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Hatchetfield Murder Mystery 4

After surrendering the document she found, Carol waited anxiously for what the authorities would find. In fact, it wasn't just her. Strangely enough, even though the employees of CCRP wanted an answer to diminish their worries, the higher-ups grew even more tight-lipped and hostile to the press. Like they wanted to keep this all secret.

When the results of the autopsies and the analyses of the evidence was all put together, they came to a shocking conclusion. The murderer was Paul Matthews.

But how could it be? One of the murder victims was also Paul Matthews and every single strand of DNA was a match. And so, the authorities cracked down on CCRP even harder, forcing them to reveal what their true nature of their operations. It then comes to light that CCRP has been conducting experiments on humans, particularly dealing with genetics. They had uncovered a cloning experiment that had been successful. That was the document Mr. Davidson had on him when he was murdered. The Paul that they had found dead was Paul 23, the only surviving clone amongst many others that sought freedom from CCRP's control.

There had been public outrage towards CCRP and their operations had to be put to a stop, but there was still the problem of Paul Matthews being out there, and they did not know why else he committed a murder spree, and they did not know if he planned to commit more.

It was during a stakeout one evening when they finally caught him. Paul went down without much of a fight. He was covered in scars, his clothes bloodied and torn, and there was a glint in his eyes one couldn't quite decipher.

After being placed in custody, he testified honestly. It all started when Paul 23 attacked him and left him for dead in an alleyway behind CCRP. Except, he didn't die. The Homeless Guy had found him and tried to patch him up. It was a shoddy job but at least he wasn't dead. While he was healing, the Homeless Guy talked to him, speaking of alternate universes and timelines, warning him that the two of them have been targeted time and time again, by the people around them.

The more Paul thought about the implications, the more he started to believe it's all true. After all, he'd just had an encounter with his evil clone. Come to think of it, if his clone was meant to be like him in every single way, then there must be a part of him that could also act on resentment and revenge. A part that if awakened, could help him prevent the atrocities the Homeless Guy told him about, so that in this universe, he could at least keep his friends safe. If his clone was able to kill, then he should be able to as well.

It started with Sylvia. She was in charge of overseeing most of the projects and experiments CCRP was doing, and she happened to be working late one evening, so Paul took his chance. Armed with a kitchen knife he'd stolen somewhere, he snuck into CCRP and flayed her. How's that for an experiment?

Next, he had to make sure absolutely no one suspected him. And what better way to do that than to have everyone believe he was dead? So he broke into his old place and exacted his revenge on the man who stole his life. It was incredibly cathartic. Now he understood why his clone did it.

Then there was Melissa. The most likely person to have taken his DNA and submitted it for experimentation. The Homeless Guy also told him that she was a serial killer who's been targeting him for the longest time. So he'd gone to her house first to confirm the suspicions, and sure enough, there was another guy there, naked, bound, and mutilated. He waited until Melissa got home from work and surprised her. He let the other man go as well, as long as he promised to never speak a word of it to anyone. He'd given Melissa the treatment she deserved and he left feeling proud of himself for that one.

Then there were the baristas. It's not like they did anything unspeakably horrible to Paul, not even in the stories he'd been told, but he had to direct suspicions elsewhere for the time being and because they had been awful to Emma.

Now, Charlotte was a good person and all, and she'd never hurt a fly, but she was miserable, and Paul's mind had warped enough for him to consider just putting her out of her misery.

Then of course, Mr. Davidson. His superior who recommended him for the experiment altogether. Mr. Davidson once mentioned he wanted to be choked so badly, so really, Paul was just doing him a favor.

At the end of it all, when he was asked why he didn't fight anymore, he simply shrugged and said he's satisfied now that CCRP was a rapidly sinking ship and that his biggest threats were dead. He's kept the people he's cared about the most, safe and that was enough somehow.

