National Forensic Doctor

Chapter 1363: Chapter 1289: Bloody Game (Part 5)

The 1.82-meter-tall Ismail, along with the senator Steva’s son Kadar Stava, covered their heads as they walked along the road. Upon hearing a car behind them, they put their thumbs up.

However, after half a day had passed, no one was willing to stop and pick them up.

A day and night of walking in the wild had sapped much of their energy, leaving them looking particularly unkempt. The sweat from the sweltering weather had marinated them, and their ill-fitting clothes were both dirty and wrinkled.

"We need to find a place to rest." Kadar Stava finished the last bit of water from his bottle, threw it away, and said.

Ismail muttered, "I can still go on."

"We can’t wait until we’re too tired to move before resting. We won’t be able to kill anyone then," Kadar said, patting the gun at his waist. He then adjusted Ismail’s backpack before turning his gaze towards the village on the right.

They had brought two guns, but in order to build their courage and hone their skills, Kadar chose not to use a gun himself, opting instead to kill with a knife.

As it turned out, this greatly benefited them. After just one roadside murder, they were completely fearless. So much so that when they returned to their suburban villa to kill his father and that vile woman, Kadar could unleash all his accumulated resentment like a villain, and without any surprise, he managed to kill them both.

Kadar personally killed the stepmother he despised most, and Ismail helped him kill his father. Although Kadar felt a bit regretful, unsure if he should have personally shot his father, at that moment, it was the happiest, freest, most blissful time of Kadar’s life.

"Since we can’t hitch a ride, let’s go to that house," Kadar suddenly pointed to a three-story building outside the village. He continued, "Let’s go see if anyone’s there, preferably one or two people, kill them all, then we’ll sleep inside, eat something, and rest up before moving on."

"What if someone comes halfway?"

"Then we’ll bring them inside before killing them," Kadar replied nonchalantly. He had a casual mindset; the two guns and two knives, combined with their experience in killing, would allow them to handle a few more people if necessary.

Though Ismail was tall, he always listened to Kadar. He was not naturally assertive and was even more timid. He only asked, "What if people outside hear the gunshots?"

"Just check for people around before we kill. If we shoot inside the room, no one will hear from a few dozen meters away." Kadar elaborated, "If the people inside are easy to kill, then use a knife to save bullets."

"Sure." Ismail agreed readily. During their previous murders, he hadn’t used a knife; this time, he really wanted to practice.

The two young men finished their brief conversation and stepped off the highway, walking along a field path towards the nearest three-story house.

Outside the house were lush trees with broad leaves, flowering plants with large petals, a fat Old Dog, and a wide-open front door where a chubby little child was running around playing.

"Hello, is anyone home? We’d like to get some water," Kadar, who had received a good education, politely called from the doorway.

Inside the house, a woman in her twenties stepped out, glanced at the smiling Kadar, then at the tall Ismail standing behind him, and asked, "Are you both students? What are you doing here?"

"Gap year. We wanted to take a year off before university, planning to backpack all the way to the coastal city." Kadar continued politely, "May I ask your name?"

"Ella."

"Ella, I’m Kadar. Nice to meet you." Kadar appeared very gentlemanly.

Ella gathered her hair and smiled, saying, "Kadar, nice to meet you too. The coastal city is quite far; I remember it takes five or six hours to drive there."

"It’s still 320 kilometers away. We aim to walk a portion, hitch a ride when possible, and ideally walk for a week or more to train ourselves. Once we reach the coastal city, we plan to board a ship to another country and continue our journey," Kadar spoke the truth. Their plan was to reach the coastal city, find a ship, and smuggle themselves to another country.

Much like the murder plan, Kadar decided to treat their journey in Dama as practice. This was a familiar environment to them, and once they perfected their backpacking skills here, they could continue their journey overseas.

The succession of nouns piqued Ella’s interest, and she couldn’t help but express some envy, saying, "Your life sounds wonderful. Aren’t you scared?"

"Scared? There’s no need," Kadar smiled and said, "Life is just a game, after all."

Ella paused momentarily, then laughed, "Very profound."

She assumed they were merely pretending to be profound, like her husband had in his youth. She was completely unaware that these two, despite their young age, had already committed random murders and patricide, and were in the most damaging period of their lives.

"Your life seems good too." Kadar continued, glancing at the child in the yard, asking, "Is this your child? How many people are in your household?"

"Yes, mine. In my house, there’s also the child’s grandmother, who’s napping. Right, you needed water, right? I’ll get you some..." Ella said as she turned to go inside.

