly tilted position to the left.

Che-ran's brow furrowed as she discovered a small detail that she couldn't
pass up. If the gun was more than 140 cm long and Captain Dan's body fell
in the middle of the room, that meant that the criminal stipped behind him
and had to use the space to hit the long iron bar on the back, back of the
policeman's head. That's what made the wound lean to the left.

The doctor immediately stood up, her heart racing as she found important
evidence that could change the shape of the case. Her thin legs walked
towards her own desk, where she kept an old photo that Lieutenant Tul gave
her the other day. A photo of Tihn and an old trend from high school. Kawin
wore a watch on his right hand confirming that he was left-handed. Her thin

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eyebrows drew together in confusion, her white teeth biting her lip out of
habit as she thought hard. The files containing the autopsy reports of the
three cases were removed from the back shelf. Che rán placed it on the table
before opening it and looking at each page to find the information that she
had written herself.

MP Chutikan Panjasap's body had both eyes gouged out and both cars cut
off. A ragged cut was found in the tissue of her left ear. Her own
handwriting was written in the medical examiner's comment box. The
accused is right-handed. He knows how to use his left hand, but not as well
as his right.

The number you dialed is not available… After trying to contact her
girlfriend for the third time, she thought maybe the lieutenant's cell phone
was dead or the battery was dead, Che-rån asked Bank's assistant to tell the
other forensic officers involved in the case about the important evidence she
just discovered. She then immediately headed to the police headquarters to
inform Lieutenant Tul and the rest of the investigation team.

A red Mazda arrived at the destination in less than half an hour. The last
news she heard was that Lieutenant Tul was being interrogated and that she
might still be here. The façade of the large building was packed with dozens
of journalists, making it difficult to get through. Che ran tried to contact
Lieutenant Jew, but she did not answer her calls either.

The doctor passed by the journalists and entered through another door. But
inside the base there was more chaos than outside. None of the police
officers had much time to greet her or ask her anything. They all had
serious expressions on their faces and kept coming and going all the time.

On the sixth floor, which was the Criminal Investigation Division office, no
one was in the room because everyone was on duty looking for the suspect
after he attacked a police officer. Che-rán became discouraged, she tried to
contact someone again until a police officer who was walking in front of
her stopped to ask.

“What are you doing here?”

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Since they had never worked together, he did not know the young woman's
face before, so he did not know that Che-rån worked at the Institute of
Forensic Medicine. But Che-rån was not impressed by the harsh tone with
which she spoke, since she had more important things to think about at that
moment.

“Is Lieutenant Tul here?”

Dark eyebrows knitted together as he looked at the strange woman asking

about the policowoman who had quarreled many times with the leader of
the investigation team. Until now, everyone was saying that Lieutenant Tul
was the reason Captain Dan was attacked.

“She's gone... this is not the place for strangers to be.”

After realizing that the person she was looking for was not at police
headquarters, Che-rån returned to her car and went to look elsewhere. She
continued to try to contact Tul and Jew, but no one answered her calls. She
drove her red Mazda along a route she knew well, because she had passed
by her girlfriend's house several times.

The police response made Che-ran assume that Tul might have gone home.
The two-story townhouse was not far from the mouth of the alley. The
closed gate and the absence of cars parked in front indicated that Tul might
not have returned yet.

Frustrated, Che-rán paced back and forth in front of the house, pressing the
doorbell in hopes that other residents would be able to contact her sister.
However, there was currently no sign of anyone home. Determined, she
opened the unlocked door and walked to the front of the house, where the
potted plants were arranged as they had been the last time she visited. Che-
ran stopped in front of the door, hesitating before deciding to knock and
knock several times, hoping that someone would hear her, Rustling sounds
could be heard from inside, as if someone was walking to welcome the
guest. In just a few seconds, the house operied to reveal a person poking his
head out.

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But it wasn't Lieutenant Tul, nor was it P'Tihn.... It was Kawin.

After being questioned about something she didn't do, Tul returned to the
indira Palace Hotel to investigate where the suspect had fled to. She felt
guilty for not being able to contribute to the investigation team, even though
Captain Dan told her to report any suspicious findings immediately. When
Captain Dan learned that she and the inspector were heading to the hotel, he
immediately arrived hoping to make the arrest alone.

Since everyone's attention was focused on him, no one was paying attention
to Kawin's pursuit anymore. CCTV footage from the hotel revealed that he
used the fire escape route to escape, without leaving a trace. Lieutenant Tul
seperated from her subordinates after a while as it was already almost 9 pm.
Her moblie phone, which she had left charging, was turned on as she left
the hotel.

I had received 19 missed calls from Ran❤...

Frowning, she wondered why Che-ran had called so many times since that
afternoon? Tul immediately called her back, but she only received a soft
ring before no one answered. She did it many times, but the results were the
same as before.

Tul turned to contact Mae, her lover's close friend, and immediately
discovered that Che-răn wanted to discuss something with her about Kawin,
so she went out to look for her since the afternoon. Hearing that, her foot
immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove her car at high speed,
continuing to try to contact Che-rán. She called Professor Rakkit and
Assistant Bank, but no one had seen her lover in the last hour.

Lieutenant Tul retumed to headquarters but no one else was there that night.
The entire building was dark because the lights were off. Her anxiety
prevented her from doing anything. She combed her hair until it was messy
because she still couldn't contact Che-rån. Until she had to ask everyone to
help her find her. Jew called her back while driving aimlessly.

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[Phi, if Dr. Ran is looking for you, don't you think she could come to your
house?]

Tul immediately accepted the idea. She accelerated the car towards her own
house, while with one hand she pressed the phone to call her brother, in
case Tihn met Che-rán at his house.

The red Mazda parked in front of the house made Lieutenant Tul feel
relieved because it turned out that Che-rán was at her house. But her bad
feeling came back again when she thought why Che-san wasn't answering
her phone and neither was her brother. The door opened immediately,
revealing a dark and silent house with no lights on. Tul could not confirm
whether her brother had returned home or not, because he usually came
home at 9 pm. If he had nothing else to do, he was usually at home eating
dinner and waiting for her sister to return every day. But not that day...

The fact that the door opened made Tul's heart feel better. Her hands
reached for the light switch in the darkness, and since this was her own
house, she was used to it and she knew where it was. The lights above were
bright, but there was nothing to indicate an abnormality in the house, but...
There was no one waiting for her there. Che-ran was not there. Tihn was not
there,

Tul called them both, she searched every corner of the house but found no
one. With her heart racing, she grabbed her cell phone and called his brother
first. Her voice trembled with anxiety and sweat ran down her forehead.
Tears welled up in her eyes, almost spilling out, but she held thetri back.

The ringing of Tihn's cell phone rang from the front door of the house, over
the dining room table, which she initially ignored. And there was also
something else.... Che-ran's cell phone was located in the same place, next
to P'Tihn's cell phone.

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③⑨

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ɴɪɴᴇ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The disappearance of Tihn and Che-rån made the situation worse. Both
mobile phones were left on the dining room table inside the house, making
it impossible to contact them or even track their location over the cellular
network. What's more, the screen of Tihn's cell phone was broken, although
Tul knew very well that her brother took great care of her belongings. This
is most likely not due to a simple fall, he seemed to have been hit by
something hard.

The police immediately took control of the situation after being informed
by Lieutenant Tul who could not control her emotions. She couldn't sit still,
her hands were sweaty and her eyes were watery. She repeatedly asked for
updates from the team every minute until Lieutenant Jew had to intervene
to ask her to calm down.

The first clue was that at the scene of the incident there were no signs of
forced entry, so it is suspected that Tihn himself opened the door to let the
perpetrator enter. This suggested that the intruder as someone he is familiar
with and trusted enough that Tihn was unaware of any danger.

Second clue: Che-rán was trying to contact her girlfriend, and the last place
they saw her was at the Central Bureau of Investigation. The officer who
saw her admitted that she had spoken to her and after asking about her Tul
bad left. Not finding her, she had surely decided to go to the lieutenant's
house, where she could find something that made her disappear with Tihn.

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"There were fingerprints on the handle of the front door of the house that
did not belong to Mr. Tihn or the lieutenant, the evidence unit reported on
another important piece of evidence they had just discovered. They also
compared the fingerprints to those of the suspect who was directly related
to the homeowner. The fingerprints we found match those on the lamp
holder. The perpetrator is the same person who attacked Captain Dan.

“You're sure?”

“Of course. Mr. Kawin was here.”

This confirmation from the testing officer surprised Lieutenant Tul. All this
time, she doubted her instincts, which told her that the perpetrator couldn't
be her brother's old friend. There was a lot of evidence around her,
including the investigation of Captain Dan, who pressured Kawin to
confess, making Tul completely reluctant to believe it. But in the end... The
situation that happened was very bad, everything was different than
expected.

Kawin was the person who attacked Captain Dan and was seriously injured
before escaping capture. Although police were unable to arrest him and his
whereabouts were unknown, Kawin had apparently gone to her house. For
some reason, whether P'Tihn knew something or Kawin sought help from
his old friend, Che-ran was taken with him.

If something happened to the two of them, Tul would never forgive him.

"Lieutenant, we have a witness report that a man in a raincoat was seen

taking someone out of the house and putting him into a car,"

An investigator ran in with a worried expression, causing Tul to stand up

agitated.

“What kind of car? What about registration?”

“Black Mercedes-Benz. The witness forgot his license plate..”

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“Are there any houses near here with closed-circuit television cameras?
They could have caught the suspect as he was leaving,"

Lieutenant Jew suggested as another possible clue to tracking the

perpetrator's movements. Tul nodded and wiped her tears with her sleeve.
At least when she can barely make a decision, she still had Jew to support
her.

“The grocery store in front. I know him, let's ask him.”

It had been more than an hour since Lieutenant Tul found out that her
brother and her girlfriend had disappeared from their home. The traces left
behind indicated that the two might be in danger, preventing her from
waiting any longer. The grocery store across the street, where Tul often
stopped to buy snacks and drinks, provided another important source of
clues. The store owner was very surprised when he discovered that
something bad had happened to the two brothers he knew well.

“This CCTV camera captures the front of the store, which faces the street. I
don't know if it can be useful or not.”

At least it's better than no evidence at all. The two policewomen asked to
see CCTV footage of The last time Che-ran contacted Lieutenant Tul before
she disappeared. The camera angle captured the fence of the brothers house,
but the distance was so great that the people seemed as small as ants.

The digital time in the lower right corner showed 18:56. The alley was
practically quiet, the surrounding houses were closed and no one was
passing by. A red Japanese car was seen and stopped in front of Tul's house.
Watching the video, unable to do anything to help her loved ones, Tul felt
something squeezing her heart tightly. She held back sobs when she saw
Che-rån get out of the car.

The doctor walked back and forth in front of the house as if trying to
contact a loved one, but no one answered the phone, until... she decided to
open the fence and walk to an area where the CCTV cameras couldn't see.
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“Dr. Ran entered the house around 7 pm, indicating that the person who
opened the door was probably P'Tinn or…”

Tul tried not to think pessimistically, wondering what had happened to

P'Tihn that he couldn't call to tell her or even warn Che ran not to enter the
house where the murder suspect was hiding. Since the signs of struggle
were almost undetectable, except for P'Tihn's phone with the broken screen,
she could still hope that the phone was probably safe. It was possible that
P'Tihn had been threatened or knocked unconscious to prevent him from
taking any action.

Lieutenant Jew fast-forwarded the video, which showed no further

movement after Che-rán entered the house. More than twenty minutes later,
the sky gradually darkened to a deep blue color and the street lights began
to illuminate the area. The screen then showed a man dressed in a raincoat
and a hood covering his face carrying an unconscious person out of the
house. Although she couldn't see clearly, Tul clearly remembered the
clothes her brother wore in the morning before going to work.

He picked up Tihn and put him in the parked car before returning to the
house. Within seconds of seeing her brother in the video, Lieutenant Tul
clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into the flesh of her palms.
Tinn's head bowed, his neck bent, and her feet dragged on the floor. It was
possible that he had simply lost consciousness as initially thought but from
the distance of the CCTV camera, she could not say what happened to him.

The perpetrator, who displayed extraordinary strength, had dragged the

body of a man weighing more than 80 kg and was able to defeat a man
more than 180 cm tail, as if he were only carrying a doll. Tul raised her
hand to rub her itchy eyes, unable to imagine... While she was here,
watching videos of what happened to the people she loved she could only
think about what could happen to them.

Shortly after, the man appeared again, wearing a raincoat even though it had
not rained yet. He appeared carrying the limp body of a young woman, just
like P'Tihn, who appeared unconscious. Che ran's arms hung over his
shoulders, her slender figure was transported in a black Mercedes-Benz,
which witnesses witnessed before the perpetrator sped away.

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“Send the file to Phu to refine the image and identify the license plate to see
if it matches Kawin's car.”

Tul ordered, with her voice trying to suppress her emotions. Since the Benz
left until now, more than three hours had passed, without anyone knowing
where P'Tihn and Che-rån were and what had happened to them.

“Now I have ordered the deployment of checkpoints in various parts of

Bangkok. If Kawin's black Benz is ever seen, we will be notified
immediately,"

Jew explained in the part she had driven before. The investigation team
worked tirelessly, patrolling the streets, looking for suspects, but so far no
agent had found the car or the people. The Police Headquarters
investigation unit had released the identity of the missing person so that the
public could help as eyes and ears. If anyone saw the two of them
somewhere after it was confirmed that they were involved in the kidnapping
case of a murder suspect, they were to report it immediately.

Around 11:00p.m., Inspector Pichet went to the scene to receive the two
police officers. At that moment, Tul was about to leave the house when she
realized that she could no longer stay calm.

“Lieutenant... Lieutenant, you must rest. Leave it to the team and the local
police.”

“Okay, inspector. I can still help find them. I think I'll try to go…”

“It's not about needing someone to help. The victim is a family member,
according to the rules, that is inappropriate,"

The inspector reprimanded. Currently, many incidents were occurring, one

of which was Captain Dan, who was seriously injured and still unconscious.
If he freed Lieutenant Tul to track down the culprit, how could she control
her emotions and not put herself in danger?

“Will Inspector continue to develop regulations at this time? If the

inspector's family were missing, would you remain silent?”

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As he assumed, the lieutenant would respond with anger. The senior man
only sighed. This was t00 much to handle. The next day, if the situation had
not been resolved, news would spread quickly, proving that the police were
incompetent. Meanwhile, the murderer was still at large and two people had
been kidnapped.

"Lieutenant, about an hour ago we found a black Mercedes with license

plate KK 455, Bangkok, traveling on the toll road along Jalan Sri
Ayutthaya,"

Agents from the investigation unit came to report the news, interrupting
their conversation. Tul immediately took the keys to her car and stopped in
front of the inspector to ask permission from the person in charge of giving
the orders.

“If something happens, notify the investigation team immediately. Don't

make random decisions.”

When he learned that she would not listen if she was told not to, Inspector
Pichet issued a warning rather than preventing her from leaving her own
home. An investigation team was deployed to all areas of the toll road and
took photographs of Kawin's car around 9 pm, meaning that almost 3 or 4
hours had passed since Tihn and Che-ran were kidnapped. There had been
no contact from the criminal who might want some exchange in exchange
for the safety of the two hostages.

Thunder roared as if to announce and intimidate, letting everyone know that

rain would soon fall. The sky darkened with low hanging gray clouds,
Lieutenant Tul's SUV drove down the SiRat toll road, passing several police
cars with flashing red and blue lights, clearly visible at night.

“Phi... Can I ask you something?”

Jew quickly jumped into her superior's car, not wanting to leave her
wandering alone. As they passed the towering skyscrapers, taking turns
heading towards the car, a worry came to mind.

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“If it tums out that Kawin was the perpetrator, does that mean that he was
the one who hit me at that time?”

Jew raised her hand and rubbed the back of her neck, as if she suddenly felt
bad. She could end up like the critical Captain Dan. But luckily not, they
only gave her seven stitches and she was in a cast for a week.

“At that moment they tied your wrists with a rope behind your back, like
the other victims.”

"Shouldn't I be grateful that she didn't destroy my beautiful face?"

The tall woman spoke naturally. When she thought of being the murdered
victim, she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

“But I don't think you're like other victims. I mean... You wouldn't be the
target. Maybe the perpetrator knew that we were going to investigate the
case 18 years ago and he came to give a warning.”

“And now did you know that? As for where we went, we didn't tell anyone
at the time. Not even the inspector knew.”

For the same reason Jew thought, no one knew they would meet the victim's
younger brother several years ago. At that time, she suspected Mr. Witoon,
whom he did not see befare finding the injured Jew, But he had strong
evidence confirming his existence at that time.

The rain fell so hard that the driver had to press the windshield wipers to
sweep away the water droplets that were obstructing the view from the
windshield. Suddenly, a report came in that the gas station's CCTV camera
captured a black Mercedes with the license plate of the car they were
looking for, passing by the gas station about ten minutes. after the car left
the toll road.

Lieutenant Tul accelerated her car and immediately drove down the road at
high speed to reach the scarch boundary. Initially it is suspected that the
perpetrator could be hiding in the area because it would not be easy to leave
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province. Or if he wanted to avoid checkpoints, why choose a risky

highway route where it would be easier to catch him?

Tul hit her lip as she forgot something, In the past, the killer avoided CCTV
cameras and never left any trace or evidence that could point to himself. It
was as if he had been very careful until that moment, except when he stood
still in front of the camera, as if he were challenging the police.

But this time, he had tell behind a lot of evidence. Was it because he was in
trouble or had never studied the area before? Until she realized that there
was a grocery store on the corner of the alley, which had CCTV to capture
images in front of the house where the incident occurred. And she still wore
a raincoat even though it wasn't raining yet to hide from others?