Paul had been sentenced to life in prison and he was okay with that. Emma didn't visit, appalled at what happened. Bill hadn't either, fully convinced that Paul just turned into an asshole. Ted came in once, expressed his disappoinment and grief, then never showed up again. Paul took it, said it was okay, and settled back into his cell. This still beats dying in that alleyway, getting turned into a cat, and most of all, being in a fucking musical.

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Hatchetfield Murder Mystery 4

It's been weeks and the question still on everyone's minds is "who's been committing murders within CCRP and who's behind the murders of the Beanies' staff?" Most people are convinced it was just one person. Though some believe there's more.

Ted had grown more depressed than he'd ever been and Bill was not much help with that. Work continued and the load tripled without Paul, Charlotte, and Melissa. Mr. Davidson didn't ease up at all. And so, Ted and Bill groaned and carried on even if they didn't want to keep pretending everything's okay.

The days come and go and there hasn't been another murder. People desperately wanted that to be the end of it so they could stop living in fear, but they all knew that it can't truly be over until the killer is caught and put behind bars.

Early that morning, Carol Davidson walked through the front doors of CCRP and headed up to go see her husband. She told the receptionist she hadn't seen him at all last night and wanted to check if he'd maybe stayed behind to do overtime. It couldn't be anything else, she reasoned. So she was allowed.

When she stepped into the office, she found her husband alright. She found Mr. Davidson collapsed on the floor behind his desk, strangled to death with a studded leather belt. His clothes were also in disarray, torn in some places, revealing bruised skin underneath.

Carol fell to the ground and cradled her husband's cold, stiff body, tears rolling down her face, ruining her makeup. Her vision's blurry but she finds something tucked in her husband's waistband. It was what looked like a crumpled-up contract, but most of the words were covered in blood. She could barely make out the words "experiment" and "successful." The rest of the readable parts were charts and graphs.

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Hatchetfield Murder Mystery 4

With two of the baristas murdered, it was seen fit to close the cafe for an indefinite period. Emma was glad she didn't have to deal with a bigger workload and shitty customers for a while, but it sucked that she has to find something else to do to support herself. And she sure as hell wouldn't even consider taking one of the open positions at CCRP no matter how desperate she got.

Speaking of CCRP, while no one was glad that there were more murders, the scrutiny on them did ease up a little bit, though the fear and paranoia was still there.

Ted went about his job like he was just forced to do chores. Dammit, first, Sylvia from the top floor, then his best friend, then Melissa, then some random person he didn't really care about, and then the Latte Hottay? Fuck this shit.

Charlotte used to be excited last time when Sam came in, but then ever since that last murder, he'd become even more distant from her. And she didn't know why. He'd also been angrier at her whenever he'd catch her smoking at home. So she ended up doing it at work with Ted instead, and after her private sessions with her therapist.

Bill didn't really care all that much. Though he had been messaging and calling Alice a lot more often, making sure she was safe, and thanking God that she wasn't in Hatchetfield now. If this killer was going mostly after women, then this town was not going to be safe for Alice until that killer is behind bars.

Later in the afternoon, Charlotte decided to go on her smoke break alone, while Ted was off assisting another section with one of the information systems.

A while later, Ted came back to the Tech Department, asking where Charlotte was. Bill answered that she had been on a break for... "More than an hour?" That couldn't be right.

Ted headed out to go look for Charlotte at their usual spot, planning to tease her about not inviting him, but then he stopped dead in his tracks when he finally found her.

Charlotte was face-down on the ground, her flask still in one hand and pieces of an electronic device surrounded her. There was no rise or fall to indicate her breathing. Ted cursed and leaned down to check, realizing belatedly that he doesn't have a clue about first aid. So he ended up calling for help again.

It was later determined that she suffered blunt force trauma caused by a strong blow to the back of her head. Ted was inconsolable but he managed to say that the pieces he'd seen looked a lot like the parts of the printer they'd disposed earlier that day. When asked about who could've done it, he truly had no idea.

