As soon as she saw the condition of the corpse which, gosh, was so messy, Becca couldn't help turning around and shoving everyone who got in her way, then looking for a hidden place to vomit all of her insides. What she just saw will probably haunt her until she dies. How could I not, the inside of the car really changed like a butcher's place.

The rancid smell of oxidized blood, blood splashing on the window, small pieces of human brain and flesh stuck to the seat, steering wheel, dashboard, to the car door is a combination that is rightly called the smell of hell. She only saw a corpse in less than five seconds, and that already made her eyes water and the food that was in her stomach back up into her esophagus.

Even after Becca felt that her stomach contents had been completely drained, she still felt nauseous and in the end she could only vomit empty air—which actually made her stomach and chest hurt. It took her a full two minutes to completely forget what she was seeing so she could only sit crouched down with her palms covering her face.

Who did this? Is it the monster? If so, why did she use a different way of killing? Is she mad because I found a clue to catch her? Becca bit her own tongue because she had doubts that the bloodied corpse she had seen was just a hallucination. But when she felt sick and heard another police officer vomiting like her, she became convinced that the corpse with its head crushed was real.

"What's wrong with you?" Freen walked over, she bents down, peering into Becca's face from the right side. Becca didn't give an answer and just shook her head, which made Freen snort softly. "You've never seen anything like this so you can't control the urge to vomit. Come on, get used to it." With that, Freen grabbed Becca's arm and led the woman to walk towards the crime scene which had been given a safety line.

Freen requested a mask from one of the attendants and smeared the inside with a generous amount of aromatherapy oil before giving it to Becca. "Wear it to cover the smell of blood. Won't really make it go away, but at least you didn't end up throwing up like that."

"Thanks," Becca quickly put on the mask and her rubber gloves. She walked over to the door where the driver of the car was, opening it slowly to examine the corpse from afar. "Since earlier I was on standby at the office and I'm sure there were no phone calls reporting the discovery of a body. Who found it?"

"I found it," Freen replied again. This time she stood beside Becca with one hand holding the car door and head after getting inside. She immediately popped her head out and made an uncomfortable expression—obviously bothered by the smell of corpses as well. "After meeting with the profiler I promised you, I purposely passed this way looking for something. And I found this car in a place where it shouldn't be. Furthermore, as you can see now."

"You touched the car?" Becca asked again. But it seemed she no longer needed an answer when she found Freen was not wearing rubber gloves. "Shit, you're not wearing gloves? What if you left behind your fingerprints, idiot!" she demanded. She took her spare glove and gave it to Freen.

Accepting Becca's gift with a lazy gesture, Freen replied casually, "They won't suspect the police investigating this car. Besides, do I look like a serial killer to you? No? So stop looking at me like I'm a fugitive and start taking pictures of the body before it's moved."

"Dumbass! Hey, just watch out if you drag me into your troubles." Becca snarled back in annoyance and Freen only gave a loud grunt in response.

Her mother had said something about people deserving one or more solid punches to the head, and Becca felt Freen fell into the category of people who deserved more than three. If only she wasn't working, maybe Becca could easily hit the lieutenant in the shoulder just to satisfy the frustration that was in her.

After all, it was like this fellow was playing games with her. Sometimes she can be kind and friendly like a friend and co-worker in general, but sometimes she can also incarnate like a demon who lives in hell who always tempts people. But, hey, even though Sarocha Chankimha is quite an annoying person because of her rude, direct, and sometimes too sharp attitude, she is a useful member—even more useful than her other co-workers. So yeah... Becca is going to have to suppress her anger deep down if she wants to work with her better.

When Becca checked the back of the car and the passenger seat, Freen ventured to open the door to the driver's seat—the place where the body was sitting. When the door was opened, there were splatters of blood and pieces of flesh stuck to the inside of the door. On the car seat there is also a pool of black blood that is quite thick. Because of the stench, some officers walked away and only returned after the stench of corpses melted into the air.

The head of the corpse was completely destroyed. The skull bones were badly fractured, one eyeball was missing and one other part was hanging freely almost broken. Her head looks like a coconut crushed by a rock. With the contents of the head and bone fragments piled up in the head cavity which were crushed and scattered on the seats, window panes, and other car interior parts.

Her head was smashed with a blunt object. Hammer, maybe?

Among the disgusting bits of flesh and bone, she found a white object wedged in the soft crevice of the broken skull bone. Without hesitation, Freen picked up the thing that was apparently a folded sheet of paper. Letter? She unfolded the paper and sure enough, there was writing on the back.

It was a little unclear because the paper had turned the color of blood. But she could still read most of it. Again, the letter was addressed to Rebecca Armstrong—and if I'm being honest, Freen was also surprised if this message was left by the same killer as the one who made her victims look like statues. The contents of the monsters completely changed her killing style.

When Freen turned away from the corpse and walked over to the driver's seat—which meant she had to go around the front of the car—she found something yellow lying in a pool of black blood. "Sergeant Armstrong, come here quickly!" she called. "There is a hammer with a yellow handle. Looks like it was the murder weapon."

