After Grosh's leave. Blake turned off his car and stood for a bit, catching his breath while looking at the apartments.

  So he jumped out and went to investigate.

  Once he entered the dark apartment. He tried to light up the lamps. But they didn't react. He checked the fuses, and for his astonishment, fuses were missing from the fuse box sockets. Expect one. That particularly fuse was connected to the bathroom's light!

  He closed the metal trapdoor and entered the bathroom.

  The corpse in the bathtub looked even worse from before, like it was rotting three times faster than usual!

  Blake wasn't disgusted or shocked. He saw much worse things than that. Those years of work made him numb for those gross scenes! So he looked up first at the broken mirror...

  The cracks look odd, as if they weren't accidentally broken, more like a pattern that serves to hide something. He looked down at the chessboard, which was missing figure pieces. Blake exhale looked back at Daniel's corpse and then saw something interesting. His eyes were closed and stitched together with black string! He invested the stitches with his finger and thought. - I've seen this method before. But it's not possible to be him!

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  He pulled a small swiss army knife out of his pocket and cut the threads, opening the corpse's eyes! The eyeballs in his eye sockets were different! The right one was blue, and the other was green!

  Detective Blake grabbed his arm. And there was a big scar on his wrist...

  Blake took out his phone and entered Oliver's number.

  - Hello, who is this? - Asked Oliver on the phone.

  - An old fella o' yours. - He said.

  - Oh, Detective Blake. Why are you calling me?

  - Let's say I've discovered a new lead on our little case.

  - I knew I could trust you. Now tell me — what is it?

  - I can't explain you right now — I need something from you.

  - How can I help you, then?

  - I need an interrogation room.

  - When do you need it?

  - Tomorrow.

  An unexpectedly heavy rumble came from the living room, like something solid crashing to the floor. Blake

  - Blake? - Asked Oliver. But Blake stood in silence.

  - Blake? Answer me! - He repeats.

  - There's someone in the apartment. - Said calmly, Blake, and hung up the phone.

  He opened his jacket. Аnd took his gun from inside pocket! Stood next to the door. He opens slowly and steadily. With a pointed gun towards the interior of the apartment where he assumed the sound came from.

  - I have a gun! If you want to live, show yourself! - He screamed! But there wasn't evan a little move. So he stepped into the living room. And discovere a fellen stone vase on the floor! He investigated the whole place. but there wasn't anyone...