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Hatchetfield Murder Mystery 4

More paranoia and suspicion spread throughout Hatchetfield. While it wasn't certain that Nora's death was in connection to the string CCRP deaths, the areas were close enough that it wasn't impossible to suspect that whoever killed Nora was also the one who killed Sylvia, Paul, and Melissa.

Business at Beanies grew slower with people fearing what might be going in their drinks. Nora was found with her arm obliterated in a blender, though the same was taken into police custody. Sure, they would spit in the coffee, but they're not gonna make their customers drink blood, geez.

Zoey and Emma couldn't deny that the work atmosphere was different, and it's not just because they had more of a workload. Zoey paid more attention to the customers, and Emma put more effort into being more polite. For all they knew, Nora might have been killed by a customer who snapped out of nowhere. Zoey came along with Emma more often when Emma offered rides, or they'd wait until the other baristas were in, or Emma would wait until Sam picked Zoey up, before looking away. Sure, she didn't like the guy, but his presence was still some kind of deterrent, right?

One evening, Zoey's shift ended earlier than Emma's, so she clocked out and headed out to get into Sam's car. Like routine. Emma nodded and went back to cleaning the counter, not thinking anything of it.

The next day, Emma grew confused why Zoey hadn't come in way past her scheduled shift. She cursed, dammit Zoey could've at least told her is she was gonna skip work altogether. It wasn't until much later that she overheard gossip from some of the customers.

Another person had been murdered. This time, just outside the Starlight Theater's stage door. Emma listened in more to pick up more bits and pieces of the story.

"...she was treated like an ash tray."

"Yeah... But she died with her throat slit."

"...think it's cuz of a lover's quarrel."

"Nah ...probably was by some creep trying to make a move."

"or an addict..."

"...haven't you seen the way that cop acted around her though?"

"...it's fucked up. Yeah."

Dread settled in the pit of Emma's stomach. They were talking about Zoey, weren't they? Emma snuck into the back room to look up today's news. Sure enough, Zoey Chambers was found dead in the alley behind the Starlight Theater. They said she tried to fight back, but it had been too difficult with the gash in her neck. When she finally collapsed from blood loss, the killer cruelly snuffed out what may be a cigarette or a blunt on her skin.

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Hatchetfield Murder Mystery 4

Within a span of a few weeks, four CCRP employees have been murdered mysteriously. Most speculate that the murderer has got to be someone in the company and they're going to be targeting more of their fellow employees.

The administration has been trying to find suitable replacements for Sylvia, Paul, and Melissa, but with the news of a killer, it was quite the deterrent. Capitalism and corporate work kills the soul, sure, but now there's a literal killer on the prowl in CCRP too.

Gossip and speculation fly. People try to figure out what else the three victims had in common, in order to make sense of why they were killed, but it was all just theories. Could they all have something in common? Did they all piss off the same person? If so, then who? There were still no definite answers.

The CCRP Tech Department especially kept to themselves more during these times. Lately, Mr. Davidson had been asking the team to do a few additional work errands here and there, so now, there's less time for the group to laze around or goof around. At least for Charlotte, it meant she got to see Sam at her workplace every now and then when he had to come in with the investigation team. She could pretend he cared enough to worry about her safety.

Still, the days pass and somehow it makes people more anxious when there haven't been any more murders yet, because people were just expecting it to happen any moment now.

And it did. But it wasn't at CCRP. It was at the quaint little coffee shop a block away from the office — Beanies.

Zoey and Emma slipped into the backroom so they could get ready for their shift, but the morning ritual comes to a halt when they step out into the cafe proper.

Nora was slumped on the counter, her face contorted in a pained expression. Her arm was in the blender which was now filled to the brim with blood. Her uniform was askew and her name tag looked like it had been ripped off, judging by the hole in her blouse.

