Doctor Demon Chapter 33
Advertisement
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hi guys! A new privilege system will start from 1st August for this book. Under it, there will be 25 chapters of privilege for the readers and has been set up as such:
1st tier (2 chaps)- 1 coin
2nd tier (6 chaps)- 50 coins
3rd tier (12 chaps)- 100 coins
4th tier (18 chaps)- 200 coins
5th tier (25 chaps)- 350 coins
Sorry if it seems expensive. I tried to set the lowest prices possible but since its spirity/win-win season, a lot of use were advised to put up such prices. BUT I will give some perks to the readers in return if the book reaches win-win levels.
1000 privilege chapter unlocks= 3 extra chapter mass release
5000 privilege chapter unlocks= 5 extra chapter mass release
10,000 privilege chapter unlocks= 10 chapter mass release.
This is applicable for every month! Please do support this book by buying as much privilege chapters as possible
.................
Minki led Jina towards the dormitory where the children slept. Jina already received Jiwoon's text about Wonho but she could not reveal to the police that Wonho was dead based on the words of a ghost. She needed concrete proof or a testimony from a living witness i.e. Haeji.
She quickly passed by the other children who were playing out in the yard as she moved from one building to the next. The ghost walked ahead of her, invisible to everyone. He stepped on to the kitchen corridor and went straight until he stopped in front of a closet.
"This is it," he said, pointing at the closet. "This is where I hid with Haeji that night. And Wonho bro was here…"
He pointed at a spot a few inches away from the closet.
"The masked guy killed him and put him on this wall," Minki went on and pointed at a spot directly perpendicular to the closet. Jina stooped down and wore her gloves as she examined the wall.
It had been wiped clean after the murder and she had little hope for DNA evidence. Even if there was any left, it could no longer be used in court because weeks had passed by since the murder and the DNA would be contaminated by then.
"If only we can find the file!" she sighed.
"The matron might have it!" Minki exclaimed. Jina thought for a while.
"I doubt it," she finally said. "But we'll still have to search. Unfortunately, I can't do that without a proper warrant but…"
She peered at Minki. "You can," she said. "You're invisible to her. So you can go and see if the file is there."
Advertisement
"Right!" Minki realized. "I can go and check!"
"Meet me back at the medical booth once you're done," she whispered. "You know how to disapparate now?"
Minki nodded. Jina had explained to him some of the perks of being a ghost such as disapparating from one place to another and also that ghosts can touch solid material at will. He disappeared in thin air, hopefully off to find the file.
Jina turned her attention to the closet. It was an old, dusty closet which was probably used for supplies. She slowly opened it.
The closet was spacious enough to hide two small children and was mostly empty except for some old paint materials. Other than that, it was not of much use either. Time was of essence in a murder case, especially the first three days after the murder when DNA evidence was untainted.
Unfortunately, Wonho's murder had very little clues left and the only way to even catch the killer was to find the body first.
"Damn it," she cursed under her breath and closed the door. She turned around only to be startled by the figure of a small girl who was also staring at the closet. Jina immediately recognized her.
"Haeji?" she whispered. The little girl looked at her, recognizing the pretty woman from Hobin's office.
"Are you alright?" Jina asked in a kind tone. "Do you need something?"
The girl shook her head and resumed staring at the closet. Jina glanced back at it and then at Haeji. There was no doubt that Haeji was remembering the painful memories of that night and was still deeply affected.
Should I try asking her about Minki? Jina wondered. She was thinking hard when Haeji stepped forward to open the closet door and climbed into it, closing the door behind her. Jina was surprised but decided to follow suit.
She opened the door and climbed inside as well. Once the door was closed, Jina faced the little girl, who was still scared by the events of the night Wonho was murdered.
"Haeji," Jina began. "Do you hide here often?"
The girl shook her head.
"Are you playing hide and seek with a friend?" Jina asked. The girl shook her head again.
"Oh my!" Jina feigned a gasp. "If you're not playing, then why are you hiding?"
The girl did not answer but looked down at her fingers. Jina thought for a bit and then decided to take a different approach.
"When I was really young, I had a friend named Casper," she recalled. "He was as old as my grandpa and looked really scary. People were really afraid of him! They used to think he was really bad because of his looks. But in reality, he was really a sweet old man. He did not speak at all."