The fact that he was driving on the highway at a time when there was no
traffic suggested that he knew he was taking a risk. Before entering the
turnpike, he would face the possibility of being stopped by a toll agent and
having to pay a toll, even if he could pass through the special lane. Even
with EASY PASS, police could still photograph and record vehicles for
identification.

If so, did that mean that the perpetrator intentionally ordered the police to
search for him until he was found, or diverted the police from the path he
intended to take?

Lieutenant Tul went to the place where the aggressor's car was seen passing
by. Several police cars passed each other while asking local police stations
for cooperation to help search for him as well

"It's very strange,"

Said the Jew again. As the car moved along the night road, her eyes kept
looking around in case they saw the person they were looking for.

“If I were a criminal and the police were looking for me, I would run out of
the country while still had the chance... Well, it's not that it's a good

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solution, but being a rich person has a greater chance than other people of
fleeing from this country..”

“Perhaps, his tendency to plan and achieve success suggests that... there is
someone else he wants to kill.”

Tul tried to speculate what the perpetrator wanted, but this only made her
more aware of the danger she could put her brother and her girlfriend in
danger, similar to what Jew had experienced. Sometimes, when there were
thick thorns blocking the path, they may need to be removed to be free....
Tihn may have known something about his old friend. And Che-ran, she
also had information about the culprit that she wanted to convey to her, but
she was not at home.

The hand holding the steering wheel accidentally clenched so tightly that
the tips of her fingers turned white. However, how could he want to commit
a crime when the police were chasing nim? Or maybe he took the two of
them somewhere to divert the attention of the police, while he used that
time to look for his next victim?

Suddenly, the steering wheel turned completely to the right, causing the
passenger sitting next to her to flinch.

“Phi, where are we going?”

Lieutenant Tul did not respond, she simply accelerated the car again. She
almost let herself be fooled but prayed that what she is thinking now was
true.

The roar of thunder drowned out the sound of breathing of someone who
was lying weakly on the ground. He was writhing in pain because his
tongue had been cut out. The smell of blood mixed with the saliva around
his mouth, and this was the worst pain she had ever experienced before. The
sound of footsteps creaking on the dirty floor was heard again.

He prayed in vain that someone would come to help him in time. Because,
even though he heard the sound of police car sirens mixed with the sound of
raindrops hitting the ground, he felt very far away, as if taunting him with

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the idea that he would meet his end alone, at the hands of someone who was
once trustworthy.

"There's no one here, believe me,"

He said in an icy voice. Frightened eyes widened as s

he noticed the enormous hammer head in the villain's hand. As much as he
wanted to scream for help, he couldn't. When there was no longer a tongue
to make a sound, how could he shout for anyone to hear?

“What do you think, friend?”

The only thing that was heard was a deafening sound, tears flowing,
staining the face mixed with blood. The criminal dropped his hammer to the
ground and then picked up a knife that was covered in blood because it had
been used to cut out his tongue. He pulled it out of his raincoat, as if to
continue where he had left off.

“I'm sorry that you have to be last but I do it because you know too much.”

His eyes looked at the sharp blade pressed against his cheek, unable to
move as the immense force squeezed his face and held him firmly. If he
could still speak, he would probably beg for his life. But at that moment, his
screams only sounded like the howls of a dying animal.

“But I do not regret.”

His voice was devoid of sympathy, as a human should be. The tip of the
sharp knife cut his friend's lip extending to his ear. Then he cut it again, as
if he were cutting cardboard. The flesh was tom according to the desire of
his heart. The body of the person who suffered, struggled with difficulty,
His eyes widened and his consciousness slowly faded away.

The back door of the bakery was opened with all their strength by two
female police officers who forced their way in. They agreed not to turn on
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endangering the hostages. They gripped their weapons tightly, preparing for
a possible confrontation. The tense silence, with no sign of anyone's
presence, made Tul feel like she was running out of air to breathe. She was
afraid that her thoughts were wrong.

Jew offered to look in front of the store, in case the found any traces, while
Lieutenant Tul went up to the second floor. Only her, her employees, and
her own brother were allowed up to the second floor, so she decided to look
up. With every step, Tul was careful to make as little noise as possible. The
commercial building that her brother rented every month had two floors.
The second floor was designed for employees, equipped with bathrooms,
changing rooms and lunch tables.

Lieutenant Tul's shoulders sagged when there was no sign of anyone there.
A flash of lightning illuminated the large window for a split second, and at
that moment, Tul saw something small, smaller than a one baht coin,
shining on the ground. It is a leaf pendant.

"Ran... Ran!"

Lieutenant Tul shouted, competing with the sound of thunder and rain
hitting the roof and windows. Eyes that were getting used to the darkness
continued scorching for Che rán. She opened all the doors to search all the
rooms, but she couldn't find her. However, there was still one place...the
ceiling.

Since his brother opened the bakery, he had been renovating the roof to
prevent rain from cracking to the second floor. Furthermore, no one was
allowed on the roof. Tul ran up the stairs two at a time. The iron door on the
roof, which was padlocked before, was slightly open, but there was still an
iron chain coiled there.

“Ran! Che-ran.”

The storm roared so loudly that Tul could barely hear herself. She struggled
with the chains, which seemed designed only to slow her down. As soon as
the chain fell to the ground, she kicked open the heavy iron door. Che-ran
lay motionless on the floor of the roof, alone.

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“Ran!”

Tul ran towards her, knelt next to her and dropped her weapon, forgetting to
be careful. if the culprit was still there, she didn't care. Che-ran was not tied
up like the other victims. She was lying on her back, with no visible
wounds or blood, apparently unconscious.

“Ran... Ran, wake up.”

Tul screamed with a trembling voice, felt the pulse in Che-ran's throat and
verified that she was still alive. Before her palm moved to caress her cold
cheek, the raindrops wet and clinging to her pale white face. Tul buried her
face in her small shoulder, desperately murmuring the name of her lover.

“P…Phi...You…”

A light moan almost drowned out by the noise around her made Tul look up
fearing that she had heard wrong, but what she saw made her smile. Che-
ran came to her senses, she weakly tried to open her eyes, her pale lips
trembled.

“It's me, it's okay. You are fine now.”

Tul let her tears flow uncontrollably, relieved that her lover was safe. At the
same time, Lieutenant Jew ran to the roof to see what was happening after
hearing loud banging on the iron door. Jew hurriedly called an ambulance
as soon as she saw the unconscious Ran, not forgetting to tell the
investigation team that they had found one of the kidnapped people.

Che-rán closed her eyes again while waiting for the ambulance. Tul took off
her jacket and wrapped it around her lover, holding both sides of her cold
hands, refusing to move away from her. Shortly afterward the medical
rescue team arrived. A team of investigators that Lieutenant Jew had called
in also went to examine the crime scene at the bakery.

Professor Rakkit arrived after receiving the good news that his daughter had
been found. As a father, he cried when he saw Che ran lying on the
stretcher, with a soft neck brace supporting her. Although initial evaluations

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showed he was conscious, the scene still broke his heart. After losing his
beloved wife, now his beloved daughter was also suffering damage.

Lieutenant Tul approached the retiree to apologize for what happened.

However, Professor Rakkit instead lowered his head in gratitude, causing
Tul to immediately support him to hold him upright. An ambulance took
Che-rán and only Professor Rakkit accompanied his daughter.

Tul stayed where she was, no matter how much she wanted to follow them,
because there was still a problem to solve. Since no one had found P'Tinn or
Kawin yet, and they were not there, only Che-ran was left, it seemed that
she was not the perpetrator's main target. If their suspicions were correct,
whatever the reason or motive, the fact that Tihn was not found there could
be a dangerous sign, indicating that the culprit was still holding him
captive.

Tul ran back to his own car without calling Lieutenant Jew, who was still
busy directing the investigation team to check the bakery. The van left the
main road and headed towards another place she had in mind.

High school security guard Kasen Anusorn reported that since he began his
night shift he had not allowed anyone onto the school grounds. He had
carried out his duties until 1 in the morning without finding anyone
suspicious. Lieutenant Tul returned to her car when the rain that had just
stopped began to fall hard again. So far, police officers patrolling the search
area had not found the black Mercedes with which
Kawin escaped. Since the last sighting recorded by a CCTV camera near
the petrol station, between 1 and 2 hours had passed. The suspect could be
hiding somewhere without driving his car onto the road. It would be almost
impossible for him to avoid the checkpoints and the numerous police cars
roaming around the city.

Tul crossed her brother's old school off the list, trying to recall her
childhood memories to think of other places the two often visited together..
And Tul remembered it. Although the image was not very clear and was so
vague that he doubted it had ever happened. There was a place she had
visited with his brother, with Kawin also present: the fast food restaurant,

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game centers and claw machines. It was a shopping center not far from
P'Tihn School.

At that time, the news was so big that everyone remembered the incident. A
tragic electrical short circuit caused the fire to spread rapidly. Structurally
weak buildings designed to reduce construction costs collapse easily. There
were 10 deaths and almost 100 people were injured. The local population
was in chaos and the stingy mall owner was sued and declared bankrupt.

Today, although some parts of the building had been demolished, much of
the building still remained after many years. The building was abandoned
and became a meeting place for young people who invaded private
property. Sometimes someone was injured while climbing through the
rubble, but no one would be held responsible. Tul could only hope she was
right again. She immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove on the
night road.

A shopping center that used to be a popular tourist attraction for people

from the surrounding area, until an unexpected incident accurred that
caused it to close. Authorities installed a tall galvanized fence to block the
front area, preventing anyone from entering, and written prohibition signs
were posted. Tul drove her car and turned into a small alley, turning to find
a way to enter the deserted shopping center,

The narrow alley behind is lined with uninhabited buildings. Cars could
barely pass, leaving only a path for pedestrians. Walking there required a lot
of courage, because the alley was dark and narrow, only the car headlights
provided visibility. The main path, washed clean by rainwater, led to a
grassy area devoid of living creatures, in front of an imposing five-story
building.

If she had never visited this abandoned mail during her childhood, Tul
would not have been able to imagine the vibrant scene of the past, The
dilapidated building looked nothing like its former counterpart. But it could
still attract the adventurous soul to hunt ghosts. And what stopped the
young lieutenant from turning around to return was that she saw a car
parked before her arrival. Her heart was beating so hard it almost fell out of
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immediately got out of the car and grabbed her personal pistol. Her other
hand held a small flashlight that shone forward.

It was the Mercedes-Benz car, license plate KK 455, Bangkok

Obviously she wasn't wrong, they were there. The lieutenant checked the
car, looked out the window, but saw no one. She immediately contacted
patrol officers, including her investigative team, to inform them that the car
used by The perpetrator to get away had finally been found.

Tul craned her neck to look at the five-story building right in front of her.
The dim light from the surrounding buildings could barely illuminate it.
Since there was no sign of the rain stopping, Tul only had a few options:
retreat to wait in the car or go inside to search. The suspicion remained that
someone was hiding inside the ruined building, perhaps hoping that her
brother was inside with his old friend, who needed help.
However, at that moment, Tul saw something that prompted her to decide to
rush in without waiting for help.

In the darkness of the third floor of the building, a small light appeared,
similar to a flashlight shining from the frame of an empty window. The
Bashing light flashed in short, long, short intervals three times, which was a
call for help in Morse code.
It was probably P'Tihn or someone who saw the headlights of her car when
she stopped and parked. Her instincts moved faster than her thoughts. She
immediately entered the dilapidated building, where time had taken its toll.
The flashlight illuminated her path, revealing the fragments of tile
crunching under her shoes. Graffiti decorates the walls, evidence that youth
leaves its mark. Weeds grew in the cracks in the floor and pools of water
collected on the collapsed root, forming wide holes that trapped raindrops..

The stairs from the back door of the building took Tul to the third floor. The
humid air had difficulty circulating, causing Tul to breathe rather shallowly.
Her mouth closed around her gun, ready in case something unexpected
happened. The lanterns spread out, Illuminating all directions. Her eyes
adjusted until she could see that the condition of the building in front of her
was getting worse.

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In the center of the mall was a mezzanine with escalators on both sides.
Moonlight streamed from the hole in the roof so she could see the raindrops
falling. Tul advariced slowly and cautiously, keeping her eyes around her
for any movement around her. Footsteps could be heard with every step,
echoing in the silence. There were no signs that anyone was calling for
help.

Small beads of sweat dripped down the sides of her temples. Just as she was
considering whether she should return or not, the sky sucidenly lit up,
followed by the loud sound of thunder that shook the building. But that
wasn't what made Tul's heart beat faster. Her flashlight illuminated the place
where there was a person lying face down in a pool of blood, of course,
motionless on the ground. Tul's eyes trembled, not wanting to believe what
she saw. She felt as if the air had been stolen from her lungs. Her lips
trembled silently, even though she desperately wanted to call out to the
person lying there.

“P….P'Tihn…”

Tihn had not been as lucky as Che-rán, his life was not saved.
Tul approached the body of the man who was lying face down in a pool of
blood, emitting a fishy smell that pierced her nose, her legs were weak and
it was difficult for her to take a step. Both of her knees fell to the ground,
feeling heartbroken at not being able to save her brother in time. Both of
P'Tihn's wrists Died to his back with a piece of crude rope, clearly the work
of the assassin who brought him here.

“P'Tihn, P… “

Tul grabbed his cold forearm, using force to turn his weak body until he
was lying on his back. His face was covered in blood and he had long
lacerations on both corners of his mouth. His head exploded until skull split
open. His eyes widened in extreme fear before he died. Although more than
half of his face was destroyed, Tul could still see who this person was. The
open wound on his jaw was quite wide, but the man in front of him was the
person the police were chasing throughout the city. That man was Kawin...
Not Tihn.

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The sound of footsteps hitting the ground came from behind her. Tul
immediately became alert and took her gun to aim at the source of the
sound. Her hands were shaking so much that she wasn't sure she could fight
that person. The previous panic had not been answered as to why it was
Kawin who was lying lifeless on the ground in P'Tinn's clothes....

And the sudden appearance of a man in front of her increased Tul's

confusion, to the point that she could hardly find her voice.

"P'Tihn?" What happened?”

His brother's face was hidden in the darkness, so he couldn't see what his
facial expression or eyes were like.

“Phi, are you hurt? Where are you hurt Phi?”

No response came out of her brother's mouth. He came out and stood where
the moonlight shone through the hollow celling of the roof. Tul looked at
the blood-stained trench coat that his brother was wearing. In his left hand
he held a flashlight, as if to say that he was the one who sent the help signal.

“Phi... How could this happen? Who brought you here and why…”

P'Tihn had the same eyes as his father, just like her own, but the look with
which he now looked at his little sister was different from before. The
warmth and kindness that normally filled her gaze had disappeared. The
face she was always smiling at that moment she couldn't tell how she felt.
Was he happy, sad, disappointed? In decades of living together, this was the
first time that Tul doubted the man in front of her... It was not the P'Tihn
that Tul knew. It was as if someone was imitating him, copying his face, but
forgetting to imitate his brother's personality

“Tulle, everything is as you see.”

“What do you mean?”

The question came from the mouth of a naive person, no different from an
elementary school child who didn't want to believe anything. Although

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everything was clear, the police still couldn't believe what she saw. He
denied the truth to her and waited for the real killer to appear.

“I've been waiting a long time for the opportunity to talk to you.”

"What is Phi talking about? No... How can you do this? No... It wasn't you,
was it?”

Tul was still on her knees like an idiot trying to piece in together the whole
story, but her head was blank, unable to find any cause and effect that
connected all these events, Her eyes were fixed on the lifeless body of
Kawin, the man who was identified as a murder suspect and who was the
victim of this own crime.

"This is your brother,”

Tihn replied dryly. As usual, there was no hint of hidden humor in his voice.
The wet raindrops touched his skin, the smell of blood lingering on the tip
of his face clearly reminded Tul that everything had really happened. This is
not a dream.

“It can't be P'Thin... Why are you doing this?”

Tul pushed that fact aside, looking for reasons to support her own thoughts,
while his brother remained Impassive. Tihn walked slowly, his steps
pointing to the right, near the edge of the muddy ground, as if he didn't care
whether or not he would get wet in the rain.

“Do you remember... the family that died due to financial problems?”

Tul remembered what his brother had said. The tragedy of the relatives who
died began with his father's financial problems. He lost his job and the
company sued him for alleged involvement in embezzlement. To cover up
his nephew's bad behavior when fleeing the country, he had to assume the
entire debt, He sold cars, mortgaged houses and horrowed money, but the
money was never enough to sustain him. The head of the family, desperate,
murdered his wife and his two children before committing suicide. Another

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clue that Tul almost forgot... The boy and girl who died tragically were
regular customers at the P'Tihn bakery.

“A poor person, a person who does not have food, will never be able to
open his eyes and mouth under current social conditions. Do you know
what she went through before her father decided that? He was sued, he
didn't have the money to hire a lawyer to take on this case, driving Grab
alone wasn't enough to support his family, and he still had to pay debts that
even if he works until he's old, he'll never will be able to pay off.”

The entire time he spoke, Tihn stared at the falling rain, still remembering
the bright voice of the girl he never heard from again. The two children's
expressions seemed sad when they
discovered that they couldn't choose as many snacks as they wanted.

“Even to buy sandwiches, they can only afford one piece because their
father doesn't have the money to pay for it.”

Tihn simply laughed as he smiled pathetically.

“But do you remember.... what your friend said?”

His sharp eyes flickered and he turned to his sister, a cold look in his eyes
that Tul had never seen before in his good brother.

"The cakes at P'Tihn's shop are very cheap compared to other places,”

Tihn said, imitating Jew's voice at that moment.

“Your friend is the daughter of a rich man. A cake that costs five baht and
ten baht will not make her poor. But, did you know that a cake of that
price... Is a lot for a family that doesn't have the money to pay for it?”