Hearing her name being called, Becca, who was checking the trunk of the car and found nothing but fine dust, immediately closed the trunk with one loud bang and walked quickly toward Freen. Just as she was about to answer, Freen already handed her a bloodstained paper. She did it again. Becca received the letter with trembling hands, she didn't need to ask where she found the letter because it was clear that it was left by the killer.

"Sergeant Armstrong, here's my present to you." Becca crumpled the paper with emotion. Freen had to seize it so she wouldn't rip it and damage the evidence. Damn it. Shit, shit, shit. Fuck! Fuck me! Why does she always get away when I'm about to catch her! Why does she always slip out of my hands when I already get a hint!"

Two hard punches she released on the hard surface of the car. Sick, indeed. But she didn't care. She was angry, very angry now. She felt like she wanted to take out her gun and shoot herself in the head just to erase all the whispers that made her blame herself. She was still fully conscious now, so she couldn't kill herself so she could only beat up the car beside her.

Freen also put her hand right on the body of the car, so that Becca's fist did not hit the hard object but only touched her hand. "Rebecca! It's not your fault! Wake up!" the woman surnamed Chankimha screams in front of her face. She didn't dare to touch Becca's hand or shoulder because her glove was dirty with blood. Freen wanted to bully her some more just to wake her up, but the look on Becca's sad face made her want to pat her on the shoulder and tell her everything was going to be okay.

Although in reality this is not going to end well.

Though she never liked the troublesome co-workers. Though she never wanted to work with people who are weak. But why with Rebecca Armstrong, she could never show her tough side any further? Where was her old self? Where is the figure of Lieutenant Chankimha who was feared by every personnel when she was still answering in Chiang Mai?

There was something about Rebecca that kept her from bullying or threatening her. She wanted to know what it was, so in order to avoid escalating a dispute, Freen tried to keep her tone softer as she continued, "Fine. Why don't you go with Seng and check the CCTV cameras in that empty building over there? I'll take care of this corpse for you, okay?"

Unfortunately, Becca doesn't share the same opinion as her. The woman clearly refused even though her face was white as death. "No, there's no need. I can do this."

"Rebecca..." Freen repeated. Now she was standing in front of her, blocking Becca who was trying to approach the corpse. "Calm yourself. Only then can you help me here, understand? Sorry, but I don't want to knock you out again like I used to."

Becca stared straight into the lieutenant's light brown irises. The sharp gaze had softened and was more comfortable to look at now. She succeeded in making Becca calmer, and finally gave in and followed what Freen suggested to her. "Okay. I'll be back in half an hour, Sarocha." Freen nodded firmly, and she saw Becca's departure, which apparently Seng had been waiting for a few meters ahead.

They walked together towards an empty building with a CCTV camera facing the empty alley where the car containing this body was found. Maybe they'd been wondering where the camera operator was for a few moments before they made their way back toward one of the apartment buildings.

And that's when Freen saw Seng pull out something shiny from the gap of his jacket with her own eyes.

"HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? MOVE!"

BRUG

Becca gasped in surprise as a loud voice sounded right behind her, followed by a loud scream that made her reflexively walk away and turn around to see what was happening behind her. How shocked she was when she saw Freen pressing down on Seng and clutching a knife in her right hand, the woman seemed to wince in pain but she still didn't release her grip from the blade before actually releasing it from Seng's grip and throwing it in any direction.

Blood splattered on the ground as Freen threw the knife. Blood drips also seemed to slide down from her palms, arms, and the clothes she was wearing. But she didn't care about the wound as if it was no big deal.

"Traitor! You fucking bastard! Who are you working for, huh?" Freen looks really angry now. Her eyes were bloodshot, showing how much emotion was waiting to be released and now she had found the right object to vent her emotions. She didn't feel the pain that came from the wound of the knife in the palm of her hand.

Before her outburst could actually occur, Freen dragged Seng several feet away from Becca and the rest of rhe team. Not caring about the presence of other people who might documenting the violence she was about to commit, Freen grabbed Seng's shirt collar, forced the man to stand up and immediately pushed his body as hard as she could into Becca's car parked beside them. The thumping and groaning full of pain soon made Freen stop because she immediately dragged Seng and slammed his body on the asphalt.

The lieutenant did it as if she had done it before and was quite used to it. Stomping, choking, beating, all done relentlessly and mercilessly. Groaning in pain, and Seng's words that begged Freen to listen to his explanation were not heard by the lieutenant at all.

Freen stopped her punch for a moment. She took off the watch that was wrapped around her left wrist and gripped it tightly. With that, she hit Seng's temples and eyes until the glass that covered her watch broke into pieces, creating more painful scratches.

"Why did you do that? Why are you pulling a knife near Rebecca, huh? You think I don't see what you're doing back there?" Freen pulled her hand up and stabbed Seng in the face again with two punches much harder than before.

The few seconds full of tension that made the police officers who were also present to examine the crime scene froze and became silent when they saw the real fight that was happening before their eyes began to roll. This time, several officers dared to move to separate Freen, who was getting angrier, from Seng, who was starting to lose his sanity from being beaten so badly.