Advertisement
Haeji's eyes widened in surprise at that.
"He could not speak, sadly," Jina reminisced. "But even without words, he had very expressive eyes. He would stay by my side and protect me from all harm. He was my first friend and doted on me. As my friend, he would do anything for me."
Jina smiled at the little girl and asked, "Would you do anything for your friend?"
The little girl slowly nodded, her chubby face now a little more determined. Jina took out Minki's photo from her pocket. It was the one Hobin gave her.
"Haeji...is he your friend?" she asked. Haeji looked at the photo and was feeling emotional. Tears welled up in her eyes and she silently sobbing.
"Haeji, are you hiding in the closet from bad people?" Jina whispered. The little girl suddenly lunged forward and hugged her tightly as if very scared. Jina felt her shaking and patted the girl in assurance.
"Do they have him?" Jina gently pressed. "Don't be afraid. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Haeji was about to open up to her when the closet door burst open.
"Oh my!" Matron Kim yelped. "Doctor Belle? What are you doing here?"
As soon as Haeji heard the matron's voice, she froze in fear. Jina felt her go still, knowing fully well that the girl was scared of the matron.
"Nothing!" Jina lied, stuffing the picture smoothly back into her pocket. "Doctor Hobin told me that there was a girl here, Haeji, whom he was treating. He asked me to look for her and I found her in here. I was just coaxing her to come out and meet him. That's it."
The matron nodded and adopted a fake smile to address Haeji.
"Haeji, the kind doctor wants to treat you," she said in a disgustingly sweet voice which was making Jina sick. "Come out…"
She reached out her hand but Haeji was unwilling to go.
"I'll take her to Doctor Hobin myself," Jina said in a cool tone. "Come on, Haeji."
She gently pulled Haeji out of the closet, shielding her from the matron. Kim was unabashed and to Jina's dismay, followed to the medical booth.
Hobin looked up when Jina entered the booth with Haeji and the matron. It was obvious the matron was following Haeji around to keep an eye on her.
"Haeji was about to open up," Jina muttered, sitting next to Hobin. "But the matron interrupted."
He did not look at her but peered at the matron who was haughtily looking at the duo.
It was a pesky situation indeed. The matron would not leave them alone with Haeji at all, breathing down their necks as they tried to talk to the little girl. Jina watched from the corner of her eye as Minki re-appeared. The ghost shook his head in dismay, indicating that he did not find the files.
I just hope Wonho was smart enough to keep a copy of that file somewhere, Jina hoped in her head.
She shared a glance with Hobin and nodded. They would have to rethink a strategy to get Haeji alone and make her talk to them.
Finally, at 5 PM, they were done for the day. Since the program was a week long, they would be returning the next day as well to check up on the other children.
"Thank you so much, doctors," Namgoong said as he escorted them out of the premises. "The children are really pleased to have you here with us."
"Not at all!" Jina exclaimed. "We're happy to help as well."
"We'll see you tomorrow," Hobin said with a bow. They got into Jina's car and sped off. Siwan, who was still parked outside, followed their vehicle until it stopped at the hospital. He got out of his car and entered the backseat of Jina's car.
"We couldn't talk to that girl," Hobin said.
"And the crime scene has been wiped," Jina sighed.
"Guess we'll have to try again tomorrow," Siwan shrugged.
"We'll need to distract the matron," Hobin muttered. Then an idea struck him.
"What's your brother doing tomorrow?" he asked Jina.
"Which one?" she frowned.
"The one who's an idol," he replied. "Tell him to drop everything and volunteer at the orphanage for tomorrow. We'll also need that girl...Soobin, right?"
"You want my brother and the witness to this case at the crime scene?" Jina frowned. "That's a little risky…"
"We'll have to take the risk if we wanna find out what happened to Wonho and Minki," Hobin pointed out.
"I'll have to meet up with my team tomorrow," Jina nodded. "To synchronize our findings.This case is more complicated than I thought."
If only we can find Wonho's body, she added in her thoughts.