Tul could hardly believe her ears. Among the hundreds, thousands or even
millions of motives of all the perpetrators she questioned, the man in front
of her recounted the reason why he attacked the Jew.

"I told you that night that I would investigate this case with Jew,"

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Tul whispered, as brief memories of that same night came back to her.

“About your friend, I just wanted to teach her a lesson, and it wasn't
because you were secretly investigating an old case. Sorry for taking your
assumptions too far.”

At that moment Tul could only pray that her brother would laugh and say it
was just a joke. But that didn't happen... and it would never happen..... The
man in front of him was not his brother, nor P'Tihn, who was kind to
everyone. She hoped
this was just a bad dream so she could wake up one day.

"I'm glad you know what i wanted to convey through the corpses,"

P'Tihn said as he walked around his friend's corpse, before heading towards
a large pole covered in intricate graffiti designs. With his hands covered in
dried blood, he leaned against the cement, proud to know that the
investigation team was focused on his secret messages, which were clearly
visible on each corpse.

“Did you know that I was afraid of being discovered before finishing... But
no effort was wasted in the planning. Every goal I wanted to achieve has
been achieved.”

"You couldn't do all this alone!"

Tul forced herself not to tremble. But her tears tell from disappointment and
heartbreak. The image of her brother in front of her was not clear, her figure
was blurred, as if he was looking through a fogged glass.

“You're right. I couldn't do it alone if I didn't first learn what those people
like, where they go, when they are alone, I won't benefit from it,"

Tihn spoke calmly, as if he was teaching his little sister,

“Kuljira's father was very strict with her from the moment he ran over her
cripple. Her father controlled and monitored every movement, every step,

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as if he were a criminal, for two years. You must be wondering why there
was no trace of contact with anyone.”

Tihn smiled with satisfaction on his cold face.

“Because she didn't want her father to know that she was secretly dating a
boy. She snuck out of the condo herself, careful not to be caught on camera
because she knew her father would call her when she disappeared. I just
drove and waited to take it, without any effort,"

He said proudly, as if he had just created a work of art.

“And the director liked to soak in the massage parlor bathtub for a long
time. I know very well that those old massage parlors, no matter how many
years pass, continue to operate the same way. The parking lots do not need
to be renovated and there are no guards, there is no security system. His old
car was also very easy to break into.”

Tul felt very disappointed at that moment. She couldn't have anticipated
something as sudden as this. She lowered her head to look at the dirty floor,
not at her brother's face.

“Even if you didn't ask me if he ever taught at my old school, I would tell
you.”

“Why can you slander Kawin so easily?”

“That is wrong, I didn't... I just went with the flow and things will get
easier.”

Tihn shrugged and looked at the corpse of his former friend who died
painfully in his hands. Although he couldn't speak because he had cut out
his tongue, he could still ask for empathy, something he had never given
anyone.

“And regarding Deputy Chutikarn's involvement in buying and selling

Kawin's dad's votes, did you really intend to do that!”

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This was the first time since the two brothers began their conversation
together that Tul asked his brother a question. Her hands were clenched so
tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms.

“I just took advantage of it. What would happen if the police decided to
suspect someone involved with the three victims? And then it really
happened. The police chased and arrested Win... Except for one person who
almost foiled my plan.”

P'Tihn's eyes changed for a moment almost like those of the older brother
he had known all his life.

“Your girlfriend.”

“Why Ran?”

Tul's voice was hoarse and her heart was pounding.

“Your girlfriend came home to see you as if she had something to tell you,
but Kawin was there at the time... Kawin came to see me and said he
remembered the movie camera he lent me. But after we went a trip together,
the camera stayed in my bag. When I went to hire a prostitute, they stole my
wallet, watch and film camera… He remembered that the film-camera and
the old shoes that I had had given away came to the house to prove that I
was the one who did all this.”

Tihn smiled until the muscles in his face twitched at the thought of how
much trouble wasting his time had caused him,

“But I managed to overcome it so far had the intention of facing him as the
last victim because I didn't expect him to come to see me... But your
girlfriend came home. Kawin was the one who opened the door, but when
he found out who was coming, he dragged your girlfriend.”

Tul breathed deeply in this humid place filled with the fishy smell of blood.
The pronouns of the people closest to her also changed for P'Tihn, both Jew
and Che-rån. It was as if he had never been around, he had never spoken to

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any of them with a sweet smile. Everything turns out to be false, Tul
couldn't take it anymore.

“I forbade him from doing anything to your girlfriend, pretending to be a

good brother who was threatened by a murderer in his own home. But she
was smart, she bit his hand until Kawin had to let go... I'm sorry, because
she ran towards me, but I was curious, how would you react if you knew
her girlfriend's condition now?”

Until now, Tul had not been able to overcome the reality of what had
happened. But she didn't deny it either. It she hadn't helped Che-rån first,
she doesn't know how she could have hurt the man in front of him?

“I just put your girlfriend to sleep. She's not dead. She was much lighter
than your friend who was the politician's daughter, I guess she was still
thinking about you, so I took her somewhere else.”

“I helped Ran before coming here.”

P'Tihn raised his eyebrows, a quietly impressed expression on his face. His
older brother walked directly towards his younger sister, who almost 7
years younger than him. A baby born in the middle of a breakup between
his father and his mother. Tihn was innocent enough to understand the
meaning of the phrases his parents raised and shouted when they argued. He
knew that his little sister didn't receive love from his father or even his
mother, This meant that he was still number one, a kid whose parents were
proud. Then, Tihn performed his duties as his elder brother dist. He helped
raise his little sister until she was grown. My brother was very sweet. He
helped my mother take care of her sister every day.

Tihn willingly accepted the praise from the mouth of an adult. As the days
go by, he learned more and more how he should behave, how to win the
hearts of many people, even his father, who has almost never returned since
his daughter was born. Because Tech is more satisfied with just one child.

“18 years ago, dad helped you... right? Dad caught the wrong person to help
you.”

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Tul forced herself not to sink into the cement floor. But when Tul tried to
look at her brother for a moment, she saw a look of extreme pain in his
eyes, as if P'Tihn had been provoked by the question.

“Do you think... dad loves us that mach?”

Tihn just laughed bitterly, as if he had heard a dark joke.

“Even if it was his own son, if he knew what I did, there is no way he
would let me go free. My father wanted a promotion more than anything,
more than his own wife... Or no, if he didn't send me to prison, it wasn't
because he wanted to cover up his son's mistakes... but because he feared
that it would reflect badly on him and could cost him his job; Dad never
cared about anyone but himself.”

Little by little the sound of police car sirens approaching the building was
heard. The investigation team that Tul initially called had arrived at the
scene. Tihn looked away at the voice he heard. Without moving, without
going anywhere, without thinking about running away, without attacking
the important witness who was still sitting on the ground, not far from the
body of his former friend.

“I'm glad you followed me here. You're not like my father. You are not
afraid of imprisoning your own brother,”

Tul could no longer hold back her tears, she sobbed uncontrollably, Her
brother knelt in front of her and lowered his palms to her trembling
shoulders. Tul didn't let go, she just wanted to feel her brother comfort her
like always, even though her heart was broken and she wouldn't be the same
as before in the near future.

“The women you killed... one of them was Ran's mother... Why did you kill
her? Because you did?!”

Tul screamed loudly and tears ran down her cheeks. Tihn relaxed his breath
and remembered what he had done.

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“I made a mistake, He made me stop because something was wrong and I

realized that the woman was not my target. But I had already done it, so I
had to finish it.”

It was not a feeling that arose from regret, but rather from disappointment at
having killed the wrong person. He didn't feel guilty about taking
sorvenne's life. Tul grabbed the blood-stained sleeve of her raincoat and
held it tightly. Those eyes filled with anger even though they were filled
with tears as she looked at her brother for the first time in a long time.

“Why did you kill her? Ran's mother...why didn't you let her go?!”

Her voice trembled uncontrollably, arguing pointlessly like a child. She

couldn't go back in time to fix anything. He couldn't... stop her brother from
going out and killing people.

“I only found out when you brought your girlfriend home…”

Tihn watched the person collapse in front of him, his sleeves held by his
sisters on either side. As if she wanted to shake him but she didn't have the
strength to do sa

“Why did you do this? Because you did…”

“What do you know? At that time you were still a little girl... One day when
mom went to work, I followed her because I wanted to know what work she
did late at night. Was she like what people said? And it turned out to be
correct.”

His voice was full of hate.

“She was sold to other people. Until she finally married a Spaniard. Has she
ever thought about seeing her children again? How many years have
passed? What do you know about her?”

A truth that a child has heard from an adult, at an age when she does not
fully understand it. The boy never felt sad when his father left because he
never loved him, just as his father never loved him. And on the day when

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her mother never returned, Tul still had an older brother to comfort her,
someone who was both a father, a friend, everything in the girl's life, even
until now, when the whole world fell apart in the night in the morning

The footsteps of a large group of people ran up the stairs. The rain that was
falling had begun to subside. Dozens of police officers shouted loudly,
ordering the criminal to stop and not move. Everyone was shocked to see
the state of the body of the suspect who was being searched by the
authorities..

Kawin Kalavanich ended his life as a definitive victim, not as a murderer,

Tihn Techakomol surrendered at the scene and the person who handcuffed
him was his own younger sister.

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④⓪

ғᴏʀᴛʏ
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The brutal serial killer who was actually the son of police officer Big Tech
has finally been arrested! He admitted to committing the crime 18 years
ago.

At 2:24 a.m., police officers arrested Mr. Tihn Techakomol at the scene and
found the body of Mr. Kawin Kalavanich dead in a pool of blood. He was
hit on the head with a hard object until his skull cracked. They cut both his
cheeks from his mouth to his ears, his face was smashed, and his tongue
was cut off (the parts have not been found). Mr. Tihn admitted to being the
person who killed the four victims alone (Ms. Kuijira Chotianan, Mr.
Kanok Sappawat, Ms. Chutikarn Panjasap and the last victim, Mr. Kawin
Kalavanich) by revealing the motive, the perpetrator said he was disgusted
by social conditions that only benefited the rich, and the law was still
unable to prosecute these people. Police investigators found items believed
to be weapons, including a short-handled steel hammer and a Ka-bar knife.

Another information that cannot be confirmed is that the police have

clarified that an immediate Investigation is needed to uncover other truths.
Mr. Tihn further admitted that he was the one who carried out the murders
of seven prostitutes in 1998 before stopping because the final victim was
not the intended target. His motivation arose from a deep hatred towards his
mother for abandoning him to become a prostitute, marry a foreigner, and
move to her new husband's country, losing contact with her to this day.

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Initially, journalists learned that this brutal killer was the son of police
commander Tech Techakomol, commander of the Central Bureau of
Investigation, who was also in charge of the case 18 years ago. The public
is currently wondering whether he deliberately arrested an innocent person,
Mr. Wisut Saengkhao, to protect his son. So far there has been no
information from the commander of the Technical Police.

The body of Mr. Kawin Kalavanich was sent to the forensic institute for
autopsy. Amidst the commotion police officers had previously issued an
arrest warrant, only to discover that he was one of the real killer's victims.
Dr Che-rán Chanthanasathien, who was kidnapped by the killer last night,
suffered minor injuries and was sent to the hospital for treatment.

Police Lieutenant Colonel Tul Techakomol, Deputy Inspector of the

Criminal Investigation Division and the first officer to arrive at the scene,
also refused to be interviewed by journalists. Previously, there was
controversy over why the daughter of a senior police officer was allowed to
perform her duties, considering that Big Tech had failed in its duties in
helping his son, resulting in the brutal deaths of 11 people in the hands of
murderers for almost two decades.

That same morning, Tihn Techakomol would be taken to the Central

Investigation Bureau to investigate the crime scene. The media gathered in
front of the main building, not wanting to miss the big news that the entire
country was following. In addition to journalists from various institutions,
hundreds of people gathered shouting for the death penalty.
Not only the victim's family was affected. For several months now, people
lived in fear every time there was a storm. Not to mention the rioters, who
looked like munderers and chased people on rainy nights, causing them
injuries. This was caused by a viral video on the internet showing a man in
a raincoat staring defiantly at a CCTV camera.

The public's voice was divided. The four victims were people who
benefited from social Inequality and found ways to avoid legal
consequences, enjoying their lives at the expense of the
suffering of others. Because of this, some people argue that they deserved to
die at the hands of a murderer who chose victims for whom the justice
system had failed.

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Tihn's appearance before police headquarters caused commotion, Although

the police were present to control the situation, they could not contain the
public's anger. There were curses, objects thrown, hundreds of questions
from journalists, mixed with the sound of camera shutters and flashes of
light. Still, the killer's face remained expressionless in front of hundreds of
people, unfazed by the curses and unaffected by the throwing of water
bottles.

“How do you feel now?”

“What have you done in the last 18 years?”

“The police hardling this case is your sister, right?”

“Is it true that your father was helping you behind the scenes, arresting the
wrong person so that you would not be punished until today?”

“Is there anything you want to say to the victim's family?”

It was rare for society to encounter a murderer who showed no remorse for
his actions. Most were generally unwilling to be interviewed and often hid
their faces to conceal their identities: But not Tihn... He turned to look at the
journalist who asked him an interesting question.

“I know... That everyone would like to have done it, right?”

A second seemed like an eternity as time seemed to slow down. There was a
moment of silence as the killer spoke words that could be interpreted in
many ways. But he clearly didn't feel sorry. A smile appeared at the corner
of his mouth amidst the flashes of light and the shouts and taunts around
him.

“You bastard, you kill people!”

“Execute him! No forgiveness!”

The police could no longer control the situation when people began to show
their anger and rushed inside in the hope of getting closer to the killer. They
had to take Tihn down another lane where a large van was parked. The

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media surrounded them, while some people again filmed each protester
demanding the death penalty as the only punishment.

The television screen showed news revealing the appearance of a serial

murder suspect. The remote control was immediately thrown to the ground
and shattered because it could not make the face of the man that appeared
on each channel disappear. No matter how many hundreds or Thousands of
channels were changed, at that time, even if a drama or variety show was
being broadcast, the latest news about the arrest of the real murderer was
still being broadcast.

Big Tech was still at home, a two-story mansion in a major housing project
worth tens of millions of baht, befitting his status as a high-ranking police
commissioner. Everyone admired his success and only a few knew how it
all started. People couldn't even imagine the image of a non commissioned
officer living in a dilapidated old police apartment, with a wife who ran a
small grocery store. At first they were burdened with only one son, but later
they were blessed with a daughter,

Over the past decades, Tech had never regretted his decision to abandon his
wife and son for even a second. If he could go back in time, he would
choose the same path: having no burdens. For him, family was like a burden
that could hinder his current success.

But today, what happened forced Tech to reflect on its mistakes. When did a
child born of one's own flesh and blood begin to display deviant behavior
and psychopathic tendencies that kill people? He wouldn't have felt so
angry if that person hadn't been his son, the only family member he'd been
proud of and the only one he'd considered taking with him after divorcing
his ex-wife.

Big Tech didn't take him with him, because... That bastard, or that damn
murderer, insisted on keeping his sister. If his father wanted to take him, he
had to take the little girl with him. That was something Tech couldn't
accept. Then he freed them to live alone when they were little, Although he
now came out and announced it to the media and the public who wanted
answers, he would say that he had been separated from his family for more

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than 20 years. He had no part in shaping his behavior or, to be clear, Tech
never played a fatherly role at all.

He only gave his last name, he had not been someone who had to teach him
not to commit murder. It would be better if they blamed his mother. But all
those thoughts were useless and could not be used in defend himself. The
reason was that the real problem that plagued Tech was that he was accused
of catching the scapegoat for the 1998 serial murder. No matter how many
decades had passed, he would never forget it. At That time, Police Captain
Tech Techakomol or Captain Tech received orders from above to follow up
on a series of murder cases that no one had been able to solve. Eager for
results, he took it upon himself to get a promotion, without knowing that he
was digging his own grave.

That didn't mean there weren't clues linking the culprit, but there were too
many, as if the killer could be anyone. Someone close to the deceased, a
client purchasing sexual services or even a homeless person. Police asked
hundreds of people to come forward for questioning. There were no
witnesses who could identify the murderer. The evidence found at the scene
did not present any special characteristics, which made it difficult to
continue the investigation

There were only footprints that could identify the attacker, but after a while,
Onitsuka shoes became popular so everyone bought them and wore them,
causing a lot of confusion for the police. Under tremendous pressure, the
seventh victim turned out to be a university professor, not a prostitute like
the previous victims. The people's fear was turning into anger and it only
increased. They believed it was possible that the killer had not chosen to kill
a specific person, but could have been anyone on a rainy night.

"Haven't you caught the murderer yet? How much time do I give you?”

Tech never knew before that he was just a pawn, a mere figure on the
chessboard whose only purpose was to be sacrificed first, opening up
opportunities for more important pieces to win. But with the ambition to
make a mark and rise to prominence, a big case that would draw the
attention of the entire nation, no matter how big it was, if he could close it,
the prizes, promotions and advancements to the next phase would be his.

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Tech dreamed so much and suffered so much that he finally gave up and
risked his own life. And he achieve it.

One of the suspects, who worked as a taxi driver, was questioned twice
simultaneously during the incident involving the first and fourth victims.
The fourth time he came to confirm that the body was that of an
acquaintance from the same province. But his credibility was shaky as some
people claimed that he knew the victims. Some said he liked the first victim
but was rejected, while others said he had lent money to one of the victims
and that he had sex with another victim in exchange for fees.

Tech did not let this suspect escape, he called the taxi driver to question him
again, he pressured him and even threatened him, if he did not confess the
punishment he would receive
would be more severe than before. A hammer was also found in the car of
the taxi driver, who admitted that he went for self-defense when passing
through a dangerous neighborhood. Of course, no one believed his claim.

