The Queen Of Thugs
Chapter 4's

Lizzie Prov Abraham.

As good as I know my identity before I return to the storyline, okay according to the author's request.

My name is Liz, Lizzie abraham the only daughter of Abraham's extended family and the sole heir of my father's company .

But I refuse to be the sole heir, Shadow! I don't know my own father's job . And again I'm very curious but my great and clever father is matchless ( hey this is the fact I'm not just boasting, okay?).

Butler Gun says "Miss Lizzie, how hard you refuse you will still be the sole heir , I'm sure you won't disappoint Mr. Abraham any more you'll fall in love with your work one day."

"...Like your father and grandfather who fell in love with their job , an Abraham will still be an Abraham no matter what Miss thinks of this so trust me who has worked in the Abraham family for 30 years."

That remark would have left me half-dead if it wasn't for my friend's request to stay at home I'd have gone and thrown away my surname.

Briefly being the sole heir in my family it makes me uncomfortable however, I should be grateful that even if I was required to be as perfect as possible I could still have an understanding father.

Okay, now we're back to the storyline.

I put a pile of files on my front desk Asta more precisely my little friend, he knitted his eyebrows when he saw a pile of files in front of him and then smiled obliquely .

"Insidens about serial murders starting from July 20th Wednesday" I said as my friend read the file I gave her while hearing me.

He was indeed privileged to be able to halve his concentration of "Victims of this murder there were five, ' he said , each time we found the body we saw was a separate body and head of mutilation victims found in different places, libraries, school warehouses, sausage rooms, and so on , the guy's locker room and his parking lot are right in the moat that borders the football field and the parking lot."

Asta took his eyes off the kertaa he read and looked at me "Mmm loe again investigate the case?."

"Yes." I nodded.

"Try loe's story about loe's research."

"Well, I want to know the results of my investigation, why did you cut it ?."

"Loe screamed it was just the cover of the doang earlier."

I don't think with this one kid "Okay I go on again..."

I continued my story starting from where I found the first victim and the thing that caught my attention the most.

" Okay now I want to ask you a question loe." Asta justifies his sitting position.

"okay."

"Loe said when there was a victim falling in the photo to the members of the osis there were those in sayat - sayat pake razor-stained blood & 'I wonder why you can guess that?."

I smiled wryly at his stupid question "This is just my guess, but I'm sure this is the fact that his incision marks are not wide and there are blood stains on every incision."

"Is there a small knife?."

I felt checkmate by his "OK means his weapon between a folding knife and a razor."

"And it says 'Die - die !! ...' ." Asta's holding up a polaroid photo I took at the scene.

"Pointing out the perpetrator threatened the victim and also reminding us and the investigators not to underestimate it."

"And the inscription 'Die - die ..!!, this also indicates that the perpetrator wants to feel like we are..."

A voice interrupted Asta's speech.

"An eye - an eye is not great if the Agent does not have a strong memory ..." Said mr. Andrew as he walked into the classroom.

Yup, now I'm in the top secret room for the eyes - eyes with a high and cool security system .

In addition to functioning as a Place of Eye Agent - the eyes of senior work also become the center of the office, here also there is an eye agent school - the eyes of only certain people who can enter here.

I pulled out my seat and looked ahead.

"Ladies, sharp memories are very important to us so if your memory is not sharp then you are not great eyes even though you are very good at some things ..." Mr. Andrew turned to the blackboard and crossed out a few words.

"The greatest weapon for the eyes is , Memory is very important for us with there are sharp memories we can remember things we have seen and are very detailed so the mission you live will be so easy if you have a strong memory... Miss Feterman is forbidden to stop taking notes on what I'm telling you."

Anna gasped in surprise when she heard that she looked at Mr. Andrew who continued to write on the blackboard without looking back.