Kadar exchanged a glance with Ismail, following the woman into the kitchen. As he walked, he pulled the left sleeve of his jacket down to his wrist, then donned a motorcycle glove on his left hand, and drew out a knife with his right hand. Silently, he stabbed it into Ella’s waist from behind, while his left hand gripped her neck.

After two killings, Kadar had learned some new techniques from videos, and this time he specifically aimed at the woman’s liver. noveldrama

Just as the video instructed, the woman bent over in half in pain, unable to move and losing her strength, she could only claw at Kadar’s glove with her hands, looking at him with eyes full of shock.

"Kadar, should we maybe just..." Ismail, who stood 1.82 meters tall, closed the courtyard door and followed him in. He was about to finish his sentence when he was startled to see Kadar’s knife already plunged into Ella’s waist.

"Maybe what?" Kadar had already killed two people with a knife, and both times he had done it face-to-face, his psychological endurance was very strong. He looked calmly at Ismail, his right hand twisting the knife a couple of times.

Ella’s eyes were bulging out in pain, her face distorted beyond recognition, blood gushing from her waist. The hand holding onto Kadar’s glove soon turned into a tug, and then she only had enough strength left to grasp his arm.

Ismail swallowed and said, "I was going to say, she’s been quite good to us, we didn’t actually need to kill her, just stay one night maybe it would be easier."

"Stay the night? In her home, there are only two women, a child, and a dog, why would she let us stay? If she could point us to a hotel or help us call a car, that would already be good. Letting men stay is a very dangerous thing." As Kadar said this, he slowly lowered Ella, and then pulled out his knife, gesturing on her neck before viciously cutting in.

The knife went in deep, severing her trachea and blood vessels, Ella didn’t even have time for a final scream.

"I didn’t save any for you, see if you want to practice on the kid or just go up and kill the old folks directly," Kadar wiped the blood clean on Ella’s clothes.

Ella might not have heard what he said, her gaze solidified for a second, then her pupils dilated.

"Dead." Kadar stood up, sheathing his knife, drawing his pistol, he said, "I’ll cover you, try killing with a knife."

"Alright." Ismail then drew his own knife.

He carried a Mad Dog advanced tactical assault knife, very popular, very expensive, and very hard to get, but because it was so famous, it was somewhat of a cliché weapon in the knife world. However, no matter how arrogant the collectors, or how experienced they were in calling it a Mad Dog knife or looking down on the mass and unadvanced Mad Dog tactical assault knife, those who had actually killed with it were few.

Ismail licked his lips, proudly grabbed his Mad Dog knife, holding it forward in his right hand, and walked up the stairs.

...

Wednesday.

The atmosphere in the Dama Police Station was still relatively relaxed.

Jiang Yuan’s arrival not only helped with old cases but also gave everyone a strong psychological hint, a sense of security that someone had their back.

Yes, even the police desire a sense of security.

Jiang Yuan was still watching surveillance footage, this time it was videos from various bus and train stations and airports.

Liu Jinghui was standing in front of several maps in deep thought, occasionally picking up the pad to check some information.

For Jiang Yuan and the others who were familiar with the domestic environment, once the suspects in a case were identified, the case was essentially considered solved, especially since Jiang Yuan could provide a lot of evidence, sending it for examination hardly required additional investigation. In contrast, they often had to go back and forth during the death penalty review.

The situation in Dama was slightly different, Jiang Yuan and Liu Jinghui didn’t find it difficult. They had caught fugitives before; as long as they combed through carefully, the fugitive’s escape space would continuously shrink. The only thing they needed to be wary of was not letting the killer escape the country.

Thud, thud, thud.

Ni Cha’s large shoes made a series of sounds as he pushed the door open and entered.

"Someone claims to have seen two teenage backpackers trying to hitch a ride on the road, one of them was tall, about 1.8 meters. The place they met is here..." Ni Cha marked a circle on the map in front of Liu Jinghui.

"Are they walking along the highway?" Liu Jinghui had been looking at the map for most of the day, countless place names instantly popped into his mind.

"That’s what the driver said, and I’ve asked people to find more drivers for questioning." Ni Cha said.

"You can ask drivers from transportation companies, there must be drivers who passed by at the same time and saw the two of them." Liu Jinghui suggested, which was translated by the interpreter.

"Good idea." Ni Cha picked up the phone with a relaxed expression, feeling like working with Jiang Yuan and others made solving cases as easy as having a meal with friends.