Chapter 384: Strange Event

To say that it only took minutes, or even a few hours to calm Raquel down, was a flat-out lie…

Renato stayed by her side, talked to her… Well, most of the time, he listened to her, until she got hoarse from crying and talking so much.

Perhaps at this point, being a little more ‘special’ than ordinary people is a bad thing, as Raquel has received some good things from Renato before. The same can be said for Bia, although she was exactly an expert, she had just reached the Third Order.

For a person who was once ordinary, this kind of improvement was something to be envied…

“I will help find the culprit.” They were not words spoken from the mouth out. It was a promise that Renato made not only because of Raquel but also because he had a beautiful story with Bia.

Although the betrayal disappointed him, Renato did not erase the good memories he had with Bia. This is ridiculous to do from his point of view. Although he was upset and angry before, that was because he loved her, and he still does.

Of course, even though he loved her, he never thought of forgiving her and coming back.

Maybe it’s because of something he once heard from his grandfather that he took to life: ‘If your loved one betrays you once, it’s her fault. If you cheat twice, it’s your fault.’

Raquel’s eyelashes were fluttering and her eyes were watering even now. She opened her mouth wide and for an instant, she lost her ability to speak and think. She just stood there staring at him as if she’d been frozen in time.

For some strange reason, after she heard those words spoken by Renato, she felt like he was really capable of doing what he said. Although she didn’t understand very well the changes that happened in the world, she kind of knew that currently, Renato was someone special in many ways.

“I just want… Bia needs to rest in peace…” She didn’t even know if what she said was what she sincerely felt. Deep down maybe, she wanted revenge. To say that she didn’t want the culprit to be killed even worse than her daughter would be a complete lie.

The anger and desire for revenge for her daughter were something she felt very strongly about. It was something difficult to control. A good mother who loves her daughter wouldn’t want someone who did something so cruel to her daughter to get away with no consequences worse than death.

“Knowing Bia, she herself would want the culprit to suffer,” Renato said. The way he spoke and gestured was trying to look funny.

But, Raquel just forced a smile and a tearful laugh came out. However, it was difficult for her to feel any kind of emotion other than sadness, pain, anger, and regret mixed with hate at the same time.

:Brazil:

“Er… Talita, what do you think about that?”

Mauro gets up to stretch, he asks while looking at his sister.

Talita doesn’t answer right away. She, who is used to saying everything critically, was very cautious since she knew that Renato Lopes was nearby.

“About what?”

It wasn’t Talita who answered the question. It was their older sister who had dyed dark red hair, Odila.

Mauro lowered his voice: “Bia… You too… I mean, do you think she met this maniac on her own accord?”

“You mean…” Odila opened her mouth wide as if she’d thought of something absurd: “Did she have sex with the killer?”

“What else would it be but that? She even cheated…” Talita blurted saying out loud.

She covered her mouth instantly, but she had one thought in mind: ‘That girl sucks, she always played the saint, but in the end, she was just a little whore who cheated on such a good fiance…!’

Of course, she thinks so only now that Renato has succeeded in life. Before, she always said that Bia was stupid for being with someone with no future, that she was too beautiful to be with a nobody like Renato.

Odila looked towards the door, she sighed when she saw that it didn’t open and said quietly: “Yes, that girl sucks too. I think she kind of deserved it!”

“Heavens, Odila, how can you say that?”

Talita made herself look startled, even surprised.

“Tsk, yeah, pretend you didn’t think the same. You think I don’t know what you thought even worse than that?”

Odila was unaffected and even recruited with disdain.

A low chuckle escaped Talita’s lips, but soon she pretended to cough and changed the subject: “Anyway, do you think Renato will support Raquel from now on?”

The eyes of the three brothers sparkled a little at that question.

It was obvious that this was the most important thing to them. If Renato chooses to support Raquel, even for a few months, they could try to take advantage of that.

Because of that too, it was the reason they were restricting themselves so much since if it was a while ago, they would have said things that would hurt Raquel a lot and make her resentful of them. Although they wouldn’t care much if she was sad or not, they would be happy to know that her daughter is ‘inferior’ to their children.

‘That’s why single mothers suck…’ Talita muttered in her heart, but didn’t say it out loud. She had a lot of prejudice against women who decide to raise their children alone.

As the three continued to whisper about whether they would have a chance to take advantage of this situation, they even forgot that it wasn’t even 24 hours since their niece was brutally killed.

It was understandable to want to stay strong and go after benefits in the midst of a world that was constantly changing, however, the way these three were acting, was worse than many bandits trapped in jail.

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The investigation process had been going on for hours.

To be more precise, they thought they would find evidence pretty quickly since it all happened in a motel room. However, nothing was found of the killer. It was as if Bia had been murdered by a ghost.

Another thing, even the person who takes care of the motel counter, had no memory of Bia’s arrival with a man or even a woman.

It was as if they just showed up though, the room had been paid for.

Even when a specialist who awakened a mental Origin, was unable to extract memories linked to Bia’s arrival, and as it was a cheap motel, there weren’t even cameras.

It was a cheap motel in a less favored neighborhood. Even after hours of trying to find any clue or even any camera that might have managed to film the way Bia arrived at the motel, and having the chance to know who was with her, nothing has been found so far.

“That’s a fucking ghost!”

Frustrated, one of the investigators shouted. His name is Gordon, a man 176 cm tall, rather thin even, with a beard and deep-set dark eyes.

The case became very big, mainly because it became news in all kinds of media. The pressure that was on them, in this case, was very great, and because of that, the stress caused was even greater than ordinary investigations.

It wasn’t like this was the worst case they were caught, in reality, despite being a very brutal case, there were much worse cases, like the case of videos being circulated on the dark side of the internet (deep web), videos of babies newborns up to 1 year of age being abused by father, stepfather, etc. being sold for 50 thousand reais.

There was even a case where a politician was arrested with more than 50,000 videos of this type.

Sheron, a criminal investigator who took cases mostly from women, said: “It could be an odd skill. All kinds of strange abilities appeared. This is not just limited to good people. Don’t forget what happened in one of the biggest prisons in Brazil.”

“Yes.”

This was something that was hard to normalize after ability awakenings became more common, inmates started to gain powers, managed to cause chaos, and break out of jail.

“Think carefully.” Sheron said analytically: “Until the motel room, victim Bia de Sousa left no trace of a struggle. We still need to wait for the complete result of the autopsy, but it has already been possible to find traces of latex from a sexual act. The monster that did this must at least be someone she knew, or else he might have mind-controlling powers. That would account for the loss of memories of the motel clerk.”

“Yes, it is possible.”

Gordon nodded and said in a thoughtful tone.

Their investigation went nowhere. The victim’s cell phone disappeared. Perhaps with the cell phone they could discover something, even the simplest conversation would help, but the only cell phone found… Well, it was the one the killer used as a kind of signature.

“Bye, see you around.”

“Oh?” Sheron arched a frown as he looked at Gordon strangely.

It was then that she noticed that they looked very strange.

“And the investigation?” She asked. However, shortly afterward Sheron said, “Yes.”

After that, the same thing started to happen to everyone who was investigating the case…