For the first time, Zoey and Emma clung to each other in shock and fear. Zoey's hands shook as she called Sam, and Emma dared to check for any vital signs. There were none.

Soon, the cops and emergency team came and took care of the crime scene.

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Hatchetfield Murder Mystery 4

In the following days, CCRP had been under more scrutiny. Could it be that the two deaths were related? Or did Paul discover something he shouldn't have and the murderer went after him? They would never know.

Bill was vocal in expressing how upset he was, and Ted and Charlotte drank more, swapping flasks every now and then. Ted was surprisingly more quiet, knowing he couldn't joke around with the others as much anymore. And of course, part of him was nervous he might be next, because he'd been with Paul when they found Sylvia.

The atmosphere at work had grown even more tense. This time, Melissa was the one who hadn't been coming to work and Mr. Davidson was forced to take on more work and more questions. Bill and Ted concluded that it was because of what happened to Paul. Looks like he was the only reason she even bothered to show up.

Meanwhile, at Beanies, Emma had also been a lot less enthusiastic than usual. All her customers are absolute jerks now, and it sucked. She kinda wished she at least got to take Paul on a date before... That. And she wished people would shut up with their theories whenever they came in.

Soon, the authorities discovered a new lead. The FBI revealed that there was a serial killer working at CCRP and they were led to Melissa's home.

Not wasting anymore time, they bust open the door and find an open gift box in the middle of the coffee table. And when they peeked inside, they saw a pair of rotting hands, where one of the wrists bore a tattoo that read "23." It was hard to tell if it was gifted or if it was about to be gifted

Warily, the cops searched the rest of the scene, but they didn't find the owner of the house. At least, not inside.

Outside in the backyard, by a large tree, there was a person strung up with chains and cuffs, like livestock. Upon inspection, it was the owner of the house herself, Melissa. Her hair was a mess, her glasses askew, her clothes torn, and besides stab wounds, there were long, wire-thin lacerations along her skin. Looks like the tables have turned.

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Oh. A tie. How interesting...

Hatchetfield Murder Mystery 4

It had been a few days since Sylvia's murder, and while CCRP was still shaken, they couldn't let that incident hinder their productivity at work. The higher-ups discouraged the employees from ever talking about the incident, in fear of spreading more scandal. The company was under enough public scrutiny as is. They said they would handle it and get to the bottom of it. Mr. Davidson and Melissa had been tight-lipped about it as well. Understandably so, with the two of them also under investigation.

Work was never quite the same. The atmosphere was tense and people were suspicious of each other. It had to have been someone who worked in CCRP. Who else could've had access to the offices to do that to Sylvia?

Even Ted had grown more quiet since the incident. He was also a bit scared of what happened, so lately, he'd ask Charlotte to come with him when visiting the other offices, especially since Paul hadn't come in since the incident. They all get it. Paul's an anxious guy, and he was clearly traumatized. They wouldn't be surprised if the next time they saw Paul was when he hands in a resignation letter.

It took days, maybe weeks. Eventually, during one of their coffee breaks, Ted headed over to Beanies. Emma usually hated talking to Ted, but something had been bugging her for a week. "Hey, your friend hasn't showed up in a while, y'know, the tall awkward guy, brown hair, blue eyes, always orders black coffee. Is he okay?" She asked.

Ted shrugged. "I dunno. Paul hasn't been in since that time we saw-" He cut himself off, shaking his head. He didn't want to think about it.

Emma squinted then nodded. "Oh, okay. Maybe he finally settled for a coffee shop with no singing."

Ted chuckled. "Yep. That's probably it."

The conversation ended after the exchange of payment for a chai iced tea, and Ted headed back to CCRP. Huh. That was weird. Paul might not want to go to work, but it's been strange he hasn't at least gotten coffee from Beanies since then. Especially with the way Paul always seemed so excited to go to Beanies to visit Emma and stare at her like a lovesick puppy.

