The Voice
Description
There was a case of serial murder in a city. The victims were killed in the same way, namely strangled and made like suicide. All victims also had relations with each other, making the police suspect that the killer also knew them.
And a survivor said that before the killer in action he would sing to appease his victims.
Kim Wonshik, the young police detective, found a CCTV recording at the home of one of the victims, and identified the perpetrators quickly.
He is Jung Taekwoon, a shy student who lives a few blocks from his apartment.
But how is that possible?
Wonshik really knows Taekwoon, he doesn't believe Taekwoon who will even cry seeing a dead cat is a murderer.
But CCTV can't be wrong.
What really happened?
Foreword
It was a silent night.
He walked slowly, approaching a little girl sitting on her bed. He sat on the edge of the bed; his eyes curved implying a smile hidden behind his mask. His hands slowly stretched out, gently caressing her hair.
“Sweet child,” he said, “am I bothering you?”
The little girl shook her head, her bangs swaying and her clear eyes blinking showed the purity of her soul.
He chuckled, then shifted closer and carried the little girl, holding her in his lap. “Are you my Papa’s guest?” she asked, her voice so smoothly squeaking.
He kept quiet for a moment, then he nodded.
“Then why are you here?”
“Your Papa is buying snacks. He asked me to accompany you for a while.”
“Mama?”
“She’s in the bathroom.”
“The little girl nodded, she then crawled back to her bed. “Papa always tells me that I can’t sit on the guest’s lap, it’s impolite,” she said, “you’re not angry right?”
“No,” he replied, “your Papa taught you good manners.”
“He is the best teacher in his school.”
“Well good then. Now, you must go sleep. Papa must have taught you not to sleep late, right?”
The little girl nodded, she lay in bed. He shifted again, closer to the little girl. His hand continued to caress the little girl’s hair, softly humming even though the sound is muffled by his mask.
The girl smiled, she whispered, “Your voice is good.”
“Do you like it?” he asked.
She nodded.
His eyes curved again, indicating the smile that was engraved behind his mask. He brought his face closer to the girl’s ear, a sweet whisper came from his mouth.
“Sleep well, I’ll sing for you.”
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Hello, welcome to fan fiction “The Voice.”
This is my first English fan fiction, so I apologize if there is a grammar error in the story (English is not my first language so… please forgive me.)
Hopefully, you will like this story.
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Thank you ^^
P.S : the story will be upload every weekend (I don’t know whether it is Friday, Saturday, or Sunday but I’ll do my best)
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