With little time left, police investigators were intensifying their efforts to
gather more evidence than ever before. Fortunately, many high-ranking
police officers supported the idea of closing this big case. Even the courts
were under pressure from society to convict the murderer, with only one
option: the death penalty. Although there were accusations that the police
may have made him a scapegoat to solve the case, this was only a minority
opinion.

The important thing that made Tech believe that he had truly succeeded was
that there were no more murders after Mr. Wisut Saengkhao was
imprisoned. The case had been closed for almost twenty years.
Unexpectedly, in the end, it would become the trigger for this event. He
couldn't stand it, although he tried to find a way out, he only found a dead
end.

A representative of the government political party called him in the morning

and informed the commander that the party could no longer support him
and would immediately remove his name from the list of possible electoral
candidates. The parties met to discuss and the opportunity presented ended
when the news spread throughout the country that morning.

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The sirens of the police cars sounded, letting him know that officers were
going to be sent to arrest the man who was once a big boss who could
control hundreds and thousands of police officers. There was no way to
escape, and he couldn't avoid this situation. Everyone had turned away,
leading to him being labeled a corrupt police commander, which was
widely publicized.

It was finished. Everything he built with his hands disappeared in the blink
of an eye. The police chief sat proudly in his office chair, framed by the
decorations that had adorned him his entire life. The shield of honor, a gold
framed image of his promotion day, was prominently displayed on the shell.
Soon, the authorities would take care of everything and process him. The
man who was sitting on his throne was destroyed and collapsed because of
his own children.

A daughter revived the case from years ago, causing trouble and bringing
down his father. Meanwhile, the other boy... was a murderer, who killed his
father alive.

The drawers of the teak desk opened, revealing the barrel of the gun Big
Tech hid at home for protection. A rough hand took him, he pampered him
like a child who would never betray his father. There were many bullets
inside. Perhaps not enough to fight against officers who dared to trample on
his honor, but enough for himself. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at his
own temple, ready to be fired.

“I will never give up the position I have achieved and maintain to this day.”

Tech thought before pulling the trigger. The hand holding the gun fell due to
gravity, drops of blood splashed on the shelf behind him, countless plaques,
medals and certificates, all stained.

Police Lieutenant General Tech Techakomol decided to commit suicide to

avoid the mistakes he made. The name of the police chief who was always
full of power and endless ambition, had turn out of time,

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News of the police commander's death spread quickly, Big Tech shot
himself inside the mansion where he lived alone, before the police could
arrest him. Of course, the reason why the police chief acted like this could
not be denied, his lawsuit would soon be revealed. The story began when he
handled a case 15 years ago where there was falsification of documents,
filling of charges, falsification of evidence to arrest innocent people, and
also attempts to disrupt the work of legal institutions to the point of
damaging the case.

The demise of Big Tech opened the eyes of people across the country.
Although no one had answered the question, was it true that he tried to trap
other people to save his son? But that didn't matter anymore because he was
dead. The police commander's funeral was held with the help of another
police chief as host, with a large number of police officers present to pay
their respects. Neither his family nor his children attended the event, in
accordance with the deceased's lifelong wish that no one burden his well-
being. Until his departure, he did not grieve them or mourn their loss.

Tul was standing outside the temple where the funeral ceremony was taking
place. She had no desire to enter. Her gaze was blank, taking in the solemn
atmosphere. The sound of the monks' chanting echoed faintly, but she felt
nothing, nor did she think he is my father' Tul did not believe in the law of
karma nor did she believe in the afterlife. But although he didn't really
believe it, she still wanted to avoid the cycle of rebirth as father and
daughter again.

“I just wanted to see the condition of the selfish person and see how it
ended.”

Tul took a rude action by raising her middle finger at her father's funeral
ceremony. No one saw her, and she was sure that even if his ghosts saw her,
she wouldn't break her fingers. She was confident because during her life,
Big Tech, he never did anything that was beneficial to anyone. It was good
that he died, but it left scars on those left behind. He did not want to be
punished for his own crimes and he preferred to walk away like a cowartd.

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The pre-trial detainee was held in the Bangkok Special Prison, which was
open to the general public to visit detainees, including family members and
lawyers who were to provide them with advice to fight future cases. Prison
officials escorted the visitor to the designated room to speak with a specific
inmate while whispering to her how much time she had for the visit.

Tul was not surprised that they were given privacy, away from other
inmates. This was because Tihn was different from all the prisoners, even
within his own criminal group. From the day the police took him to perform
re-enactments at every crime scene where a victim was found, it seemed
that Tihn's behavior only worsened his psychological condition.

It wasn't that the reenactment had any flaws. If you looked closely, Tihh
actually showed them how the victims begged for mercy, when their hearts
stopped beating or how they desperately sought to escape. It was as if Tihn
didn't want his carefully crafted masterpiece to be misinterpreted. Almost
all the police officers were confused because they had never before
encountered a killer so ruthless and unrepentant for his actions.

The prisoner appeared shortly after the officers left Tul to sit and wait. Tul
watched as her brother, who was wearing a warm-colored shirt, entered and
sat in front of her, with a large mirror separating the two of them. A few
days before, the two brothers said goodbye after having breakfast together.
But Tul realized that she could no longer live her life like before.

And I couldn't go back either. Although she could go back in time, she
didn't know where to start 10 fix it 18 years ago, or from the day she was
born so that his brother wouldn't become like that..

"I heard that my father died."

His expression revealed no emation, indifferent to hid question, devoid of

any feeling, Tul remained silent, barely looking at her brother, The only
reason she went was because there was an unresolved issue that required
explanation.

“I refused to say goodbye to him. Did you know that after dad left us, he
took me out many times and ordered me not to tell you?”

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A lake smile appeared on Tihn's face as he recounted past encounters he had

with his father. His father once loved him, before he turned down the
opportunity to leave his mother and his sister for a police officer who was
building his career. It was simply because Tihn did not want to be criticized
as selfish like his father,

"You better stop talking about that matter."

Tul made a disgusted face. She used to think that her childhood was always
fun. She did not feel the lack of warmth or longing for love from her
parents, because she had an older brother. Memories of the past slowly
gnawed at her heart as she thought of the things Tihn had done for her.

"Then why did you come?"

His voice sounded disappointed because he couldn't tell fun stories to her
little sister. Tul took a deep breath, trying to force himself not to let out a
trembling sound in front of the assassin.

“You didn't hurt Ran because you thought of me, You hurt jew, but you
didn't kill her because you just wanted to teach her a lesson…”

Tul slowly recounted each incident to her brother that he was listening to.

“With the families of those two children, you empathized with them. You
see systemic social problems that oppress disadvantaged people...
Everything you do, at first I thought you were sick... But you still think
about other people, it shows.....”

The murderer laughed as if he had just heard a very ridiculous story. It was
a high-pitched laugh that he had never heant from his brother in her entire
life. It was a laugh that gave her goosebumps. The light penetrated the glass
and cast shadows, making Tihn's face appear distorted and strange.

“I told you, I didn't do anything to your girlfriend because I'm a good

brother to you.”

Tul's heart pounded, her face went numb as she heard it.

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"As for your police friend? I didn't want to kill her in the first place, I just
wanted to show that the real culprit would return, not someone who tried to
imitate me because his actions weren't as good as mine.”

His voice hid a hint of discontent as he referred to the previous murder case,
which led to the widespread misunderstanding that the real murderer had
returned. He was like an artist watching someone try to irritate his
masterpiece, but he had not been able to achieve it.

“And those two children.”

Tul searched for words, as if she couldn't find her own.

“You felt sorry for them. That's right?”

During her time as a police officer she encountered many types of cases, so
it could be said that very few criminals committed crimes without planning
it first. Often, they felt the need to hurt and kill people out of revenge, lack
of conscience or momentary control, and would accidentally kill in a fit of
rage. Most of the victims were people close to them, people who had
reasons to harm each other, leaving traces and motives that led the police to
arrest them.

But not with Tihn... Although there was a root cause of an incident, where
almost all the victims were people who had no direct impact on them. They
very simply individuals who aligned theirselves with the goals he had
previously set. If he was said to be a psychopath, a condition that
characterizes individuals with abnormal personality traits that were
antisocial, it meant that he lacked empathy for other people and would
prioritize his own interests. So Tihn most likely did not felt sorry for the
death of these two children.

Tihn could barely take his eyes off his sister's face when he heard that
question. He leaned back in a chair that was very uncomfortable to sit in,
staring at the ceiling as if he was thinking about the answer.

“Maybe because... I thought of myself, I thought of you, I thought of the

two brothers.”

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A split second passed and Tul felt like she had his brother back..

“If you and I had grown up together and were accompanied by a father and
mother, what would it be like today? If dad had not selfishly abandoned us,
if mother had not chosen a comfortable path, what would we have become?
What would our life be like? When I looked at them, they were very happy,
they were like us but unfortunately they died first.”

It wasn't just sadness hidden in his tone and look, Tihn groaned, expressing
regret as if she was watching a drama on television. But there was a reason
why the drama was canceled midway, amid audience confusion, perhaps
simply due to low ratings.

“Well, you could say I feel sorry for them. Those two children died because
their father was in debt and could not find a way out for him and his family.
Makes me wonder what I should choose as a victim.”

Tul felt like she couldn't keep her balance if she didn't support her elbows,
It turned out that she had lived with a severe psychopath her entire life,
never realizing that everything she experienced was false.

“You used those two children as an excuse to kill people.”

"That's right, you're smart,"

Tihn praised with a twinkle in his eye.

“18 years ago, I killed those prostitutes out of pure hatred towards those
who reminded me of our mother. I was satisfied with the actions I took, but
it ended there. I just wanted to vent my emotions.”

It was rate for Tul to see a satisfied smile on his brother's face, to the point
that she almost forgot that her brother had never been truly happy before.
Whether it was when he graduated, he got a job in a hotel restaurant, which
seemed like his dream had come true, or even when he agreed to leave to
start his bakery. Only now did Tul know what Tihn's happiness really was.

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“I learned how people feel when someone dies, after killing your
girlfriend's mother.”

Tihn paused for a moment. His sister's piercing eyes looking at him became
ferocious at the mere mention of the person she loved.

“She was a university professor, why did she have to die? That question
seems to suggest that The prostitute who died earlier was less valuable than
a professor. The police should immediately find and arrest the perpetrator
because they didn't believe your girlfriend's mother deserved to die.”

“No one deserves to die!”

Tul responded forcefully, but the person behind the glass just
laughed.

“Do you see people researching the history of the dead to discover what
they did before? They try to find reasons to support that that person
deserved to die... When the law can't do anything about those people, it's
better if they die, right?”

Tul's fist immediately hit the large glass between the two of them.
Fortunately, the glass was made to special order, so it was difficult to break.
But that was enough to make the officers outside think the situation was not
good. They immediately entered and detained Lieulensant Tul so as not to
cause any more problems than this.

Tihn leaned back in his chair, looking at the piercing look in his younger
sister's eyes that she had never shown him before.

"You mean you never wanted anyone to get what they deserved for being
disgraced by their actions? Someone who would have once been mean to
you, someone like that bastard Captain Dan you talked about so often. Deep
down, you must think he deserves to be in a coma, right?”

“Don't put your bad thoughts in other people's heads!”

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Tul screamed loudly. She tried to break through the glass so many times
that it took two officers to get her out of the visiting room. The cold laugh
of a murderer resonated in her ears and would probably be engraved in her
heart for a long time.

The heavy eyelids slowly opened. It took her a while to get used to the
light. She underwent treatment for the second day and felt pain in her neck
area. She barely realized that she had been attacked at that moment, as if
something heavy had suddenly hit the back of her head, before her
conciousness suddenly faded away.

The young woman knew the whole story from the first day she became
aware. No one told her, but she begged the nurse who came to treat her to
turn on the television because she wanted to know the latest news about her.
The photo of the owner of the bakery where she and her father often ate, her
girlfriend's older brother who always gave her a smile, appeared on almost
every news channel. They showed the face of the murderer who reappeared
after 15 years and caused another incident.

There was no news from her ginfriend. She didn't know how this could
happen and there was no one to explain it to. Her memories were blurry,
indicating that Tul had helped her leave a place filled orily with the sounds
of the night echoing with thunder. But when she woke up in the hospital,
Tul was no longer there and there was no sign that she was coming to see
her.

On the morning of the second day, one of the television stations reported
the news. Police took the suspect to investigate the crime scene. And not
only the last four cases that occurred this year, but also events that occurred
18 years ago, where the bodies of each prostitute were found. The
surroundings had changed little, as the gravel roads had been paved decades
later. The garbage dump where a body was found had been converted into a
small park. And... When journalists followed the police to the place where
the body of Mrs. Watcharin Chanthanasation, the last victim, was found,
Che ran felt something get stuck in her throat.

The murderer knelt on the doll of the deceased. His face showed boredom
because they asked him to repeat the same thing so that the police could see

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it. The hotter the air, the more angry her face seemed. Although Che rán
could not hear the sound from the actual location, the news anchor
continued narrating the incident to the audience. Tears filled her eyes until
she could no longer see what was happening on the television screen, while
the killer made the motion of raising the hammer and hitting it on the doll's
face repeatedly

“Ran…”

A familiar voice came from the front door as Mae had just stopped by to
visit the sick person. She saw that her friend had woken up, but on the
television screen she was showing the news of a crime that caused shock in
the community. Mae wouldn't be so worried if she didn't directly affect her
friend. However, seeing Che-rån sitting on her bed crying about her
prompted her to go in immediately.

"Don't watch the news now,"

Mae gently hugged her friend, pulling her closer to prevent her from
looking at the TV screen. Che-rån buried her face in Mae's small shoulder, a
soft moan escaped her lips, tears flowed along with those of her friend. Mae
softly whispered words af comfort, hoping to make her feel better,

“Has P'Tul come here? Have you seen her...?”

Che-rán asked her friend in a slightly dull voice. There was a look of shame
that couldn't be hidden.

“I don't know... I didn't see her.”

Che-rán sobbed softly, her beautiful eyes trembling. It wasn't just what she
had to endure, but she didn't know where Tul was or what she was doing.
Some news items mentioned the name of a policewoman who was the
daughter of a police officer who committed suicide at home, abdicated
responsibility for cases that had been poorly Investigated in the past, and
tried with all her might to hide it. But that wasn't what worried her for her
poor lover, but because the murderer the police were looking for was her
good brother.

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Ran still didn't want to believe it when the truth was revealed. What was
happening with P'Tul?” How much did she blame herself? And did P’Tul
know that she really wanted to see her? Two days had passed and there was
still no sign of her lover. Every time she asked someone about P'Tul's
whereabouts, they told her they didn't know. She couldn't contact her either,
Che- rån buried her face in her palms until Mae had to pull her into a hug
again, feeling sorry for her friend.

In front of the patient's room in a private hospital, there was no "Do Not
Disturb" sign hanging in front of the door, but there was a visitor who
refused to enter. Her face looked as if she hadn't rested much in the past two
days. Her sleepy eyes looked through the small glass of the door to observe
the condition of the sick woman. Tul stood there for several minutes, still
not knowing it she should enter or not. Until Mae came out after checking
on her friend, to inform the people she was waiting outside.

“Ran feels better now. She may still have to wear a neck cast for longer, like
Jew before.”

The person in front of her murmured a word of thanks in a low voice. She
kept her head down, not daring to look anyone in the eye,

"Ran wants to see you, Lieutenant,”

Mae said sincerely. She no longer wanted to lie to her friend, but in the end
she didn't have the authority to tell her. As an outsider who was not
involved in her relationship, even though she knew how bad her current
situation was, to her, Lieutenant Tul was bearing too many consequences of
the actions of those closest to her..

"No."

Tul denied without giving any reason. They all knew in their hearts how
much this situation had hurt both of them. At first, Mae also did not believe
that the serial killer they were looking for was someone close to the
lieutenant and the older brother of Che-ran's lover and the person who also
killed Che-ran's mother.

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Tul said goodbye, but her eyes continued to peer through the small glass
window into the patient's room, where she could see Che-ran's toes under
the pure white blanket. Over the past two days, she had visited her many
times but never came in to see her lover. It's not that I didn't want to see her,
but it's like I didn't have the face to do it.

On the way home, Tul tried to keep her head down so that other people in
the hospital wouldn't notice that she was crying. Her heart was too broken
to hold back the tears that shamefully flowed in public. She had lost one of
the most important people in her life, someone she could never get back. It
was difficult to accept, no matter how much she tried to console herself. Tul
realized that there was almost no way to alleviate this pain.

And the scars her brother left were too deep for anyone to forgive. How
could she look at Che-rán without feeling guilty? As if she had to take on a
moral responsibility that P’Tihn didn't have.

"Lieutenant Tul,"

But then a voice called her, making her stop short before leaving the private
hospital. He was a second person that Tul was not prepared to face…
Professor Rakkit.

Professor Rakkit had intended to visit his daughter earlier, anticipating that
he would be able to see the policewoman who had always gotten along well
with him in the role of his daughter's partner, or even as a co-worker.
Lieutenant Tul never had defects that could provoke criticism. Until two
days ago he still believed her because she found Che rån but that trust was
shattered by a truth that he could not believe even when he saw it with his
own eyes.

The murderer who killed his wife, who had been on the news for more than
18 years, had finally been captured. Lacking the conscience that every
human being should have, he appeared on television, in many news
programs his name appeared as if praising him. Many people considered
him skilled and intelligent as if he were a celebrity in stark contrast to the
victims families, who, no matter how much time passed, still had not
overcome the pain.

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“How is Ran? Is she awake?”

The man in his sixties finally asked about his daughter, who was still
recovering, Lieutenant Tul seemed surprised, as she thought they would
blame her for everything that happened.

“She is awake.”

Tul continued looking at her feet.