It wasn't until later that evening that the news came. After days of complaining about a foul-smelling house, the cops broke in and found something horrific. There was a man, bound to a chair, his head hung. His skin was pale and sickly looking as he was already starting to decompose. At his feet was a dried pool of blood. And behind him, his hands were cut off, just a couple of inches above his wrists. Where the hands have gone, no one can tell. But it was clear that the man died of blood loss after being mutilated and left there. Soon, he was identified as Paul Matthews.

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Hatchetfield Murder Mystery 4

It had been a few days since Sylvia's murder, and while CCRP was still shaken, they couldn't let that incident hinder their productivity at work. The higher-ups discouraged the employees from ever talking about the incident, in fear of spreading more scandal. The company was under enough public scrutiny as is. They said they would handle it and get to the bottom of it. Mr. Davidson and Melissa had been tight-lipped about it as well. Understandably so, with the two of them also under investigation.

Work was never quite the same. The atmosphere was tense and people were suspicious of each other. It had to have been someone who worked in CCRP. Who else could've had access to the offices to do that to Sylvia?

Even Ted had grown more quiet since the incident. He was also a bit scared of what happened, so lately, he'd ask Charlotte to come with him when visiting the other offices, especially since Paul hadn't come in since the incident. They all get it. Paul's an anxious guy, and he was clearly traumatized. They wouldn't be surprised if the next time they saw Paul was when he hands in a resignation letter.

It took days, maybe weeks. Eventually, during one of their coffee breaks, Ted headed over to Beanies. Emma usually hated talking to Ted, but something had been bugging her for a week. "Hey, your friend hasn't showed up in a while, y'know, the tall awkward guy, brown hair, blue eyes, always orders black coffee. Is he okay?" She asked.

Ted shrugged. "I dunno. Paul hasn't been in since that time we saw-" He cut himself off, shaking his head. He didn't want to think about it.

Emma squinted then nodded. "Oh, okay. Maybe he finally settled for a coffee shop with no singing."

Ted chuckled. "Yep. That's probably it."

The conversation ended after the exchange of payment for a chai iced tea, and Ted headed back to CCRP. Huh. That was weird. Paul might not want to go to work, but it's been strange he hasn't at least gotten coffee from Beanies since then. Especially with the way Paul always seemed so excited to go to Beanies to visit Emma and stare at her like a lovesick puppy.

It wasn't until later that evening that the news came. After days of complaining about a foul-smelling house, the cops broke in and found something horrific. There was a man, bound to a chair, his head hung. His skin was pale and sickly looking as he was already starting to decompose. At his feet was a dried pool of blood. And behind him, his hands were cut off, just a couple of inches above his wrists. Where the hands have gone, no one can tell. But it was clear that the man died of blood loss after being mutilated and left there. Soon, he was identified as Paul Matthews.

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Murder Mystery 4

It was a lazy morning at CCRP. Workers slowly trickled into the office as they clocked in. The entire technical team settled in their offices and started working, mostly. Paul was still cramming on his accomplishment report, Charlotte was staring off into the distance looking distraught, Bill was on Messenger, checking up on whether Alice got to school safely, and Ted was leaning back in his chair, spinning in lazy circles.

Eventually, the phone next to Charlotte rang. It was Melissa, calling to inform the team that Mr. Davidson was requesting for Ted and Paul's assistance for the upcoming meeting in the conference room on the top floor. Ted pumped his fist at the opportunity to flirt with the hotties on the top floor, and Paul rolled his eyes at Ted's comments.

When they got to the conference room, Mr. Davidson wasn't there and the lights were turned off. So Ted flipped the switch and almost immediately screamed. Paul's face was drained of color and it looked like he was gonna hurl any moment now.

On the table, was Sylvia, sliced open from her chest down to her abdomen. Her hands were held in place by kitchen knives. It was like she'd been dissected. Ted was yelling and cursing and dragging Paul out of the room so that someone else, with more authority or whatever, could take care of it.

