Chapter 18 Death is approaching!
George Stacy stood in front of a house.

The house in front of him was dilapidated, with broken shutters and walls covered with vines that were twenty or thirty years old. The dense leaves and veins almost broke the walls into pieces.

Even in the backward neighborhood of Brooklyn, such dilapidated houses are rare.

A gust of cold wind blew by, rolling up the fallen leaves on the door curtains, and the entangled wind chimes made messy sounds.

"Is this where Frank Gleason lives?"

George asked the police officer next to him.

"Yes, here it is."

Three days have passed since Josh Robb was murdered.

The New York Police Department began investigating information about people related to the victim, including his parents, friends, and people with whom he had conflicts.

Frank Gleason was the student who had been bullied by him.

The other party had not come to school for two days, so George brought police officers to his home to investigate.

The police rang the doorbell and waited for a long time, but no one came to open the door.

George waited outside the door for a long time, but no sound came from the house.

Standing in front of the door, he took a look inside.

The furniture inside was neatly arranged and covered with a light layer of dust, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

He tried pushing the door, but it didn't budge.

You can only contact the owner of the house and bring the key to open the door.

The Gleasons were renting the house and were not the actual owners.

With the help of the landlord, George Stacy and the police officers entered the room.

As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a special smell.

It was like the smell of mold, or like the smell of a corpse that had been rotting for a long time due to bacteria.

The smell was difficult to describe accurately, but to George Stacy, it was a strange smell of complete stagnation.

He immediately had a bad premonition, his muscles tensed, and his expression instantly became solemn.

I took a quick look around the living room and didn't find anything.

He had read the family's information before coming.

The man's name is Jon and the woman's name is Maggie. They have been divorced for six months.

Frank Gleason is their son, a student at Midtown High School, who lives here with his father, Jon.

Moreover, Jon is not a serious person and he hangs out in Hell's Kitchen all year round. He is a member of the Mafia.

"It seems that no matter what I do recently, I always encounter things related to the Hand."

George, observing his surroundings, muttered to himself helplessly.

Not finding anything on the first floor, he decided to check the second floor.

After walking a bit further up the carpeted stairs, he soon smelled a stronger odor.

The police downstairs were asked to come over, and several people followed the smell towards its source.

Finally, the few people entered an airtight room sealed by curtains.

The room was filled with a strange, rancid smell, so strong that it almost made one vomit.

There are countless glass cases inside, and inside the transparent glass cases are motionless spiders.

"South American Tarantula, Mexican Red Paint Head, Chilean Red Rose"

George Stacy quickly identified the species of these pet spiders.

He never imagined that someone would keep so many spiders in his room.

However, all these spiders were dead at this time.

Turning his eyes away from the spiders, George looked around elsewhere.

Soon he noticed a faint figure in the corner of the room, behind the curtains hanging on the ground.

He took out his pistol and put his men on alert. George Stacy walked over carefully, raised his pistol and aimed at the shadowy figure behind the curtain.

After he was ready, he asked his men to go over and open the curtains.

"Shh!"

The curtains were suddenly drawn open, and the shadow behind them fell towards the police officer.

The startled police officer quickly moved to the side.

"Bang"!
The dark shadow fell heavily to the ground.

After seeing the object lying on the ground, George and the police officers next to him all gasped.

This is the exact same silk cocoon that the corpse in the storage room at Midtown High School found.

It looks like there's something wrapped inside.

"Shet!"

After cursing, George put down his pistol and signaled the police officer to cut open the silk cocoon with a dagger.

Inside the silk cocoon, a terrifying blue face appeared in front of everyone.

This face looks like the male owner, Jon.

The way the body died and was wrapped in a silk cocoon was exactly the same as at Midtown High School.

George Stacy, who had already guessed something, ordered his men, "Send the medical examiner and more personnel here immediately. Also, search the entire city for Frank Gleason."

The biggest suspect at the moment is Frank Gleason.

Although the way he killed and wrapped up his father was extremely cruel and bizarre, he had already witnessed the evil of human nature and many cruelties in his career as a policeman.

No matter how unreasonable it is, he will always consider the worst.

Covering his mouth and nose, he exhaled slightly and walked out of the room.

A photo on the desk at the door of the room caught his attention.

Picking up the photo, he froze in place.

The person in the photo was actually his daughter Gwen Stacy!
Frank Gleason was Gwen's classmate, and he collected Gwen's photo.
It was obvious that this guy had bad intentions towards his daughter.

"Damn it, damn it! Damn it!"

Pulling out his cell phone, he quickly called Gwen.

Midtown High School.

The postponed rugby match took place today.

The school playground was crowded with people.

The students seemed to have put Josh's death behind them and were enjoying the feast.

The game hasn't started yet, but the playground is filled with noisy laughter and screams at night.

The bonfire was lit and the colorful flags were waved, making a rustling sound.

The boys shouted "Go White Sharks!" and ran around the playground waving flags.

The cheerleaders performed enthusiastically, showing off their white thighs that made the students scream.

The air was filled with the hormones of carnival, and the girls in corsets made a rustling sound when they walked.

Gwen was sitting in the audience seats of the playground. She glanced around the audience seats nearby, but was a little disappointed when she didn't see Peter.

The screen of the phone in his pocket lit up and it was a call from George Stacy.

Since she had turned her phone to silent mode and the surroundings were noisy, she didn't know there was a call coming in.

"boom!"

A bunch of fireworks exploded in the sky. Under the brilliant light, Frank Gleason, who was being looked for by the police, stood at the entrance of the playground.

Frank, with messy brown hair and cold eyes, walked towards the competition venue.

(End of this chapter)