“Have you two talked?”

Tul shook her head. She didn't think that she would get the doctor's attitude
and voice, which was not much different from before, although she felt that
she didn't deserve it. The tears flowed again when she fully knew that the
family of the deceased would never accept any apology from the killer's
mouth, whether sincere or false.

Professor Rakkit wanted to be a reasonable person, but he couldn't help it

when he saw that the person in front of him was related to the murderer.
The person he opened a bakery that he praised as delicious, the person his
daughter once visited at his house.... And at this moment, someone with the
status of the murderer's younger sister was standing in front of him, wiping
her own tears with her sleeve. Sixty years of life experience allowed him to
guess a person's heart. And using the experience he had with Lieutenant Tul
in the past, he also saw that the other party was probably also experiencing
the same pain,

“I don't want anyone to be responsible. Don't blame yourself... I hope we

can get through this.”

The pensioner's rough hand reached out and squeezed the trembling
shoulders of the policewoman who lowered her head to wipe away her
tears. If the person in front of him was someone else and not Lieutenant
Tul, Professor Rakkit was not sure whether he could forgive or not.
However, looking at someone who, even at this moment, still fell guilty for
something she didn't do, it seemed like the world was determined to test
whether he could bear the pain.

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“I could only ask Lieutenant Tul to get over this painful moment.”

He hoped that she would hear her forgiveness and she wouldn't blame
herself too much.

The resignation letter that Tul submitted to her superiors the day before had
been approved and took effect immediately. In light of these events,
including the time a former commander ended his life with a gun, the
Central Bureau of Investigation had an acting commander who was
working to quickly restore normality. This situation made many people look
at the policewoman who was the daughter of Commander Tech
Techakomol,

They stated that the public could lose confidence in the police if they
continued to carry out their duties. Tul did not wait to be forced out of the
job, knowing that her mental state could no longer bear the burden, whether
as the daughter of a selfish, power-hungry commander, or as the sister of a
serial killer, before the whole world. That was unforgivable.

Tulle went to say goodbye to inspector Pichet. When he arrived at his

office, there was no conversation other than silence to keep things moving
forward. The senior police officer looked out the window and thought to
himself. He used to have good memories of working with this subordinate.

As an inspector of the criminal investigation unit, who had risen through the
ranks through decades of hard work, he was accustomed to submitting to
orders from superior officers and instructing his subordinates to stay in line.
Although he was initially doubtful of this subordinate, fearing that he would
not succeed if she did not follow orders, the officer had underestimated
many times was now the person he most feared losing,

“I respect your decision…”

The inspector tried to keep his voice steady, breathing repeatedly.

“But if I ask you out, don't refuse. Remember that.”

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“I will always take the inspector, to watch football anywhere.”

T still made joking comments that always made the people in front of her
smile slightly. The inspector turned to look at the person who had just
entered without bothering to ask permission first. Jew had just heard
another policeman say on the way that the commander had approved
Lieutenant Tul's departure from government service. Jew recalled that the
process could take months and there was almost no time left to say
goodbye.

“Phi, they said you were leaving today. Why didn't you tell me?”

Jew complained, her voice shaking as she spoke, making no effort to hide
her sadness. She approached and hugged her superior tightly, like a child
seeking comfort. The inspector looked at the two policewomen who had
always opposed him, insisting that they would not let just one person take
the blame. He turned around as tears welled up in his eyes, at the thought of
never seeing that sight again.

“Please don't stay silent. Promise me you'll keep in touch with me.”

Tul responded with a murmur in her throat. Jew was the one who knew the
whole story before anyone else, who pulled her out of the abyss the night
after handing P'Tihn over to the investigation team, Jew refused to accept
her apology because it was not her superior's fault. Since they already knew
each other, she understood her intentions without needing to ask. Jew never
regretted working with Tul because she always respected her.

For Tihn, she understood what he meant, but the words he said at that
moment were not intended to insult anyone. She admitted that she was
sorry... But the one who was sadder than anyone was Lieutenant Tul.

“Let go of me, I can't breathe.”

Jew did not let go of her as requested. Inspector Pichet laughed, approached
and patted the shoulders of the two girls, whom he considered his own
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A commercial building that used to be a bakery in an area that was crowded

with people all day, now the owner had put up a For Sale/Rent sign.
However, apart from no one contacting her, she couldn't help but feel
anxious as the condition of the building was getting worse day by day and
the prices were gradually dropping. This was because several media outlets
had presented that the suspect in the serial murder case previously owned a
bakery. And every time someone asked where it was, more people visited
the building out of curiosity, making it more popular than the museum.
Each person left their mark to say that they had visited the killer's bakery.

Some people threw rocks at the glass until it cracked, no matter whose glass
it was. Others sprayed paint on the walls, leaving curse words behind. Some
praised the killer based on his twisted morals, saying things like "Raincoat
Killer, praising him for killing rich people. Many times, the commercial
building owner attempted to address this situation by adding additional
signs prohibiting trespassing onto private property. Those who committed
vandalism would be subject to legal fines, but no one seemed to care. The
state of the building was nothing like that of the old bakery, which was
always filled with the aroma of pastries. The only thing left were ruins and
memories that people talk about.

Tul decided to sell the house in which they both lived for several years. She
might not have gotten much, but it was better than being stuck in the same
place where she couldn't sleep every night. She often woke up shocked by
nightmares in which her brother killed someone and, sometimes, she herself
died.

Some items had been moved, others donated. Tihn's personal belongings he
didn't dare to give to anyone, so he put them in a separate box and put them
away. That day, volunteers would stop by to help pack things after her
work. Only Jew, the only person close to her, knew where she was moving.
Other than that, Tul had not contacted anyone.

She took a childhood photo album from her brother's room. She opened it
and watched as she waited for Jew to arrive. She remembered that her
brother was always there for her; when her parents divorced, when her
mother ran away to remarry, or when her grandmother died. The photo
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photos of her older brother in her youth, his smiling face adorning the chef's
uniform from his days in culinary school,

"Are you going to kill someone now?"

Tul unknowingly shed tears, she decided to close the album before looking
at the ceiling, hoping that her tears would return because she no longer
wanted to be sad about this. The bell rang at the front door, it must have
been Jew who had just arrived. Tul wiped her tears with her sleeve, she
adjusted her expression to normal before walking to the front of the house,
opening the door to welcome Jew who would help her pick up her things..
However, the person who was there was not Jew.

Che-ran stood in front of the gate, as if she had been there for a long time
but had decided to ring the bell and call the owner of the house, Che-rán
didn't cry, she didn't want to shed more tears, she just wanted to see how her
girlfriend was doing. Seeing her calmed her heart because she had already
been eagerly waiting to see her. She snorted, turning her head, hiding the
tears she hoped she wouldn't shed if she saw Tul's face.

They didn't greet each other, no one started a conversation. There was only
silence, squeezing their hearts tightly. Several minutes passed before Tul
finally spoke in a low voice, inviting Ran to come in, because the sky
outside was very dark even though it was only five in the aftermoon. Dark
clouds doomed low, hinting that it would soon rain...

Inside the empty house, some of her belongings had been stolen. All that
was left was large furniture like a dining table, to Tul invited Che-rán to sit
there. But before walking to get water to offer the guest, the small hand
grabbed the hem of her shirt. Her last visit to this house ended with a secret
attack from someone she trusted. It was still too much for her to accept,
And Tul seemed to understand what she meant, so she agreed to stay there
and not go away from her.

Che ran herself was able to realize that the owner of the house was going to
move out of there. But how did she know? She asks Lieutenant Jew who
told her that Tul has decided to leave. Then, Ran thought about where she
could go and if she wouldn't contact her anymore, And if she hadn't come to

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see her at home, she probably wouldn't have known. The person who likes
to keep all her problems to herself will probably never trust her, thinking of
running away from her and avoiding her without saying a word

“When were you planning to tell me?”

Her voice was soft, hinting at a hint of anger. A pair of beautiful eyes
looked at the person next to her, avoiding her gaze, and her mouth was too
heavy to explain. The silence that Che-rån received made her heart break
even more. She accidentally sobbed softly as she tried to force herself to
hold it back.

“If I hadn't come looking for you, would we have been able to talk?”

"..." Tul said a word, but she couldn't find the words to cover her own
cowardice, she wasn't ready to face her lover. Her brother's mocking
laughter still echoed in her ears, her cruel words, no remorse for the actions
he had committed against the deceased, and no matter how much pain those
still living experienced at the loss of her, It made her unable to face it.

Tul always dreamed that Che-rán was left alone on the roof, and she also
always dreamed that her brother killed her, She sometimes woke up when in
the dream she couldn't save her lover. Even though she knew it was just a
nightmare, she still cried and screamed.

"P'Tul don't you want to talk to me anymore?"

Asked the young woman, repeating it over and over again. Paying attention
to the face of her lover who did not answer all of her questions. Her sobbing
finally stopped. Tul couldn't help but pretend that she no longer felt
anything. Her walls had crumbled since she saw Che-rån come to see her.
She finally hugged Che ran and agreed to let her tears fall on her small
shoulder.

“Ran, listen to me..”

Tul took a deep breath to comfort the little girl in her arms even though she
herself was crying. A hand stroked her light brown hair, her nose smelling

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of the perfume Che rån used to wear after work. Tul hugged her lover
tightly, hoping that nothing could make Che-ran sad again after this.

“I'm sorry for everything that happened... I know it's not enough, it can't be
replaced... I don't even know when it happened…”

Tul took a moment to control her voice so that it wouldn't shake.

“But because of what he did... I kept thinking about it... I can't get it out of
my head.”

"We've talked about this before, haven't we? That you don't have to be
responsible for anyone else?”

“When you look at me, don't you think about what he has done?...”

Tul moved her body away so that Che rán could see her. The tears on her
face were blurry. For a split second, Che rán loaked down, her heart aching
at the fact that her lover was the sister of the person who took her mother's
life. It was impossible for new wounds to heal in a short time.

Tul could fool how Ran was feeling, even Professor Rakkit or Jew, they all
still had strange looks when they saw her. Perhaps it was an unwillingness
to believe, as if everyone saw the shadow of a murderer behind her all the
time. But everyone tried to understand her, tried to open their arms to her
and tell her that everything would be okay. Che ran was the same... The
woman she loved stood in front of her with a very wounded heart.

“Aren't we going to get through this together?”

Che-rán demanded it between sobs. She wanted to know when Tul would
stop carrying the weight of the responsibility that she believed belonged to
her alone. With a gentle touch, Che rån's small hand reached out to caress
Tul's pale cheek, a touch so familiar that it made her heart tremble as she
realized how much she longed for it. Tul looked down and gently rested her
forehead on Che ran's slender shoulder. At all times, Che rần had carried the
pain of losing her mother, a burden that Tul herself had always been aware
of.

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“There was a promise to help each other solve this case.... When did that
change? Every time the other party went through such trials, we had never
broken our promises.”

Until harsh reality hit her and everything spiraled out of control, making her
unable to hold on to anything to calm herself. Raindrops fell heavily on the
windows and the ground outside, after the sky had been cloudy all day, as if
warning of an impending catastrophe. In the end, love could be just one of
the important variables dragging them both down. If they were simply
strangers or if they had only known each other superficially on the day of
the tragic incident. Maybe it wouldn't be as painful as this.

Her lips kissed Che-ran's forehead and stopped for a long time. As Tul
always did, to calm her lover and make her feel better, although this time it
didn't work. This would be the last one. After this she would leave... And it
won't happen again.

Outside the rain was still heavy, Tul took an umbrella and opened it to take
Che-rán to the car, Because that small umbrella was the only one found in
the house, so it couldn't be used for two people. But even so, Che ran was
not hit by a single drop of rain.

Nobody said goodbye. It was as if saying a word could make one of them
change their mind and the other person stay. Tul observed her lover sitting
in the car. The Mazda was so red that she would attract the attention of
criminals if they followed her. Remembering what she herself had said,
whether it was a mocking joke or a sincere comment, her eyes filled with
tears again, almost preventing her from looking at the face of her lover
before she separated from her,

Che rán slowly fastened her seat belt, intending not to look at the person
who was still standing with an umbrella waiting for her to leave. Her back
and half of her left shoulder were wet with rainwater as she waited for the
red Mazda to turn a corner and disappear from sight.

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The court sentenced Tihn Techakomol, a serial killer who murdered seven
people in 1998, to death. But he was never punished at the time, because the
investigating police officers failed to fulfill their duties and arrested
innocent people to suffer for a long time, almost twenty years. Until this
year, this ruthless killer had lived freely in society and committed similar
crimes, resulting in four more deaths.

The defendant admitted this both during interrogation and at trial. The court
determined that a review of the evidence was not necessary. Considering the
nature of his crimes of having no remorse, showing no fear, and continuing
to violate local laws, which posed a significant danger to society, he would
no longer be allowed to live among the general public.

The court's decision was final, Tihn was convicted of premeditated and
repeated murder, committing heinous acts, cruelty and torture against
another person, resulting in death. The death penalty was the only
appropriate punishment for crimes of this nature. Although Thailand had
not executed any prisoners in the past 10 years, this case required on
exception. Tihn was half asleep in a special Department of Corrections cell,
separated from other inmates in preparation for his execution by lethal
injection in the early hours of the morning, He was reflecting on the events
of the final day of the trial, when his younger sister, Tul, came to hear the
verdict and witness the final fate of her brother. At least he had lived with
his little sister and had never regretted it.

Towards the end of November, cold air was slowly beginning to move in,
signaling that the end of the year was approaching. People are looking
forward to the opportunity to take a break, while some may turn down the
holidays to avoid the hustle and bustle of New Year's celebrations. Tul
herself was one of those people who planned ahead. He had booked a place
to stay with her girlfriend several months ago before they split up. Chiang
Mai remained a perennial favorite among tourists as winter approached. Tul
slang her bag over her shoulder and joined the group of passengers getting
off the early morning flight.

Everyone carried a travel pillow around their neck. Cold air greeted them as
they exited the airport building. Tul checked the directions to her first lodge

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at the top of Doi Inthanon..

Tul took a bus from the airport to the city of Chiang Mai, before taking a
public minibus to the top of Dol, following the advice of a local when she
asked for directions.

On both sides of the road, towering trees loomed in the distance, a sight that
captivated first time visitors to Chang Mai. Tul took out the cinematic
camera from her to capture the atmospheric scene. The morning fog was
thick and, she said, would probably continue until dawn. It was very cold
when she started to feel the cold vapor on the top of the mountain.. After
traveling more than ninety kilometers from the city center, she finally
arrived at the complex located on the top of the mountain. The panoramic
views revealed vast mountain. ranges and waterfalls in the distance. Tul
carried her luggage to the counter where the staff was waiting to greet the
early morning guests.

“Hello, can I leave my bag first? I will be back to check in at 2:00 PM,"

Tul asked politely. She had intended to visit several places on the mountain
a few hours before entering the room, but if she was carrying her luggage, it
might be a hassle.

“Yeah. Can I know your name? In case we want to take the bag to your
room”

"Ah..."

Tul raised her hand to scratch her cheek and correct her embarrassment
before taking out her cell phone and checking the emailed order receipt.

“I don't remember the name of who made the reservation... Tul Techakomol
or... Che-ran Chanthanasathien, can you check it for me?”

The receptionist leaned over to check the names on the computer screen
recording guest history.

“If it's Mrs. Che ran, she's here. Please leave her suitcases with us.”

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Tul's heart was beating fast. She didn't expect Che-ran to take the trip they
planned together. Even if they booked accommodation before breaking up.
For several months they did not see each other again.

“Where is she now? Is she around here?”

The receptionist was a little surprised by the customer's panicked

expression, then walked towards the street in front of the resort where there
was a public path through the park.
She rented a car to go to Kiew Mae Pan.

“Maybe go there....”

Kiew Mae Pan was a nature trail and viewing point at the top of Doi
Inthanon that tourists used to walk to enjoy the natural atmosphere. If you
visited during the winter, the thick white fog would settle until late
afternoon. It was ideal to visit before the sun reached its peak.

However, none of this interested Tul. She did not stop at the various rest
points recommended by officers along the highway, and often heard
warnings for her to be careful because of her hasty steps, which could pose
dangers on the road. The trail was more than three kilometers long, but it
took little time for Tul to walk through dense forest to an open field on the
Kiew Mae Pan ridge, which had the highest viewpoint. In front of her was a
large group of tourists who had arrived early, happily taking pictures in
various places.

The bright morning sunlight provided some warmth in the cold weather, Tul
walked along the wooden balcony where bright red azaleas bloomed. Below
the ridge, a white mist floated low like clouds. Tul looked behind the other
tourists as she crouched down so as not to get caught in anyone's photo.
Then, she saw a person trying to climb the hill.

The young woman was standing with her hand resting on the railing of the
viewpoint. She was wearing a calm winter coat and comfortable looking
dark jeans. The wind blew through her light brown hair, making it flutter
until she used the tips of her fingers to tuck the loose strands behind her
ears. Just seeing her face that she missed so much made Tul's heart tremble

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even more. She moved closer, her breathing becoming more unsteady due
to her nervousness,

Not knowing what to say in greeting, Tul could only walk and stop nearby,
pretending to be interested in the endless view of the mountains. Of course,
when someone came closer than necessary, Che-rån would look away
critically to see who it was. She Immediately recognized the person she was
near.

It was as if time around her slowed down. Mist floated lazily along the
ridge and the trees swayed in the wind. The face of the person who was still
in her memory was clear as if she was dreaming. The same eyes looked at
her with mixed feelings, in the midst of the atmosphere and nature that
looked like a photo of her. At that moment, the two women had met in that
place where they had promised to go together sometime.