It seemed like there were signs of a struggle before Sylvia was gutted though, there were errant papers and toppled chairs around the conference table. There were also quite a few bruises on Sylvia's skin.

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Murder Mystery 3

It took a couple more days before the murderer was caught. With the evidence amassed, it was concluded that Zoey Chambers was responsible for the deaths of Ted Spankoffski, Linda Monroe, Gerald Monroe, Roman Murray, and Henry Hidgens.

The arrest happened after rehearsals for the new show intended to replace Workin' Boys. The cast was told to take ten, and Zoey went to grab her water when strong arms wrestled her into handcuffs. Officer Bailey had been the one to take her to the station.

During interrogation, she scowled and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, she tells them she would only speak to Sam, but the station knew better by now.

Trying to get a confession was long and arduous, but it was done. With Ted, it had been an accident. She was delivering coffee to CCRP when he came onto her and she resisted. Since then, she figured she could probably get away with anything. And it would've been the true test of how far she's come as an actress.

First was Linda Monroe, the insufferably spoiled Karen who always complained when she came in and was incredibly vain and poorphobic. So she stole some of Gerald's injections and jammed them into the woman's face and threw her into the Nantucket.

Then of course, her husband was just as terrible of a person. So maybe she slipped in a surprise into his favorite treats, to put him out of his misery and grief.

Then came Roman Murray. It was rather intimidating to go after one of the most powerful men in Hatchetfield, but she easily found out about his weak spot and spent a few days enjoying the benefits, but she eventually had enough and hacked him in his own bed, shoving his own money into his chest.

And last was Henry Hidgens. Now that one was personal. Somehow, the old man managed to put his dream show on at the Starlight and had publicly humiliated her by telling her she was never good enough to make it anywhere, much less Broadway. Well, Zoey decided that if she couldn't make it, then he wouldn't either. So on opening night, she'd stolen Sam's gun and used those sewing skills her Mima taught her.

After admitting it all, Zoey was brought to her holding cell. She passed Sam on the way there, whose face hardly hid the internal turmoil he was feeling.

Zoey waited for him to bust her out eventually, but the day never came. Perhaps she wasn't "Hatchetfield's favorite star on the rise" anymore, but she's managed to forge an entirely new legacy for herself.

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Murder Mystery 3

One afternoon, you walk past the Starlight Theater. Looking up from your phone, you notice there's a new name of the show on the marquis. It now read, "Workin' Boys: a New Musical" and opening night is tomorrow evening. You shrug, thinking, "Yeah, a couple of hours in the theater should be a good distraction from the stresses of everyday life." Plus, everyone else would have to shut up about the recent murders. So you buy yourself and another special person, tickets to opening night.

The next day, you hurry home from work/school and get ready for the show. You met your friend/partner/family member outside the Starlight, and soon you're led to your seats by an usher who smiles and tells you to enjoy the show.

Soon, the lights dim and the curtain rises. Then there's screaming. You weren't sure whether it was part of the show. The petrified actor on stage points to the pit.

At first, it seemed like nothing was wrong. But from the actor's perspective, he's seeing Henry Hidgens, the playwright of the musical, sitting at the piano, with some gaping hole in his throat, dripping blood on the ivory keys, and even eerier than that, his mouth had been literally sewn shut.

Immediately, a few cops from the audience get up to investigate. You're a bit surprised they were there, but then again, the HFPD's a sucker for theatre.

You and your companion get escorted out of the theater by the usher from earlier, and the show was cancelled. So much for an escape from reality.

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Murder Mystery 3

It had been perhaps a week until another murder turned up. This time at the Murray Mansion. The Monroe boys were thankfully at school at the time, when the maid passed out from the sight that greeted her.

Lying in the middle of a grand bed, was the body of her employer, Roman Murray. The gruesomeness of it all was a stark contrast to the luxury that surrounded him. He laid on top of silky sheets and in a pool of his blood, with his guts spilling out of the gaping hole from his chest down to his abdomen.