But every time someone touched Freen's body and pulled her away, the woman reflexively turned her head and hissed angrily, whispering a terrible threat that instantly made the person who dared to separate the two people who were fighting step back and not move.

"Get off me, you crazy bitch! I have to do this! I have to kill her, let me go! She must die. Becky has to die before she kills anyone else!" Seng kicked Freen in the stomach with a knee and reversed their position, and now Freen was lying on the ground with both hands raised to protect her face. Seng stomped his foot on Freen's chest as hard as he could, causing Freen to spit out air from her mouth and blood spurt out of her nose and mouth.

The kick was quite painful. Her lungs felt like they had been cracked and shattered into pieces, her chest felt like it was being squeezed in and it was making it very difficult to breathe. Freen couldn't get rid of the defense on her head, because if she did, Seng would surely step on her head. She was forced to let Seng step on her body for the last time and when she found the right moment, Freen rolled her body to the side and immediately grabbed Seng's left leg.

Using a wrestling technique she learned in the police force, Freen locks and breaks Seng's knee, knocking Seng to the ground in one swift motion. Not wanting to be in a bad position anymore, Freen didn't let the pain slow her down so she immediately jumped up and knelt on Seng's neck—making the man completely locked and unable to move anymore. And it was then, Freen clenched her bloodied fist, intending to finish his off one more time.

The repeated punches and the head that was hit repeatedly on the asphalt made a wound that made blood flow out and drip on the dry asphalt surface. His consciousness was slowly fading as Freen's blows became more and more indiscriminate. Blood rippled by her feet, either from Seng's head or Freen's knuckles, which had been cut by the fine glass shards that had scratched them.

Becca stared at what was happening in front of her with trembling legs. Knowing that she might have been stabbed to death had Freen not pushed Seng away and sacrificed her palm just to grip the blade. She didn't understand what had happened, it took her time to rearrange everything and make a coherent arrangement of events that happened so quickly.

Seng, a member of her own investigative team, had attempted murder on her. And Freen was the one who knew about it so she immediately lunged at Seng and thwarted the assassination attempt. What happened? Why would Seng do such a thing to her?

Why?

Unknowingly, Becca pulled out her gun and fired a warning shot into the sky.

BANG

"Lieutenant Sarocha Chankimha! Stop beating him or I will have to incapacitate you with a leg shot!"

A sudden gunshot was heard. Followed by the sound of quick footsteps, and her body being actually forcefully pulled by someone. And as she tried to fight back, a hot metal immediately touched the back of her neck. Freen knew it was the muzzle of the gun that just let the bullet blow—Becca had the gun pointed at her neck and if she didn't want to die with a hole in her throat, then like it or not, she had to let go of this damned human being under her feet.

The young lieutenant also didn't want her career in the police to be tarnished again after the incident that happened in Chiang Mai so as soon as Becca gave her a warning shot, Freen immediately stopped her punches and only gave Seng and Becca eyes full of hatred in turn.

In the end she gasped, almost out of breath. The woman straightened up and raised her arms up, exposing the blood and deep gash on her right palm. She walked away from Seng—deliberately kicking the man in the head without mercy before actually walking away and stopping in front of Becca who was looking at her with sharp eyes.

And after things started to calm down, Becca was finally able to move her body again. With unsteady steps she approached Freen to check on her condition, she let the other members secure Seng and take him to the hospital before being examined at the police station.

"What—What are you doing? Don't you realize that you've already made a mess at the crime scene?" Freen's face, which was originally bent down to spit out all the blood mixed with saliva in her mouth, suddenly rose when she heard Becca's voice nearby. Blood was still flowing out of the corners of the woman's lips and Becca was stunned for a moment, until she finally swallowed back all the sentences she was about to say and only gave the injured lieutenant a handkerchief.

Frowning deeply, giving an expression of obvious annoyance, Freen pushed Becca's hand away and refused her. Instead, she answered in an unpleasant tone. "I saved you. I'm trying to save your life. You will die if I don't jump in and beat that bastard!"

"You don't need to be violent like that!"

"Then what do you want me to do?" Freen answered again. "You want me to negotiate with him while he going to stabbing your neck with his knife, you want that? Trust me, it won't work. He's lucky I didn't kill him on the spot!"

Arguing with Freen isn't going to make the job or situation any better. So Becca decided not to pressure her any further. After all, Freen herself had also turned away from her and walked over to the car where the corpse was earlier—drops of blood were clearly visible on the path she had passed. It seemed that the handkerchief still wasn't enough to wrap around her slashed palm

Becca looked at Freen from afar. A voice suddenly played in her head, a voice that came from a memory she had when she was still in the office earlier. Thanks to her impudence for eavesdropping on other people's conversations, Becca's view of Freen after she beat Seng to death and the words of one of her team members managed to change her view of Freen.

"Lieutenant—ah no, Captain Chankimha is crazy. She is indeed staying as the best personnel in Chiang Mai. But that was before she killed people and got her rank demoted and made her reassigned to Bangkok. In short, she was thrown away. Don't you think it's strange that a new member seems to be directly included in the investigation team for serial murders?"