END OF THE NOVEL

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austinnies x chatgpt present:

an unofficial and probably somewhat
off translated version of the
special chapters of Petrichor

special chapter 1
Chiang Mai

The cold wind brushed against her skin, prompting her to tuck her hands into the pockets of
her jacket as she walked around the Great Stupa. Tourists marveled at the myriad of flowers,
particularly the hydrangeas that competed to show off their beauty, though they failed to
catch Tul's interest. Her eyes were fixed on a woman in a muted coat, capturing the
surrounding atmosphere with her phone's camera, a sweet smile gracing her face—a smile
Tul dearly missed.

She brought out the film camera she had brought along, hoping to capture beautiful photos
of Doi Inthanon. Tul watched through the small viewfinder, aiming at the woman standing
amidst the garden. Just as her finger was about to press the shutter, Cheran turned towards
her, resulting in a perfect shot of the beautiful woman looking directly at the camera.

"Why didn't you tell me you were taking a picture? I wasn't ready. Can I see the photo?"

"You can't. It's a film camera. We have to develop the film first." Tul almost didn't know how
to react when Cheran walked over. If it had been a digital camera, Cheran could have seen
the photo immediately after the shutter was pressed. However, the charm of the analog era
had regained popularity, with people appreciating the different mood and tone of film
cameras.

Tul kept to herself the thought that Cheran looked beautiful in the photo, tightly pressing her
lips to prevent the words from slipping out.

"Can you teach me how to take pictures?" Cheran asked, moving closer. The request
caused Tul's heart to flutter, and she easily handed over the camera. Each step felt arduous
as Tul guided Cheran, standing behind her, explaining how to wind the film and press the
shutter, and how to look through the small viewfinder to frame the shot.

"P'Tul, go stand over there, and I'll take your picture."

"Me?" Despite her hesitation, Tul couldn't refuse Cheran. She walked to the same spot in the
garden where Cheran had stood, waiting and smiling until her cheeks hurt, while the
amateur photographer hesitated before pressing the shutter, unsure if the picture was
successful. Tul had to walk back to check.

"If the shutter advanced like this, it means Ran took the photo correctly." She praised,
boosting Cheran's confidence. Hearing this, Cheran eagerly asked to take more pictures with
the film camera. Tul, already feeling a bit shaky, couldn't resist Cheran's eager eyes and
allowed her to keep the camera, following her closely as she wandered through the garden,
capturing the scenery.

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Occasionally, when other tourists came by, Tul gently guided Cheran to avoid collisions,
using a light touch to steer her. She quickly pulled her hand back, fearing Cheran might not
appreciate the contact.

"Shall we take a picture together?" Cheran asked tentatively, not meeting Tul's gaze,
perhaps busy looking for a good spot or bracing for a possible refusal.

"With the film camera?"

"It can't be done, right?" Cheran's sweet voice sounded disappointed. Taking a selfie with a
phone would have been easy, but with a film camera, the focus might be off if taken too
close, and they couldn't see the picture beforehand. The photo might not turn out well.

Tul solved the problem by asking a nearby tourist to take their photo, explaining how to press
the shutter and frame the picture. She returned to Cheran.

"Where do you want to take the picture?"

Earlier, Tul regretted not having a photo together at Kew Mae Pan because she didn't have
the courage to ask. Cheran pulled Tul by the sleeve to the spot she had in mind, smiling at
the tourist who kindly took the photo.

"Come closer, one... two... three."

The public bus stopped at the tourist service point near their accommodation. The sunset
painted the sky in warm colors. Tul slowed down as she nearly walked ahead of Cheran on
the way back to the resort. After spending the day visiting various spots on Doi Inthanon,
worshiping the Great Stupa, admiring the Siriphum Waterfall from a distance at the Royal
Agricultural Station, and having a meal together, they hadn't talked about the past months
since their separation, leaving those memories behind and allowing themselves to fully enjoy
the moment.

Though they barely spoke, walking side by side, Tul often glanced at Cheran, avoiding her
eyes when she didn't want to be seen.

Despite checking in late, their bags were already taken to their room. Tul hesitated when she
received the keycard, unsure if Cheran would be comfortable sharing a room. They hadn't
planned for this, but if they were still a couple, there wouldn't be any awkwardness.

"If P'Tul isn't comfortable, I can take another room."

"No..." Tul quickly denied, not knowing how Cheran interpreted her expression. Deep down,
she didn't want to sleep separately, but she said, "Actually, you arrived first. You should take
this room, and I'll find another."

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Tul handed the keycard to Cheran, not noticing the disappointment in her eyes. The former
policewoman walked back to the reception desk to ask for another room, but it seemed fate
had other plans.

"I'm sorry, but all other rooms are booked," the receptionist replied politely. Tul returned to
Cheran, trying to hide her feelings.

"There are no other rooms. We have to share."

Cheran pouted slightly. The resort on the hill had individual houses scattered along the
slope. The surrounding scenery was as beautiful as the pictures they had seen when they
booked the room. Cheran unlocked the door with the keycard and led Tul inside, where their
bags were already placed.

The bathroom was on the left, with a built-in counter and a mini-fridge stocked with water. A
king-size bed was at the center, facing a large window overlooking the waterfall on the
mountainside. The sliding door led to a balcony with a hammock for lounging.

After exploring the room, both of them were satisfied. They didn't discuss sleeping
arrangements, thinking the bed was big enough for two. Exhausted from the day's activities,
they finally spoke about who would shower first, not wanting to wait too long as the
temperature dropped.

"You go first."

"No, you should. You've already taken off your jacket."

"Just the outer one." Realizing they were both insisting the other go first, Tul suggested,
"Okay, let's play rock-paper-scissors. Loser showers first."

Cheran sighed at the childish game but agreed.

She chose paper, and Tul chose paper too.

Second round, she picked paper again, and Tul chose rock.

"Go shower." The winner pushed gently, reminding her. Tul grumbled but accepted the rules
she set, grabbing a towel and pajamas before heading to the bathroom.

While waiting, Cheran organized her clothes and prepared her pajamas. She could hear the
shower running. She hadn't expected to see Tul here, her heart racing at the realization that
Tul still cared, always accommodating her requests. Despite the worry in Tul's eyes, Cheran
tried to show she felt the same.

As Tul showered, Cheran thought about the past months, wondering about Tul's well-being.
She had often asked Captain Jew about Tul, concerned about her health. Seeing her now,
Cheran felt an indescribable joy.

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Tul emerged from the bathroom, wearing her jacket as the temperature dropped. She saw
the soft orange lights outside and Cheran sitting on the balcony, waiting for her turn to
shower.

"Better shower soon, it's getting colder."

Cheran stood up, entering the room. Tul waited until Cheran grabbed her clothes and towel
before calling the resort to order light alcoholic drinks to enjoy on the balcony. Tul lay down,
listening to the water as Cheran showered. Soon, a staff member delivered two cans of beer
to their room.

Tul took one can, wrapped herself in a blanket, and sat on the hammock, sipping the cold
beer, enjoying the cool air. She felt colder than inside with the air conditioning. Eventually,
she couldn't stand the chill and went back inside for a blanket, wrapping it around herself as
she returned to the balcony. Cheran, just finished showering, saw Tul bundled up and
couldn't help but laugh.

"If you're cold, come inside."

Tul grinned, handing Cheran the unopened beer can.

"Want to join me?" She made room on the hammock, inviting Cheran to sit with her.

Tul smiled and grabbed another unopened can of fruit beer, handing it to her younger sister.
"Do you want to drink together?" She made room for Cheran on the hammock, causing it to
sway slightly. She let the blanket fall to cover only her legs, and Cheran, not refusing, moved
to sit beside her sister, accepting the beer that Tul had already opened. Tul lifted the blanket
to cover Cheran's legs, shielding her from the cold.

"Is there more in the fridge?" Cheran asked.

"No, I just ordered it. They delivered it."

Cheran nodded and sipped the sweet, fruity beer, which she rarely drank. She seemed more
relaxed, gazing at the distant waterfall along the ridge, appreciating the natural beauty rarely
seen in Bangkok. However, the scenic beauty didn't captivate someone as much as the
person beside them.

Tul looked away, trying to get Cheran to look at her. She pretended to take a sip of her beer.
Her body was warming up a bit, no longer needing to rely on the blanket. She thought of a
good topic to break the silence.

"How's Nong Mushroom?" She started talking about the fluffy pet, feeling a bit annoyed at
herself.

"He's doing well, even plumper than before."

"The snacks I gave him must be gone by now, right?"

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"They're gone, but I bought more because he liked them so much." Thinking of the cat likely
sleeping at home with their grandfather, Cheran smiled slightly, wondering if he was
wondering where she had gone or perhaps didn't care much about his owner.

Silence slowly enveloped them as they took turns sipping their beers. Something about the
alcohol might make people speak their minds more easily, doing things they wouldn't
normally do when sober.

"You're only asking about Nong Mushroom, aren't you going to ask about me?" Cheran's lips
curled up charmingly, making Tul smile broadly. Seeing her adorable demeanor made it even
harder for Tul to remain indifferent.

"And how's Nong Mushroom's mom doing?"

"I'm doing well."

"Really... Any cops hitting on you?" Tul asked hesitantly, so softly that Cheran almost didn't
hear. Cheran glanced up at her, not expecting her to be interested in her relationships after
trying to maintain their composure all day.

"There are a couple of them."

The one who asked initially turned sharply, furrowing her brows so much that Cheran almost
burst out laughing. Tul murmured softly, "I don't believe it..."

"How would you know?"

"I asked Jew about it..." Despite having a reliable source, hearing Cheran say it herself made
Tul less confident.

"Then Detective Jew must have missed something."

"You..." Even though it was a playful tease, Tul felt genuinely down. If it were true, she
couldn't do anything because she didn't have the right to stop Cheran from starting anew
with someone else. Of course, Tul was fully fooled. Cheran leaned on Tul's shoulder, looking
at her with tender eyes.

"Just kidding, there's no one."

"You teased me..."

Cheran laughed, still leaning on Tul's shoulder, not pulling away. Her eyes sparkled as she
looked at the person she couldn't forget. "And how about you, Tul? How have you been? Tell
me..."

"Me..." Tul paused to think of an answer, not because she wanted to hide how she had lived.
She just needed a moment to find the right words. "I'm renting an apartment and preparing
for the bar exam next year."

"Are you pursuing a law career?"

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"Yes, I already have a law degree, so I decided to go this route." Cheran, who had visited
Tul's room a couple of times, noticed the law books packed on the shelves, thinking that if
Tul hadn't become a police officer, she would have pursued another legal career, like a
lawyer or a prosecutor like Tiwa.

"And..." Cheran held her breath, biting her lip slightly, wondering if she should ask.

"And?"

"Are you feeling better, Tul?"

Tul went silent again, making Cheran worried. Cheran still remembered the pain of their last
goodbye vividly. Even though she got the old Tul back, the one who always cared for and
teased her, sometimes she felt Tul was still hiding something. Tul's eyes seemed to conceal
some feelings.

For Cheran, letting go of the person she loved that day added more scars to her heart than
the pain of losing her mother and the truth about who the killer was. But when he was
punished as he deserved last month, it made her anxious. The wrongdoer was dead, leaving
the living to drown in guilt. Cheran worried about Tul, not feeling reassured even after
hearing from Detective Jew that Tul was okay every day.

"I still dream about it," Tul suddenly said after a long silence, making Cheran almost forget
what she asked. Tul set her beer on the balcony edge, not looking directly at Cheran, but her
tone made Cheran realize Tul wasn't just trying to comfort her.

"Recently, I haven't had nightmares... I mean, about that incident. I saw a therapist and got
some medication. The doctor advised me to let go, to focus on something meaningful, like
preparing for the bar exam next year. With that focus, I think about the past less," Tul smiled,
a more relaxed smile as she talked about overcoming the trauma.

There might be rough patches, but it can no longer bring her to tears or cause her as much
pain as it once did.

"I've reduced my medication recently, skipping a day or two. But I keep dreaming about you.
The doctor says there's nothing he can do about that."

"Is that bad? Or what do you think?"

"It's probably because my subconscious still thinks about you. It's not surprising I dream
about you often." Tul, known for speaking in circles, hadn't changed that habit. She raised a
hand to scratch her cheek, gathering the courage to meet the eyes of the woman beside her.
Cheran had been looking at her from the start, but now turned her face away, her eyes filling
with tears upon hearing Tul's words.

"Ran..." Tul's voice was pleading, asking her to look back. Her forehead rested on Cheran's
shoulder.

"I miss you," Tul whispered.

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Cheran moved, not to push her away, but to place her fruit beer can on the balcony edge.
She touched Tul's cheek gently. Whether it was the little Mushroom or Tul, they always
enjoyed when she cupped their faces. The Siamese cat might purr, nuzzling for a head
scratch, but Tul... Tul tilted her face slightly, pressing her lips to Cheran's palm, causing her
heart to flutter. Her eyes looked lovingly at her as she asked in a sweet voice,

"Do you miss me?"

Cheran didn't answer. Tears welled up, blurring her vision. Tul noticed her tears, cupped her
cheek tenderly, fearing that if she used too much force, Cheran might break. Then she saw
something glinting on Cheran's neck - a leaf-shaped silver pendant, a necklace she had
once given her.

"You're wearing it?" Tul asked softly, looking at the necklace's owner. It had once been
damaged on a day something terrible almost happened to her.

Tul's eyes dimmed at the response, remembering the day she decided to let go.

Even though Tul hoped that Cheran would feel the same way about her as before, she knew
that if the day ever came when Cheran wanted to be happy, without having to endure the
pain inflicted by others, she wouldn’t be angry with her. Not even a little. Tul knew she had
no right to demand a relationship from someone she herself had walked away from. Today,
even though she had met the woman she loved in the place they had promised to come
together, Tul still couldn't allow herself to hope.

As if she knew how Tul felt, Cheran gently cupped Tul's face and lifted it to meet her eyes.
She hoped to erase the worries Tul was carrying and wanted Tul to see only her, the one
standing in front of her right now.

Tul slowly leaned in, closing the distance between them as if asking for permission. Cheran
didn’t move away. She closed her beautiful eyes, tears falling down her cheeks. Tul gently
wiped them away with her thumb before their lips met.

Their first kiss in many months was filled with longing and the desire to feel the familiar,
tender touch again. From the gentle pressing of their lips together, Tul slowly adjusted her
angle, delicately caressing Cheran's soft lips as she had always dreamed of. Her mind went
blank, unable to perceive anything except the sensation she was experiencing. Their breaths
mingled, their cheeks brushed against each other, and Tul could smell the faint scent of
Cheran's body wash. The taste of fruity beer lingered on their lips and tongues as they
teased each other playfully.

Their bodies lay entwined on the bed. Tul pulled Cheran closer, holding her tightly, almost
unable to restrain herself if Cheran hadn’t broken the kiss for a brief moment. Cheran used
her minimal strength to push Tul's shoulder, surprised to find Tul’s hand had slipped under
her shirt at some point.

"Tul..." Cheran’s voice was husky. Her thumb brushed over Tul's lips again, intentionally
repeating the same action as before, speaking softly so only the two of them could hear.

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The sliding door separating the bedroom from the outside balcony hadn’t been fully closed.
With more strength, Tul pushed Cheran until her hips hit the edge of the bed. Tul's playful
nature showed as she wrapped her arms around Cheran's waist, their bodies pressed
together, and her fingers tangled in Cheran’s dark hair. Their kisses deepened, producing a
soft, wet sound that mixed with their heavy breathing.

Cheran instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around Tul’s neck in surprise when she was
lifted to sit precariously on the edge of the table. But only for a moment, as she looked into
the eyes of the one standing between her legs. Tul gazed at her beloved with an infatuation
tinged with a plea for what they both longed for. Tul planted a loving kiss on Cheran’s chin,
moving her lips to her smooth cheek to inhale her scent deeply. Her hands removed
Cheran’s jacket before leaning down to breathe in the fragrance from her slender body,
kissing her round shoulder through her nightshirt, unbuttoning it one by one with her
fingertips.

Cheran removed the jacket from Tul as well. Tul cooperated fully, releasing her hands to pull
the sleeves off her arms, unbuttoning the last button before removing the thin nightshirt from
Cheran's beautiful body, now visible to her eyes.

Cheran’s pale skin felt the cool air from the air conditioner but she didn’t feel cold at all. Her
body felt hot as Tul’s lips gently kissed her skin, especially the small mole on her collarbone
that Tul seemed to favor, kissing it repeatedly. The black bra strap contrasting with her white
skin was hooked and pulled down from her shoulder. Tul hugged Cheran possessively,
running her hands over her slender back, but struggled to unhook the clasp.

Cheran giggled, lifting Tul’s confused face to give her a light kiss on the lips before
whispering sweetly, “It’s a front hook, baby.”

Without another word, Cheran’s small hands moved to the clasp between her breasts,
unhooking her bra. Tul nearly held her breath as she watched Cheran unclasp her bra
herself. The black bra slipped away, revealing her slender, bare body. Her ample breasts
were exposed to Tul, who was embraced by Cheran’s arms draped over her shoulders,
pulling her in for another kiss. But Tul wasn’t going to let Cheran control the situation. Her
hands roamed over Cheran’s soft skin, caressing her tender breasts as if they belonged to
her. Her thumb circled Cheran’s nipple, teasing it and eliciting soft moans that escaped
Cheran’s lips, which Tul continued to kiss passionately.

Tul seemed to particularly enjoy the way Cheran’s dark hair cascaded, nearly slipping from
the hair tie that held it back. Cheran’s slender body leaned into her, putting her weight on
Tul.

Cheran’s beautiful face tilted upwards as her lover moved lower. She didn’t know where Tul
was headed until she felt her lips trailing down, inhaling the scent of body wash along her
neck, not forgetting to nuzzle the small mole on her collarbone that Tul adored. Tul lingered,
pressing her lips to make red marks on Cheran’s soft skin, kissing her deeply and moving
lower to take Cheran’s light brown nipple into her mouth.

