Posts from Мафия 35. The Heads

Neyra Drake was found in one of the mansion's corridors in the morning. No visible wounds were found on her body. Later, the "Mayor's" personal physician established that death occurred as a result of asphyxiation; particles of fresh tobacco indicated that Neyra had somehow choked on it. In police terms, such a case would be classified as an accident, but when it comes to a gathering of world mafia leaders, this is hard to believe. The doctor also reported that with 90% probability the body of Neyra was moved from somewhere, as evidenced by several small abrasions on the body.

The second victim was Arandor. He was found dead in his room. Like Neyra, Arandor died of asphyxiation, but a uniform arc-shaped purple-blue stripe on the neck clearly indicated the violent nature of the death. There were also numerous signs of struggle: broken furniture, bruises and abrasions on the victim's body. Furthermore, the deceased was wounded in the leg. Apparently, the killer initially tried to quickly finish off the chosen target with a firearm, but Arandor managed to close the distance and his opponent had to work for it in hand-to-hand combat. On the other hand, by closing the distance, the victim significantly reduced his own chances of survival. Had he dodged and then forced the killer into a shootout, the result could have been different — Arandor's weapon possessed much greater killing power. Notably, fingerprints of small, most likely female, fingers were left on one of the wine bottles in the mini-bar, and cigar ash remained on the threshold. Gunpowder particles around the gunshot wound indicate the absence of a silencer on the weapon.

Until morning, it was impossible to get close to Werevolk's room — yellows were on duty at the door and inside, stopping everyone passing by. It was impossible to explain or prove anything to them — "we have orders!" they snapped.

In the morning, WisTrit was somehow groggy. He spoke with difficulty, slowly chewing over every letter, walked plodding like a turtle; even for the simplest questions like "how are you?", "will you have breakfast?", he thought for no less than five minutes.

Thorium, however, is ready to swear that someone was following him. Someone large and not very pleasant-smelling.

Gil checks Neyra
Zedji checks Toriy

And once again the victim was strangled! It seems the killer has gotten a taste for it, although this time it was easier — WhiteLizard did not possess impressive physical data. But he did put up resistance; guards rushed to the noise of the fight even during the night. But they arrived too late — by the time they came, WhiteLizard had already passed into the other world.

Another victim was Gil4. Two shots to the chest, one to the head — and no one heard anything. Clean work! Something wrong only came to light when the smell of smoke was felt in neighboring rooms. To completely cover all tracks, the killer doused Gil4's body with strong alcohol, presumably whiskey, and set it on fire. The same managed to be extinguished before it took over the room, but by that moment only charred remains were left of the victim. Although a couple of tattoos could still be distinguished.

Kyle spent the whole morning giggling stupidly and talking nonsense. And he was terribly annoying with his nose-sniffling. As a result, it was because of him that Alejandro snapped at his guards.

Werevolka stated that while she slept, someone had thoroughly rummaged through her things. She also warned Mayers that if he didn't figure everything out in the very near future, the recent events would be viewed "not from the best side."
After this, she called her people and whispered something to them about a delicate citrus scent.

Only Dgak seemed to be satisfied. He looked fresh and cheerful; the corpses of business partners bothered him little — he's still alive himself. Alive and well.

Apparently, Slonysh became useless too. In any case, she was gone this night. The killer acted brazenly, quickly and decisively. He caught the victim off guard when she went to smoke by the window. Piercing a silk kimono, one bullet hit exactly in the heart, the second — in the right lung. No one heard the shots — they only realized when they heard the sound of breaking glass from the body falling out of the window.

Pandora continued the tradition of three corpses per night. The murder was marked by unjustified cruelty: the killer inflicted multiple beatings on the victim; the poor thing had 4 ribs and her left arm broken, moreover in two places at once. In the end, Pandora was strangled. She certainly wasn't an angel, but she clearly didn't deserve such a fate. Her rapid-fire weapon remained lying in the nightstand.

Xostor was hardly adequate in the morning. He was admiring some fairy who had come to him at night. Perhaps he simply went mad from fear. Or maybe he overdid it with the hookah.

Dgak was again in an excellent mood, as if he had nothing to fear. The others looked at him askance because of this.

-How ironic it is that you've turned against me,- Werevolka said calmly,- what can you do without me? Only bark! You are not bosses, you are pawns!
-Enough,- Amko snapped,- you have said and done enough!
With a sharp, quick movement he took the pistol from the nearest guard and fired 3 precise shots.
-And so it will be for everyone who goes against the rules!- Amko barked,- incident closed, we can return to original plans!

The next victim on the blood-red carpet was Omega. His body was doused in expensive wine and "decorated" with gherkins, like an exquisite dish. Death occurred from a head wound; the bullet got stuck somewhere in the cerebellum. On the victim's forehead, the killer carefully carved the number "2" with a knife. No one heard the shot because the killer used a pillow as a silencer.

Two days left, father. The hour of reckoning is near.

Zedji brought a jar of expensive vitamins to breakfast and began eating with unruffled calm, as if there were pills of immortality in that jar.

Xostor looked upset. As he admitted shortly after, he was sad that a mysterious visitor entered his room without introducing themselves and rummaged through his personal belongings. When Xostor suspected something was wrong, this someone quickly retreated. In the dark, Xostor managed to notice a slender silhouette and even called out to her, but the night visitor vanished into the darkness of the night.

-Bribing and intimidating witnesses will no longer save you,- Amko concluded meaningfully,- last word?
-I hope your son finally shoots you. Your time is up, Alejandro.
-In any case, your time ended sooner.
-People like me cannot simply be killed — the mafia is immortal.

Kyle was taken to the lawn behind the house, where he was shot. The body was packed in a black opaque bag and dropped into the nearest body of water.

The lull came with one single death. Greed in the person of Nebo was defeated. It was defeated harshly but without excess, somehow commonplace. One single shot, one single bullet that pierced the skull and brought peace to a soul suffering from its master's deeds.

The murder frightened everyone, even Djak who was calm before. Perhaps paranoia even began to develop in him; at least in the morning he stubbornly claimed that he heard footsteps in his room during the night. But he found no one.

when it comes to a gathering of world mafia leaders, it's hard to believe

he still put up a fight; the guards rushed in during the night after hearing the noise

analytics - it's nice that you thoughtfully developed the reflections in the newspapers of the Non-Disclosure Agreement.

Jack in reverse.

JACK, VISSI, THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE! WITHOUT YOU, THE TOWN WOULD DEFINITELY LOSE!

Jack's call didn't let me save Lisa.

I wish they had done it on the first day.

Sarcasm?

Why the ending?

That's how you found out that I'm the Sandman and came to me the next night. Thank you.

Regarding the ending. Why is it an ending?

Everyone already understood that Hossi was a maniac, and they would have hanged him anyway.

Hostoru felt sorry for the unfortunate city dwellers, and he surrendered.