Advertisement
- In Serial34 Chapters
In Sign Language, I Hear You
It was only when the bloodshed through her face, and the sirene sound went wild. At that moment, she then know the happiness she was searching for... only At that moment, the regrets come to her. Then, in her last breath if she has a chance to ask God to give her a second life, will she do that? ' No. I am too sinful.' It was terrifying to approach the sin. her sin. It will be better to just leave everything behind, isn't it? Then maybe, this is how God punishes her. To be a deaf and muted girl in the unknown fantasy world that she does not know. To be some disabilities in the world that adores patriarchy and hierarchy... it is surely better to kill herself as she already died once. but, her baby sister was too cute. too lovely. too pure to feel the death that was full of disgusting and disturbing blood aroma. It will be great if she could see the beauty of the world that she never once had. so that's why...with sign language she said. [ My name is Irisha, Irisha Spes. I am deaf and muted, how can I help you?] Average words per part : 1700-3000 words
8 243 - In Serial24 Chapters
Devoured By Them
Lynelle is a sarcastic, sharp-witted artist with a kinky side to her that she doesn't even know she has yet. Her five new guy roommates have a way of coaxing out her kinks and shutting up that smart mouth.
8 250 - In Serial29 Chapters
"The Impossible to Possible" (Monika x reader)
(Your full name/ Y/F/N) is a normal high school boy in S.E.A Academy, he got interested in DDLC and tried playing it, when he opened the game and finished it, but he did something that no other playerswould do...
8 71 - In Serial84 Chapters
The Vampire's Pet
this story contains adult content!!!! read at own risk. I glared at the vampire before me, pressing myself against the bars of my 'cage' before dropping the glare and offering him my sweetest grin, "once I get out of her I'm going to kill alllll of you!" I swept my arms out wide, my grin turning feral, "I'm going to rip out all of your throats and see how you like your blood being drained from your neck." The vampire flashed his fangs at me in an equally menacing grin, "you can try that all you want, after the auction." I was tempted to spit in his face but I really did not want to be whipped...again. ~~~ Calla, an 18 year old human girl has always lived her life on the run, but was captured by vampires and forced into auction at a high end 'pet shop' where any wealthy vampire can buy her and proceed to do as they please until they decide to kill her. Pessimistic, rude, and short fused Calla is one hell of a handful, one most vampier's don't want to bother with...until him.THIS SHIT IS RATED MATUREin case you were curious this isn't labeled Mature on the wattpad rating thing because it won't let me change my fucking maturity thing.
8 346 - In Serial6 Chapters
Azur Lane: tales of the Reichsmarschall
from field marshal to reichmarschall is called back to berlin to meet with the fuhrer and other world leads when all goes wrong which will lead to the final battle between human,shipgirls vs the sirens.the battle lines have been drawk guns are load, so choose your side
8 150 - In Serial28 Chapters
ALPHA ONYX {BOOK 1}
{BOOK1}XXXX MATURE CONTENT AND LANGUAGE XXXX RATE R XXX 18+Avaluna was a small-town girl who moved to the USA with her family from England. She was kind, loving, funny and stubborn. She had a perfect life. A perfect guy. Alpha Onyx was a brute, a sadistic, impatient, cold heartless man. What happens when the big bad alpha kidnaps her on impulse? He broke our kiss. Both panting for air and lips red and swollen. "Are you wet for me?" he purred in my ears.My eyes widen at his question, realizing what I did. I broke from my lust fog. Get a grip of yourself Luna! "NO!" I squeal."You sure?" his hand trail the waistband of my jeans teasingly. I can hear the lust in his voice."Y-Yes." my voice sounds like a squeezie toy. Brilliant.He brushes his nose against the side of my neck and inhales, "I can smell you." I crush my thighs together. The arrogant prick smirk against my neck," I bet those panties are covered in your juice? Why don't you show me how soaked you are?"I slapped his hand away and spun around facing him. Bloody brilliant. I gulp realizing just how close he is to me. " You think rather highly of yourself. Don't you? Sorry, but you're not my type mate." I gulp when I saw the impish twinkle in his eyes. Buggar.He leans in resting his hands beside my hips on the sofa caging me in. My breathing hitched. There was nowhere to run. His body wasn't touching mine, but boy did I want it to. " Not your type huh? So... you wouldn't mind if I check?"--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Copyright law ... All rights reserved to CherryKel only. No one is allowed to plagiarize, repost this story or anything else that comes to mind, without the author's written and signed consent.
8 394

