Black Butterfly, Where does the Black Butterfly God Drink Water by Beep Beep Beep
Proofreader/Editor: Itane, Hwarang
“Give me back my police badge.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“I don’t feel like joking around, give it.”
He put his hand out as if his annoyance had reached the top of the mountain, and the young man with the gentle face smiled. He moved his hand, that was on the armrest, in a circle, and a dark covered police badge appeared. Alvin handed the badge with a clean movement and smiled again looking at Jude with a stunned face.
“You told me to give it to you, why do you look so surprised?”
“I didn’t think you would give it to me that easily.”
“You know it’s not me.”
You lardy-dardy bastard. Tsk, Jude clicked his tongue once and turned his head.
He did turn around to see Alvin when he first saw the corpse of the child, but he already knew that the chance was very low. This young man sitting next to Jude, does not kill a person that vaguely. If he needed it, he would probably have killed him in one strike, or if he did it for his entertainment, he would probably slowly put his effort and experimenting spirit into it and killed the life. The twisted joints and sliced throat was definitely horrible, but it was in an awkward position that does not belong to any of the two sides.
Decisively the child’s corpse had useless and unnecessary emotions that was attached to it. That was not just ‘a corpse,’ that was ‘a murdered’ corpse. But there is no way to figure out if the reason was hate, regret, or panic.
“Who, who are you?”
The stewardess who was trembling nearby the scene weakly, asked Jude who came to the scene. He showed the police badge that he just got back and said apathetically.
“I’m a New York police. I’ll investigate.”
“Ah, you, you are a police? P, please take a look……”
“Kyaaaaaaaak! Elllll! Oh, my god! El!”
When the stewardess stepped back deeply exhaling like a diver who just came out from the deep sea, there was a piercing scream in the airplane. All the attention got focused to one place.
A woman with red hair looked inside the restroom and collapsed on the spot. And the person who supported her was the dead boy’s older brother who Jude saw a moment ago. A brown short hair young man’s lips were trembling from the scene in front of him. He bit lips his pale lips, like he’s barely holding in his scream, and supported his mother that sat down on the seat.
The talk will be better after those people calm down and come back to their senses a little bit. He lightly decided and lightly nodded his head and went inside the restroom. He smelled the smell of red blood.
“…..Let’s finish this fast, kid. I’m not in a good condition right now. My mentality is not stable enough to drag this case long.”
Jude mumbled not letting people outside hear anything and looked around the dead body. The deep cut through the neck was over flooded with dried blood stains. Looking at how the cutted side was not that clean. Did he use some dull knife like a letter opener? No, looking at the small mark of an ink on the neck, it might be a metal pen. Jude was looking carefully at the cut part and tilted his head. What is this sense of incompatibility? What is the strange part of a corpse that died from sliced throat?
The smell wasn’t that stronger than he expected. If he died like Mrs. Zejens, throat sliced, the blood would probably over flood the restroom floor, and on top of that the airplane supposed to be filled with that disgusting odor. But the bled mark only wetted the cover of the bag, and when he looked inside the bag, he did not see any intense bloodshed. To simplify, the blood was too little.
“……Then what, how did he die…..”
Since there is no necropsy, I should do it by myself. Jude complained quietly and carefully took out the small body from the bag.
Literally, it was like a broken doll. The body was pale because it lost all the blood, a white light hit the body. There were some traces of bruises and necrosis from the broken places due to twisting of the joint. But it didn’t look like fatal damages. But he could faint from pain. Jude who slightly touched the skin that was like a dead fish’s stomach, looked carefully at the area around the sliced neck and solar plexus. There was a bruise that looked black, it was even worse than the bruises from twisted limbs.
Jude suddenly raised his head and looked at the child’s mouth. There were bruises around the mouth too. And just by looking at those cuts, did he get beaten up or pressed down? His lips were all cut and purple colored.
“……The cause of death is……”
Rattle! While he was putting his thought together, he leaned his head on the wall of the restroom, the small place shook, and he lightly bumped his head. In an instant, Jude who sat on the floor and tried to catch his breath fiercely at his situation right now ‘I’m so annoyed that I rode an airplane, but of all occasion why did this kind of incident happen? A murder in an airplane, does it happen often?’ He tried to calm down his goose bump on his back.
The smell of blood that he usually didn’t care about, suddenly disgustingly irritated his stomach. ‘I don’t remember ever throwing up in the scene.’ It felt like a rude stick was swinging his brain.
Jude barely opened the door of the restroom and came out. He staggeringly walked to his seat and sat down. He felt little overwhelming at the sound of the woman crying in front of his seat and people staring at him, but catching his breath was the most important thing. While he was exhaling ‘Hoo- hahh-‘ like a pregnant woman, he heard a soft voice from his side.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Lie.”
“Don’t ask if you know, it’s annoying.”
Somehow Alvin was able to hear the voice that was covered by the woman’s crying, and he quietly laughed. Jude deeply sighed once and stood up and approached the woman, and sat down next to her. The woman who was crying, breathed out and stared at Jude blankly with her unfocused eyes.
My skill of dealing with the bereaved is not sensitive. Jude desperately felt the need of his partner next to him and uncomfortably scratched the back of his head.
“Uh- First, I’m a New York police. Are you the mother of the dead child?”
“…………Yes, yes…… I, I’m Rosaline Travis……..”
“Yes, Mrs. Travis. Did you come with your family for this trip?”
“I, I lost my husband one year ago….. I was on my way to relative’s house with my children….. I only have Roy and El…. Oh my god, how can this……. God…..! How can this happen, this horrible thing……!”
“Ah- Um- Ma’am, calm down first……”
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