Time: 2011-8-158:32:59 Words: 2767
It was quiet outside, but the children's laughter seemed to echo in Jill's ears just like a few days ago.
However, it was all gone…
Jill's body trembled slightly. She walked to the window and looked out. The sunlight quietly fell on her hair, reflecting a dazzling golden light.
Gill sighed and picked up the coffee for breakfast. He walked around the room and prepared the necessary items.
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"Thump!"
She was ready to go out, but for some reason, the key fell into the coffee cup. As soon as the key touched the bottom of the coffee cup, it made a muffled sound.
Jill stopped and stared at the steaming mug in disbelief. This time, the folder under her armpit fell to the floor again, and the documents inside scattered all over the floor.
"Ah, really…"
Jill looked at her watch, picked up the coffee cup with one hand, and returned to the kitchen. The captain informed her that the meeting would start at seven in the morning and requested that all members attend. In other words, even if he rushed to the parking lot, found his car, and opened the door to sit down, he only had nine minutes left.
Damn it, why did he set the time so early?
This was the first meeting that S.T.A.R.S had held since taking over the case. Damn it, this was also the first official meeting that he had held since he was transferred to Raccoon City. Even so, it seemed that he would still be late.
Thinking back, in the few years that he had spent here, every time he wanted to complete something on time, he would always mess everything up just before he was about to leave...
Jill muttered in a helpless tone as she rushed to the sink to end these trivial matters as soon as possible. She felt a sense of anxiety and anger towards herself, and this feeling was her true attitude towards work.
In fact, Jill's recent job was to pick up a copy of the document after breakfast, carefully reading the investigation reports of the day, and looking for things that the police might have missed. In the end, a day passed by just like that. This only made her extremely anxious and unable to obtain more truth.
Jill turned the mug upside down and held the warm key in her hand. She wiped it on her jeans and then returned to the door. When she bent down to pick up the documents on the carpet, she suddenly stopped and stared at the stack of documents she had just picked up. At the top was a glossy photo.
Ah, children…
Jill slowly raised the photo. Although she knew that there was no time to care about it now, she could not take her eyes off the young face covered in blood in the photo. This made the already tense situation of the day even more intense. When Jill saw the photo of the crime scene, she couldn't even breathe for a moment.
Becky and Priscilla Maggie, sisters, seven and nine.
Jill secretly told herself that there was nothing worth looking at in this photo. She had to end this quickly...
…But that wasn't true, was it? That would be lying to themselves, so just admit it-everything was wrong now, and it had started to be wrong when they died.
When he first moved to Raccoon City, Jill was in a state of mental tension. She could not accept her transfer and was not even sure if she wanted to join the S.T.A.R.S. team. Although he could complete his work well, it was all thanks to his father, Dick.
After Dick was arrested, he had been pressuring his daughter Jill to change jobs. Moreover, her father was very persistent. She admitted that she had raised her daughter in the wrong direction and repeatedly told Jill that the Valentinan family only needed one person who was in contact with the prison. Although he was skilled and experienced, Jill didn't have many choices. At least the S.T.A.R.S. team had made a correct evaluation of her ability, but they knew nothing about how she obtained the secret ability.
The salary of this job wasn't bad, and it was also the dangerous element that Jill had been pursuing and enjoying before... If he tried to recall, changing his career was as simple as receiving a small shock. Her father, Dick, was very happy. She would also get the opportunity to understand another way of life.
Even so, moving was still more painful than he had imagined.
Ever since Dick was put in prison, Jill had a real taste of loneliness. She began to feel that working to uphold the law was a joke. Valentin's daughter worked to uphold the American spirit of truth and justice. Then, she would be promoted to the Alpha team of S.T.A.R.S and have an elegant home in the suburbs. She had to give up all these idiotic ideas. What she really wanted was to leave the city quickly and return to the old broken house...
However, these thoughts only existed until the two little girls who lived across the street opened the door and asked Jill with tears in their eyes," Are you a real police officer?" Their parents had gone to work, but they couldn't find their puppy, so…
Becky, who was wearing the school green uniform, and Priscilla, who was wearing a doll costume, were sobbing and seemed a little shy…
Nothing happened to the puppy, it just wandered around a few blocks away, so Jill easily made two new friends. The two young sisters soon fell in love with Jill. When they came back from school, they would always bring wildflowers they picked on the road. On weekends, they would always play at Jill's house, singing songs they had heard in movies, television, and animation. The girls had changed Jill's view of the future, so she no longer thought of leaving alone. Although she did not know when the idea of leaving this land would come back, at least she could put it behind her before that moment. After living for twenty-three years, this was the first time Jill felt that she had become a part of the community of life and work. The change was so subtle and gentle that Jill barely noticed it.
Three days ago, Becky, Priscilla, and her parents went to the lake for a picnic. Later, they got separated from their parents. Thus, they became the first victims of the case that caused the city to tremble and be isolated.
The photo trembled slightly in Jill's hand. Becky's cloudy eyes were staring at the sky. A bloody hole had been torn open in her abdomen. Priscilla was lying next to her, her hands spread out in a 'big' shape, and a large amount of meat was torn off from her tiny limbs. Both of their internal organs had been dug out. The cause of death was probably excessive blood loss. Judging from the terrible external injuries, they must have been extremely frightened before they died. Even if he let out a heart-wrenching scream, no one would hear him…
Enough! They were already dead. However, he had to get to the bottom of this matter!
Jill put the documents back into the folder with trembling hands, then took a deep breath and stepped out of the door. The warm air was filled with the smell of freshly cut grass. It seemed that the sound of children playing came from some corner of the street, mixed with the happy barking of puppies.
She hurried to her gray car, which was full of potholes and scars, and tried her best not to look at Maggie's house, which was surrounded by silence.
Soon, the car started and began to drive on the wide road in the suburbs. Jill rolled down the window and stepped on the accelerator.
Of course, she wanted to see the children and pets, but there was nothing around. Ever since the incident, children and pets were banned from going out, even during the day.
The car continued to accelerate and drove onto the highway's Route 202. The small car began to tremble slightly.
The warm and dry morning air blew Jill's hair and caressed her face, waking her up from her nightmare.
Was this fate or pure luck?
Jill's life was thus changed by what happened in Raccoon City.
It didn't matter if he worked hard to avoid being thrown into prison or chose to obey his father's wishes. He was originally not a thief. Or, he wanted to join S.T.A.R.S. It was just a job. He couldn't continue deceiving himself. This was very important.
The children had been killed, and the murderer was still at large, which meant that he would continue to commit crimes.
Jill gradually calmed down and put her hand on the fluttering documents. Then she swore in her heart that she would find the murderer no matter what the price was.
No matter what kind of person he was in the past, it had nothing to do with the possibility of his future development.
He had already changed…He would not stop until the murderer of the innocent was punished.
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