The tip of Tul's moist tongue teased, drawing out sweet moans from Cheran, which Tul could
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her body in response, unable to hold back her cries. One hand braced the edge of the table
to support herself while the other pressed Tul's head closer to her chest.

Tul glanced up, her eyes meeting Cheran's tearful gaze as she briefly lifted her lips from
Cheran's breast. Cheran looked back at her, eyes filled with emotion, giving Tul a chance to
catch her breath. She kissed Tul's forehead, feeling Tul’s warm hands gently squeezing her
ample breast before lowering her lips to taste the other nipple. The delicate flicks of Tul’s
tongue made Cheran writhe uncontrollably once again.

"Lift yourself a bit for me, please," Tul whispered, kissing the slender arm that encircled her
neck for balance. Cheran complied, raising her hips slightly so Tul could slide her pajama
pants off her slender waist, taking her underwear along with them. The dim light in the room
caressed Cheran's pale, naked body, nearly taking Tul’s breath away.

Not wanting Cheran to feel at a disadvantage, Tul began to remove her own clothes. Cheran
helped by pulling Tul’s shirt over her head. Cheran’s eyes didn't hide the fact that she was
admiring the toned muscles of the former policewoman's white abdomen, well-maintained to
this day. Tul noticed Cheran's gaze and smiled, guiding Cheran’s small hand to touch her
abs, allowing her to explore as she pleased. The remaining sports bra on Tul's body was
quickly removed by Cheran, allowing their naked bodies to press together, warding off the
cold from the air conditioner.

Tul moved lower once again, placing one of Cheran’s beautiful legs on the chair. Cheran
knew what was coming next from their past experiences together. She couldn’t help but hold
her breath as Tul’s face drew nearer, her lips showering kisses to comfort and arouse her.

Cheran’s sweet cries filled the room, the soft fabric of the bedspread beneath her
intensifying the sensation. All she could do was clutch the sheets, feeling the pleasure
course through her body repeatedly until she finally relaxed, hands running through Tul’s
dark hair. Tul's lips traveled up Cheran’s body, finally capturing her lips once more as their
desires intensified.

Cheran flinched slightly as Tul's slender fingers slipped inside her, even though her body
was already slick with arousal. She still felt a dull ache, her toes curling against the chair. Tul
moved her wrist gently, helping Cheran get used to the sensation that had been absent for
so long. Her thumb pressed and circled the same spot her tongue had just lavished with
attention, drawing out soft moans from Cheran, letting Tul know she was satisfied.

"Does it hurt?" Tul asked.

Cheran shook her head slightly, receiving a comforting kiss from Tul, who leaned in while her
wrist started moving faster, making Cheran's delicate body tremble in her arms. Her soft lips
let out husky cries, encouraging Tul even more. Tul couldn't take her eyes off Cheran’s
enraptured face, her hips moving in sync with Tul's fingers involuntarily.

Cheran clung to Tul's broad shoulder, her sweet moans and the tight squeeze of her inner
muscles around Tul's fingers signaling that she had reached her climax with Tul's help. Tul
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strength to lift Cheran from the table to lay her on the soft bed. However, Cheran's small
hands pushed her shoulders, preventing her from lying down on top of her.

Tul raised an eyebrow slightly but didn't have time to wonder much before Cheran used all
her strength to flip Tul so she was sitting against the headboard, supported by a soft pillow.
The beautiful body she admired moved up to deliver a sweet kiss to her lips. Tul knew what
Cheran wanted, and she wanted the same. Her pajama pants were quickly removed from
her slender legs, followed by her underwear, which Cheran also stripped off.

Cheran knelt between Tul's legs, causing Tul to moan every time her soft lips touched her
pale skin. Tul knew Cheran was getting her revenge when she felt gentle bites leaving love
marks on her chest, and her thumbs teased her nipples, almost driving Tul crazy.

Tul exhaled a ragged breath, her hands tangled in Cheran's brown hair as Cheran lavished
her with the same tongue she had used on herself. Tul threw her head back, moaning, which
seemed to delight Cheran as she noticed her struggle to hold on. Her stomach muscles
clenched under the touch, and Cheran noticed the faint scar from the attacker's cutter, a long
line that Cheran had helped care for herself, deepening their bond that night. Cheran kissed
along the scar, feeling Tul’s uneven breaths against her skin.

Cheran adjusted her movements, not quite in sync, causing Tul's sensitive spot to become
wet and sticky, even reaching her thighs. Cheran tasted the sweet nectar with her soft
tongue, starting from her inner thighs and gradually moving towards the center, making Tul
beg in a soft voice. This elicited a teasing smile from Cheran, who looked up to see the
effect of her work reflected in her lover's pleading expression.

Tul knew Cheran wouldn't be cruel for long, but when the soft tongue finally touched the
moist folds, she couldn't hold back her moans. Cheran quickly learned from what Tul had
done to her earlier, knowing instinctively where to touch to make her feel good. Tul's fingers
tangled in Cheran's light brown hair, pressing slightly as her body shivered with the pleasure
her lover was giving her.

Tul lifted her hips slightly, responding to the teasing tongue and lips. Her toes curled against
the bed sheet before her body convulsed, letting out a moan of pure ecstasy. The slender
figure of Cheran moved up into Tul's waiting arms, where Tul kissed her temple, marveling at
how skillful her young lover had become. Cheran, not one to be outdone, lifted her face to
kiss along Tul's jawline, repeatedly until Tul turned to respond with soft kisses that never
strayed far.

"Did you like it?" Cheran asked.

"I loved it..." Tul replied with a broad smile, holding the smaller body close. She almost forgot
the last time she felt such happiness. It took Tul a long time to forgive herself and move on
from the past, which was hard to forget, but she chose to live on and was fortunate to reunite
with the woman she loved as things began to improve.

"It's cold," Cheran whispered softly, tightening her arms around Tul's waist, pulling Tul out of
her thoughts. Despite their bodies warming each other, the night air continued to chill them
as it grew late. Instead of pulling up the blanket to cover their naked bodies, Tul kissed

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Cheran's beautiful shoulder and let her hand wander down to her hip, gently urging her to
comply with her desires.

The enchanting lover comforted Cheran, who blushed shyly while positioning herself above
Tul. Tul moved downward until her eyes were level with Cheran's ample breasts.

Cheran sighed sweetly as someone who did not know when to stop teased her breasts.
Once again, warm hands grasped and kneaded her soft flesh, never forgetting to graze the
tips. The thumb playfully teased the nipple not covered by Cheran’s lips. Cheran had to
grasp the edge of the bed to support her body, her emotions, which had just begun to
subside, reignited by her lover’s skillful touch.

Tul lowered herself when she sensed her partner’s growing inability to endure the sensuality.
She supported Cheran’s beautiful hips, helping her adjust into a position where her lips were
aligned with Cheran’s moist folds. Cheran’s blushing cheeks were held by Tul’s hands,
preventing her from shifting away. Tul’s tongue gently sampled the sweet nectar from the
blooming flower, flicking up and down in a way that made Cheran’s moans echo, calling out
Tul’s name incessantly. Cheran’s hips eagerly pressed towards Tul’s lips, responding to the
pleasure being offered.

Cheran’s delicate body trembled, unable to maintain balance without Tul’s support. Tul
caught Cheran as she collapsed beside the bed, exhausted from the cunningly crafted
love-making. A wide smile appeared on Tul’s face, unnoticed by Cheran, who lightly slapped
Tul’s arm. Cheran nestled close to the warmth of her lover, who had wrapped the blanket
around their naked bodies on the bed.

Tul continued to lovingly kiss Cheran, allowing her to rest momentarily before resuming their
passionate interaction. They savored the long-awaited happiness that had been missing for
so long, with the night stretching ahead to fulfill their desires.

On a holiday afternoon inside the airport terminal of the province, passengers, both arriving
and departing, dragged their luggage about. Some shopped for souvenirs for relatives after
their leisure trip, while others arranged for rental cars to head into the city, like Tul did to
reach her destination. But her return journey to Bangkok today seemed to differ from the
usual.

After three days and two nights spent with Cheran, their plans to tour together went beyond
just Doi Inthanon. They explored places like Ang Kaew at the university, the Chiang Mai Zoo
with its panda, and even popular spots like Nimman. The film that Tul had prepared was
used to capture these cherished memories with her beloved, waiting to be developed and
stored in an album to remember their time in Chiang Mai as they had hoped.

Arriving nearly two hours before their flight, they had time to eat and buy souvenirs for
Cheran’s beloved professor and Mae, who had expressed a desire for big strawberries.

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“Did you forget anything?” Tul asked, reminding her lover to check her belongings after
hearing the boarding announcement for the Bangkok flight. Cheran checked her backpack,
which was packed with gifts for her family, and confirmed that everything was in order. Her
large suitcase had just been loaded onto the plane.

“All set,” Cheran replied, noting Tul’s downcast expression. It wasn’t due to any specific
reason but rather because they had to part temporarily. The flight Tul had booked was
scheduled to return after Cheran’s by an hour. For someone who had spent nearly every
moment together over the past three days, this separation felt particularly heavy.

“I’ll wait for you at Don Mueang,” Cheran said, not just to comfort Tul but because she
genuinely intended to do so. She cupped Tul’s cheeks, who seemed to brighten up upon
hearing those words, despite the looming four-hour separation.

“Safe travels,” Tul said, not expecting much. Cheran, however, stood on her tiptoes to kiss
Tul’s cheek, unconcerned about the dozens or hundreds of people in the airport.

“I’ll see you in Bangkok,” Cheran said.

“Mm…” Tul watched Cheran’s retreating figure with a lingering gaze. Cheran kept turning
back to wave and smile until she disappeared into the gate.

Hours later, after Cheran’s flight had departed, Tul’s own boarding announcement came.
She checked her flight details, ensuring she hadn’t forgotten anything, and walked to her
gate as planned. Soon, she would reunite with Cheran at Don Mueang Airport. Tul pulled out
her phone and sent a message to Cheran, who was likely nearing Bangkok’s airspace.

“About to board. See you soon.”

Cheran, who had turned off airplane mode while waiting for her luggage, saw the message
from Tul on her screen. Her sweet face lit up with a broad smile, her heart swelling with
happiness.

As her luggage was wheeled along the international departures corridor, Cheran wasn’t in a
hurry to go home. She had chosen a spot where she knew Tul, arriving in about an hour,
would be able to see her clearly. Cheran took out her phone again to send a final message
to Tul, who was likely on her flight back.

“See you soon.”

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special chapter 2
What if…?

What if the vast universe we inhabit isn’t the only one? What if every action, decision, or
even the smallest choice creates parallel paths alongside the world we know? Our lives in an
alternate universe could be completely different. The people we are close to might not even
know us, and societal conditions would vary based on the decisions made by our
counterparts in that universe.

Have you ever wondered how different your life might be if you had chosen a different path?
If you had pursued the arts and languages instead of the science and math your parents
expected? If you had decided to enroll in the program you loved rather than enduring
something you didn’t, or if you had left a stagnant job for a new opportunity? If you had
chosen a different path, would your life still be the same? It’s not just about you; countless
others have alternate choices in the infinite number of universes, each with endless
possibilities.

"What if we had grown up together, with a father and a mother? What would life be like
now... if our father hadn’t been selfish and left us? If our mother hadn’t chosen the easy
path? How would we have grown up? What would our lives be like?"

In a parallel universe where no horrific events have ever occurred, the serial killer has never
appeared and never committed any heinous acts. A young prostitute was not found dead on
a stormy night, and blood never pooled into a disturbing puddle that frightened those who
saw it. The rain’s refreshing scent is unmarred by any disturbing odors.

In a universe with a different storyline, not the world we once knew, the light rain drizzles
against the window, making a gentle patter. The sound isn’t loud enough to disturb someone
deeply asleep. The weather is just right, providing a cool, comfortable atmosphere that
makes it hard to leave the bed. But then, the phone, which had been set to alarm since last
night, blares loudly. Her slender eyebrows furrow in response.

She barely managed to open her eyes, realizing she had only slept for a few hours. After
spending the entire night reviewing the information she needed for her court appearance
later that morning, the third alarm’s ringing finally forced her to get up, despite her groggy
state. Her brain was still fuzzy from sleep as she stretched her arms and reluctantly left the
bed, her eyelids barely open, almost colliding with the edge of the table.

She quickly took care of her morning routine, perhaps spending a bit too much time applying
a bit of makeup to boost her confidence for court. Tul walked over, checking her navy blue
suit to ensure everything was in order. She adjusted her shirt collar, gathered her long hair
into a ponytail, and put on her wristwatch, ready to leave the house.

But then, her fluffy cat came over, weaving between her legs to greet her. Tul bent down to
rub the cat’s head, which had brown-tinted ears, eliciting a contented purr from it.

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“Stay here alone for now, Nong Mushroom,” Tul said, as the Siamese cat swished its tail, its
blue eyes watching her as she prepared to leave. It was hard for Tul to resist staying home,
but she couldn’t afford to miss today.

Today, she didn’t need to go to the law firm where she worked; she could head directly to the
civil court for her scheduled case. She might need to arrive a bit earlier to prepare some
materials with the legal team and assistants who would be waiting for her there.

Before heading to the court, Tul stopped by the café near her condo where she usually
grabbed a cup of coffee before work. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as she
pushed open the door. The barista, who had been working there for nearly two months and
had become a familiar face, greeted her with a smile.

“An Americano with an extra shot, just like usual. Are you alone today?” the young barista
asked, her voice smooth and familiar as she rang up the order. Tul smiled back, glancing at
the name tag on the barista’s apron.

‘Namfon - Trainee’

“My partner has been on duty since last night, hasn’t she?” Tul said, handing over a
banknote to pay for her coffee. Before she could wait for her drink, she noticed a stack of
paper cups arranged in a triangular pyramid on the counter. The face of a young star was
printed on one of them.

A bright smile greeted Tul, with a charming dimple forming on his right cheek. The text on
the cup sleeve read, "Happy Birthday JJ."

"Interested in JJ's birthday project? Our shop is accepting fan club cup sleeves too," Namfon
explained as she noticed Tul eyeing the cup sleeve for a while.

“Oh, is he the one who advertised the facial foam?” Tul asked.

“Oh no, JJ has acted in several dramas, but he’s only remembered from that facial foam ad.
I’m quite disappointed,” Namfon said with a chuckle. They both laughed at the humorous
situation, and Tul scratched her cheek, feeling a bit embarrassed for not being familiar with
many current Thai actors due to a lack of time to watch TV dramas. She had only recognized
the actor from a facial foam advertisement.

Soon, Tul’s Americano was placed on the counter. As usual, the trainee had written
encouraging messages on the cup. Tul took a moment to look for a seat and noticed
someone familiar sitting in a corner reading a book.

“Nan!” Tul called out.

The young woman in a university student’s outfit turned around, slightly surprised to see
someone she knew here. The younger girl quickly greeted Tul with a bow, almost too fast for
Tul to respond.

“I didn’t expect to see you here. Are you around here often?” Tul asked.

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“Yes, I just moved to the same condo as my partner, but it’s been three months already. I
haven’t seen you before,” Nan replied. “I’m here waiting for a friend. She should be at the
same condo as you. There she is—Natt!”

The slim student, wearing square glasses, waved to her friend, who was about to walk off in
the wrong direction. Natt came over, giving a questioning look at Tul.

“This is Tul, the partner I mentioned before,” Nan said.

Upon hearing the description, Natt immediately recognized Tul, though the name was more
familiar from what Nan had previously mentioned. The young man gave a casual bow, and
Tul smiled broadly, acknowledging the familiarity.

They had a brief chat, catching up as acquaintances. Nan and Natt planned to go out for an
off-site work task together, so they had arranged to meet in front of Nan’s condo, which was
not far from the university.

“Looks like I need to head out now. See you later,” Tul said as she checked her watch,
realizing it was time to head to the courthouse. She said her goodbyes to Nan and Natt, who
were waiting for their friend in the café. Tul smiled slightly when she saw the young man
requesting the cup sleeve with JJ's birthday project.

The walk from her condo to the BTS station wasn’t too far, but Tul received a call from her
legal assistant notifying her that the court had moved the case up by an hour. Despite having
allowed plenty of time, she needed to hurry and prepare with her team. Realizing that taking
the BTS might not get her there on time, Tul decided to call a taxi from the nearby bus stop.

As she stood waiting, she noticed something zipping across the pavement almost onto the
main road. At first, she thought it was a rat, but as it turned and bumped into her leather
shoes, she saw it was a toy car that had tipped over. The motor was still whirring, and the
wheels were spinning as if trying to get it to move. A young boy ran up and grabbed the toy.

“Phew, don’t play on the road, okay? It’s dangerous,” a woman scolded the boy, kneeling in
front of him. Her tone was more caring than stern, though Tul could sense she was still
concerned.

“I was bored waiting for the bus,” the boy said with a long drawl, clearly uninterested.

Pornsaman, the woman, stood up and nodded at Tul as an apology for her nephew's
behavior. Tul didn’t seem particularly upset and reassured the woman with a smile.

“It’s alright. Just be careful not to play on the road, okay? Cars could come and cause an
accident,” Tul said gently, kneeling slightly to be at eye level with the child.

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one,” the woman said to the boy.

“Don’t be so stubborn or I won’t buy you one,” she added, smiling as she spoke.

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Tul laughed at the innocent exchange. It was clear that the boy was used to getting his way,
and his aunt felt the need to apologize for him. After ensuring everything was settled, Tul
waved goodbye and went to hail a taxi.

Soon, a green-yellow taxi slowed and stopped beside her. Tul opened the passenger door
and gave the driver her destination. The driver, a man in his forties with some gray hair,
nodded and invited her to get in. The taxi was well-maintained, though it appeared to be
quite old. The driver adjusted the air conditioning to a comfortable level, and the radio played
the morning news.