It looked like he'd been cleaved open, but what was bizarre was that there were crumpled dollar bills stuffed into him. One could infer that it sends a message that not even his money couldn't save him after all.

When the maid came to, she said that Roman typically brought company over, but she never thought to ask who they were, nor did she keep track of what they look like.

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Murder Mystery 3

A few days past, of rumors milling around town and many believed that Linda’s own husband was the one who caused her demise. Most of them wouldn’t blame him for snapping though, Linda had been an awful woman and it was only a matter of time. Besides, that left him and the children to inherit Linda’s extravagant estate and insurance premiums.

He hadn’t spoken to anyone about what happened, opting to focus on their sons and work. After all, he’d been advised by Gary not to entertain any of the accusations. So he hadn’t.

Life was more quiet, and Gerald quickly found out that he’s now free to enjoy whatever food he wanted. So now, he’s able to have his daily dose of Cinnabon.

However, the freedom would soon come to an end when one afternoon, Gerald’s assistant peered into the office and found Gerald Monroe face-down on his desk, a half-eaten cinnamon roll under his nose and mouth, and blood pouring out of this throat. The assistant screams for help and soon, when a team has begun to investigate, they found razor blades lodged inside Gerald’s throat, deep cuts from within. It was likely that they were buried into the cinnamon roll and Gerald ate it unknowingly.

This has prompted the team to investigate the Cinnabon branch at the mall, where Gerald was a regular customer. In the mean time, the children would have to mourn the loss of another parent.

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Murder Mystery 3

A few days later, a group of friends decides to take a dip in the lake. Shedding their clothes off and picking up their inflatables, they took off running towards the water. They swam for hours, splashing each other, playing games, and competing on who did the best cannonballs.

One of the teens, felt something bump against her back. She was pretty sure her boyfriend was just teasing, so she spun around.

What she saw sent her screaming and flailing towards the shore. It was a body, floating in the water. Blonde with a small frame. The rest of the teens turned towards the commotion and they saw it too. A lifeless corpse of a middle-aged woman with syringes all over her face, causing it to bloat in some spots.

The group scrambled out of the water and away into their homes, not wanting to be caught with the body and become potential suspects.

It took a while until the authorities eventually found the body. Though it was deformed, almost to the point of non-recognition, they managed to identify the corpse as one Linda Monroe, the president of Hatchetfield's Boating Society. And it was later discovered that the syringes had once contained plastic surgery fillers. Whether she died before or after getting thrown in the lake, was yet to be determined.

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Murder Mystery 3

You're walking along the street, a cup of shitty coffee from Beanies in your hand. The Greenpeace Girl tries to convince you to donate to the organization and you try to just keep going on with your day.

It's a typical scene around the CCRP area. And then there's the distant sound of glass shattering. Shards rain down on the pavement below as a body is hurtling through the air, until it hits the ground with a loud crack. People gather around the scene and upon closer inspection, you see Ted Spankoffski's mangled and lifeless body on the concrete.

Looking up, you don't see anyone else close to the window that Ted had fallen from. It was no secret that the man was disliked by almost everyone he ever interacted with, and that he was prone to vices. Most chalked it up to an accident, thinking the man had drunkenly stumbled through the window at work, though Paul Matthews was certain he'd told Ted not to drink on the job just a few minutes before the accident. Later, it was found that a piece of black fabric had been caught on Ted's now-broken wristwatch.

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Murder Mystery 2

It looks like the rest of Hatchetfield can sleep safe now that the killer has been apprehended. Emma Perkins was found guilty for the murders of Zoey Chambers and Ted Spankoffski.

She claimed that she'd had enough of how terrible persons the two were, with Zoey being a pain to work with and with Ted constantly being a disgusting bastard.

Nevertheless, justice will be served.