Tul glanced at the driver’s ID card hanging on the front seat and saw his name was “Wisut
Sangkhaw.”

“Would you mind taking Phaholyothin Road? It might be less congested,” Tul suggested.

The driver agreed, acknowledging his familiarity with the route. The taxi turned onto a
shortcut to avoid the heavy traffic. A brief silence followed before the driver spoke up in a
polite, conversational tone.

“So, what’s the case you’re heading to court for?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m a lawyer, and the court moved the time up, so I need to hurry,” Tul replied.

“It shouldn’t take more than thirty minutes if we take this route. By the way, what’s the case
about? Can you share?” the driver inquired, showing genuine interest.

With nearly twenty years of experience driving a taxi, the driver had met many people and
heard many stories. His job had become almost like a social one, gathering tidbits of
knowledge from his passengers.

Tul shared a brief summary of the case as they drove, appreciating the driver’s friendly
demeanor. The conversation made the journey more pleasant, and the driver’s engaging
questions helped ease the tension of the hurried morning.

“Ah, it’s a case of embezzlement,” Tul explained. “The client I’m representing had nothing to
do with it. They just got caught up because they were a guarantor for the person who
embezzled the funds.”

“Oh, the one that made news? Nearly two million baht, wasn’t it?” the driver said.

“Yes, that’s right. The culprit fled the country, leaving the mess behind. Now, we’re filing a
lawsuit against the guarantor who’s been wronged,” Tul said, summarizing the situation. She
felt comfortable sharing details since she was only temporarily in the cab and trusted the
driver wouldn’t spread the information.

The driver nodded in understanding. “I had a friend who guaranteed a loan for a friend who
then skipped town. He almost lost his house to the bank. It’s true—one shouldn’t trust too
easily, especially with money matters. People can be very deceptive.”

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Tul agreed, adding, “It’s often tough to get justice when people exploit the legal system to
avoid consequences. But we try our best to navigate through the challenges.”

The conversation continued with Tul sharing her experiences in dealing with various cases
involving debts and financial issues. The driver was interested and asked about a specific
case from two years ago involving a wealthy individual who was eventually prosecuted for
hitting a disabled person while driving drunk.

“Oh, that case took quite a while,” the driver said. “I thought the rich would get away with it,
but eventually, justice was served. The victim’s family received compensation, although it
didn’t bring their loved one back.”

Tul nodded, agreeing with the driver’s assessment of the legal system’s shortcomings and
successes.

As they neared her destination, Tul’s phone rang. She checked and realized it was not her
phone but one that had fallen in the taxi. The driver, Wisut, noticed it as well and said, “I
think this phone belongs to a previous passenger. Do you mind answering the call?”

Tul answered, and the caller, a woman named Ploypapas, was relieved to find her phone.
Tul provided her with the details of the taxi driver and assured her that Wisut would return
the phone.

“Her name is Ploypapas. She’s at a logistics company just before we reach your
destination,” Tul told Wisut.

“I’ll make sure to return it to her,” Wisut promised. “Don’t worry.”

Tul handed over the phone and noted the details for the driver. She felt relieved that the
phone, which was both expensive and possibly containing important information, would be
returned.

As the taxi arrived at the courthouse, Wisut wished Tul luck with her case and drove off to
return the phone. Tul entered the courthouse, where her assistant greeted her.

“Wow, I’ve never seen you in a suit before. Someone must have dressed you up,” her
assistant teased.

Tul laughed, realizing that her outfit was a departure from her usual casual wear. She was
greeted by Jew, a former classmate and the daughter of a prominent politician. Jew had
initially aimed for a career in law enforcement but shifted to political science, following her
mother’s advice.

Despite the formality of the setting, Jew greeted Tul with a wide smile and a friendly
demeanor. Tul’s role was more supportive compared to others who had to manage tedious
tasks.

“Has Phuwadol arrived yet? We might need to go over the preparations,” Jew asked,
referring to another member of their team.

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Tul checked her watch, mentally preparing for the upcoming proceedings, and headed into
the courtroom with a mix of anticipation and resolve.

“Phuwadol said he’ll be here in ten minutes. He’s on his way,” Jew reported as she checked
the time.

Tul glanced at her watch, relieved to have some extra time to prepare before meeting the
client. Piles of case files were stacked on the table, and Jew had brought them all in a
foldable cart.

“The reason for the delay is that there’s a big case this afternoon involving MP Chutikarn’s
land fraud. I had to call Phuwadol to hurry up,” Jew explained. Tul was familiar with the
scandal involving the politician, which had stirred public outcry and led to calls for
investigation.

“Good. It’s not a case handled by our firm, right?” Tul asked.

“Not at all. No one wants to take on a case like that. The risk is too high,” Jew replied with a
chuckle. It was not surprising that lawyers would shy away from such high-profile cases,
especially when the defendant was a controversial public figure.

As they continued their preparations, the conversation flowed between the team members.
When Phuwadol arrived, they would head to the courtroom to meet their client, who had
arrived earlier.

Walking through the courthouse, Tul encountered several familiar faces from the legal field.
Among them was Prosecutor Tiwa, a lawyer Tul greatly respected for her skill in the
courtroom. If a defendant was facing Tiwa, the defense lawyers had to work twice as hard to
find a chance of winning.

“It’s a shame I won’t get to challenge you today,” Tiwa said with a familiar tone. She was
chatting with Police Lieutenant Pichet, whom Tul had seen around but never met formally.

“But dealing with the opposing counsel is tough enough,” Tul replied with a dry laugh,
glancing at the police officer. They were rarely involved in civil court unless criminal charges
were also pursued.

“Ah, this is Lieutenant Pichet. He’s here consulting about a case of assault involving the son
of the businessman, Sirapop. You might have seen it in the news,” Tiwa explained.

Tul recalled the news about Sirapop’s son, Wasan, who had assaulted his girlfriend severely.
The incident had been reported multiple times, with the girlfriend posting images of her
injuries online, leading to public outcry.

“Wasan is definitely guilty of assault, but he’s also suing the girlfriend for defamation,
claiming she caused him to lose income due to the online posts,” Tiwa said, sighing.
Sometimes legal loopholes allowed people to exploit the system if they had enough
resources to hire influential lawyers.

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“However, the victim’s brother, who was once a friend of Wasan, has provided additional
evidence beyond just the physical injuries. This could potentially be used against Wasan,”
Tiwa added.

“If the case does go to court, I can recommend the victim consult with a lawyer,” Tiwa
suggested. Tul, ready to assist, handed her business card to Lieutenant Pichet.

“Have the victim contact me for a consultation,” Tul said.

“Consultations are free,” Jew added, but was quickly elbowed by Tul to stay quiet.

With that, Tul and Jew made their way to meet their client, who was waiting outside the
courtroom. The client, Phuwadol, and his family were seated, looking anxious. Tul
approached them, apologizing for the delay and trying to reassure them.

“Stay calm. Leave everything to us,” Tul said, trying to instill confidence in her client, who
had been mistreated by their former employer. The case had dragged on through several
court sessions without resolution, but Tul felt confident with the new evidence and witnesses
she had gathered.

“If Dad wins, he promised to take us out for tea,” chirped the young girl, breaking the tension
with her cheerful voice.

As the trial concluded, Phuwadol and his family waited eagerly in front of the courtroom. Tul
smiled warmly at the young girl, who had only one front tooth left, while her older brother
tugged at their father’s shirt.

“How long will this take, Dad? Will it be long?” the boy asked.

“Not too long, little brother,” Tul said gently, speaking to the ten-year-old as if he were a peer.
She then invited the client to enter the courtroom.

In the late afternoon, a light rain fell, creating a damp and earthy aroma in the air. After over
three hours, the case regarding unfair dismissal was resolved, and the head of the family
would receive adequate compensation for lost income until he found a new job.

The family, including the little girl eager for a big meal, thanked the legal team for their help
in winning the case. What seemed like a hopeless situation had turned around, and they
were now in a much better position.

“So, where are you guys going for dinner?” Jew asked while pulling the cart filled with case
files. Despite the exhaustion, she didn’t regret the effort because their hard work had paid
off.

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“Well,” Tul hesitated, “I have dinner plans with my parents and Ran.”

“Ah, I thought so,” Jew teased, noticing Tul’s more polished appearance compared to usual
court attire. “That’s why you dressed up so nicely. You normally don’t go all out like this.”

“I’ll probably just drop off these files and then head out. If I don’t have a place to go, I might
end up eating alone,” Jew said jokingly, though her tone carried a hint of seriousness.

“Don’t make me sue you for that,” Jew added, referring to the doctor she had been pursuing
for some time but had yet to make any progress with.

“Speaking of Dr. Mae, let’s talk about Ran first,” Jew said, pointing to the striking red
Japanese car that had pulled up in front of the courthouse. As the rain droplets clung to the
car, a beautiful woman emerged from the passenger side, holding an umbrella.

“Mae, what are you doing here?” Jew asked, surprised to see Dr. Mae, who had recently
been mentioned.

“I just finished my shift and heard Ran was coming here, so I came along,” Mae explained,
flashing a sweet smile. “I didn’t want to be left alone if Ran was busy with dinner plans, so I
joined the ride.”

“Not that I’ve complained,” Jew said, feeling awkward as Tul eyed her with a mix of
amusement and mockery. Tul was eager to join Ran and not keep the driver waiting.

“See you tomorrow, Mae. You too, Jew. Goodbye!” Tul said as she said her goodbyes and
made her way to the red Mazda. If it weren’t for her new suit that she didn’t want to get wet,
she might have braved the rain. Instead, she carefully opened her umbrella and walked to
the car.

Inside the car, Tul settled beside Ran, quickly closing the umbrella and shutting the door to
keep the rain out. As she tried to wipe the raindrops from her suit, Ran immediately picked
up a tissue to clean Tul’s wet sleeve.

“You’ll catch a cold if you’re not careful,” Ran said, adjusting the air conditioning to a cooler
setting.

“It’s just a little bit, Doctor. Aren’t you tired? Should I drive?” Tul offered, concerned about
Ran’s well-being. Ran had been juggling medical studies and work, leaving little time for rest.
However, today was a rare chance for Ran to relax.

“No, I’m fine. You can drive back later,” Ran replied, smiling despite her exhaustion.

“Whatever you say, my love. How about I give you a massage when we get back? Are you
sore?” Tul continued to show concern, adjusting her seat to better reach Ran’s shoulder.

“Maybe I’ll hire you for an hour of massage,” Ran joked, but Tul’s playful response was met
with a gentle pinch from Ran.

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“If we lose today, I expect a consolation prize,” Tul said, laughing, as Ran’s playful threat to
punish her was met with a gentle poke.

“Winning or losing, I’m here for you,” Ran said with a smile, as Tul continued to tease her.

At the new restaurant in Thonglor, staff hurriedly set up a reserved table, waving the Mazda
in for parking. As Tul and Ran approached, Tul’s family had yet to arrive. Tul opened her
umbrella and walked out to greet them.

The evening promised a pleasant end to a busy day, with the warmth of family and the
company of loved ones waiting at the restaurant.

Under the same umbrella, Tul carefully guided Ran into the restaurant, ensuring they
avoided getting wet. The jazz music playing softly in the background complemented the
restaurant's atmosphere perfectly. The temperature inside was just right, not too hot or cold.
They were led to their reserved table, where a wine list and menu awaited them. Both Tul
and Ran happily accepted the invitation to taste the restaurant's famous wine.

Soon after, a tall, well-dressed man approached their table. With his fair complexion and
well-groomed appearance, he looked every bit the dashing and meticulous individual. This
was Kavin, one of the restaurant's major partners and a close friend of Tul’s brother.

"How is everything? Are you both okay?" Kavin asked, addressing Tul and Ran. He was one
of the co-owners of the restaurant, which had received excellent feedback since its opening.
His partner, Tin, was the head chef with experience from top hotels, which added to the
restaurant's success.

“Everything’s great, Kavin. This place is amazing,” Tul responded warmly, as she had known
him since childhood. Choosing this restaurant for her family’s special occasion felt like the
right decision.

“Ran, if you need anything, just let me know. If the food isn’t to your liking, just take it out on
my brother-in-law,” Kavin added with a playful grin.

“Will do,” Ran replied softly, having heard stories about Kavin from Tul but never having met
him before.

Shortly after, Ran’s parents arrived, guided by the restaurant staff to the table where their
daughter awaited them. Tul greeted Raksit and Watcharin, with a respectful bow. They
waved back, welcoming her with warm smiles as if she were their own daughter. The couple
took their seats across from Tul and Ran, and the staff promptly served them with additional
wine.

“This restaurant is wonderful. It’s run by your brother, isn’t it?” asked Raksit, recently retired,
as he admired the surroundings.

“Yes, my brother is the head chef here,” Tul confirmed.

Watcharin expressed her interest in trying the salad, mentioning that a friend had
recommended it recently.

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“I’ve ordered it for you already,” Tul said politely, showing her respect for her family.

In no time, the dishes started arriving at their table, each more enticing than the last. From
each person’s favorite dishes to the restaurant’s specialties, everything was beautifully
presented and paired with the finest wine. Raksit, who usually only enjoyed his wife’s
cooking, was impressed by the quality of the food, giving praise to the chef.

When the final special dish was served, Tin himself brought it to the table, dressed in his
chef’s uniform. He placed the dish in front of the guests with a cheerful smile.

“This dish is a special gift for everyone,” Tin said, bowing slightly to the guests who had been
praising the chef. He then returned to the kitchen, leaving Tul and her family delighted.

Kavin, overseeing the overall operation of the restaurant, glanced back at his sister and her
partner, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction seeing them so happy with their loved ones.

“Soon you might be proposing to the doctor for your sister,” Kavin teased, observing the
couple feeding each other and Tul blending seamlessly with her future in-laws.

“Whenever it happens, I’ll be ready to host,” Tin replied, showing his supportive side.

“Oh, the spoiled older brother who has pampered his sister from childhood until now,” Kavin
laughed, recalling their shared past.

“Only those who are only children wouldn’t understand,” Tin retorted, pointing out his
advantage as someone with siblings, unlike Kavin who was an only child.

“That’s right, the only child doesn’t have to share inheritance or anything,” Kavin shot back,
and both men laughed heartily, drawing curious glances from the staff.

“Speaking of childhood, do you remember our math teacher from high school? He’s now a
school principal. He was recently involved in a scandal where students gathered to protest
against him for embezzling school funds. He claimed it was for a study trip abroad, but it
seems he's currently under investigation by the Ministry of Education and might be
dismissed from his position," Kavin said, sharing the news he had just heard with his friend.
Thinking about the unpleasant incidents from his own past still left him feeling resentful.

"Is he the one who used to tutor kids but actually leaked exam answers to his own
students?"

"Yeah, I almost signed up for his classes too. Good thing I was too lazy, so I kept failing math
with you," Kavin said with a laugh. He remembered how they both had to constantly retake
math exams, leading him to question whether choosing a science-math track as his parents
wanted was a good decision.

Tin smiled widely, almost feeling pain from the effort, glancing at his younger sister who had
been living her own life for some time. Soon, there would likely be good news to share with
their mother and him. Thinking of their mother, he imagined her probably tending to her five
cats at home, following the habits of an elderly woman who gets lonely. But soon, he would
return home and cook dinner for her as usual.

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The evening news was playing quietly in the background while its owner listened to the
newsreader with just their ears, while their eyes were busy reading through case files, using
a highlighter to mark important points. The Siamese cat curled up in one corner of the sofa,
indifferent to its owner. Tul was focused on her own work when her partner emerged from
the bathroom. Cheran was in a cute pajama set, ready to sleep even though the sky outside
hadn’t darkened yet.

But no matter how much she wanted to rest, Cheran came over to her partner who had put
aside the case file. Tul opened her arms to welcome the smaller figure into her embrace,
affectionate as ever.

"Not going to bed yet? Should I give you a shoulder massage first?" Tul asked softly, kissing
Cheran’s temple affectionately and inhaling the faint scent of soap from her body which had
just been washed. Tul smiled broadly when Cheran nodded eagerly like a child receiving a
proposal for a massage, adjusting her position so her partner could massage her
comfortably.

But was it only a massage? Tul showered Cheran’s shoulder with kisses repeatedly until
Cheran turned and playfully swatted at her. Meanwhile, their cat, who had been sleeping
soundly, stirred due to the human disturbance and looked at them with sleepy eyes, yawning
and stretching before walking over on all fours to snuggle up to its owner, meowing for
attention until Cheran reached out to scratch the cat’s neck.

"Doesn't look like the doctor who scolded me that day."

“Yeah, that was a mess. You took your mom to see the doctor, sent her to get a blood test
but took her to the wrong room and kept the doctor waiting for hours." Cheran recalled the
day they first met, "The nurses had to search for the missing patient, wasting so much time."

"But you know what? I haven't taken mom to see the doctor since."

"I know. What kind of person sits in a hospital café all day?" Tul laughed, still delighted.
Whenever she recalled the day they first met, it always made her smile. Despite being
scolded by Cheran that day, she kept carrying case files to the hospital café in hopes of
seeing this particular doctor again and again, finally managing to get to know her..

Cheran leaned back, resting her head on her partner. Their legs were intertwined on the long
sofa. Tul gently stroked Cheran’s light brown hair, running her fingers through the bangs of
the person in her arms who was about to doze off.

“Breaking news this evening: The body of an unidentified young woman has been found,
murdered and concealed by the perpetrator. The body was left near the outer ring road.
Preliminary reports indicate the victim was beaten in the face with a hard object multiple

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times until death. Both arms were bound behind her back. The police are currently
investigating the case in detail…”

the end yes :)

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