"Where did you get those photos?" June asked scrolling through the photos on Angeline's phone.

"A special friend," Angeline answered smiling innocently. June decided not to press the matter.

"No finger prints, no witnesses at all? No DNA traces?"

"As I was told no they don't have anything like that at all."

June muttered a curse under his breath, then turned his back towards Angeline and fell silent. Worrying that June had gone mute, Angeline amassed up all her courage and spoke:

"But there are clues."

"Go on."

"Pretend you are a serial killer June, now you killed somebody, how are you going to deal with the body?"

"...I will probably melt the body in acid that way it will be hard for the authorities to track down the body."

"What if you chopped up the body instead of melting it in acid?"

"Then I would bury the body parts in separate locations, that way it would be hard to track down."

"What if you plan on revealing the identity of the victim to the public in the first place, what is your intention behind that then?"

June thought for a long time, then turned and looked Angeline in the eye and answered.

"I want to tell everyone in the world, 'I killed somebody, what's the worst you can do to me?"

"Something like that." Angeline commented.

"What do you mean? Can you explain?"

"Like in the Sherlock Homes novels, the culprit will use some sort of method to provoke Sherlock. And now I have feeling we are the ones being taunted.

"Provoked? I really don't see it."

"Maybe that's because you are dull." Realizing she had gone overboard with her comment, she looked down at the ground, away from June. But when their eyes meet again, she saw no trace of resentment from June's eyes.

"Sorry."

"It's alright. Go on."

"The first piece of the body was found by a man during his morning jog, all pieces of the body were contained inside colorful piñatas. Now all 19 pieces of the body have been recovered and the identity of the body has just been identified this morning."

"Who was it?"

"A man named Michal. S. Davidson, do you happen to recognize his name?"

June froze for a moment, then drew back a chilling breath then said:

"I had some vague impressions of him; I was really familiar with him. I recall him being the Representive of some real estate company here. A while back we had a business deal between our companies, but in the end, due to some minor disagreement on the contract, the business ended there."

"When did this exactly happen?"

"It happened about a month ago, when I was still back in mainland China...you don't think I am the real culprit behind all this?"

"I never said that."

"Regardless of what you say, more or less I am related to this case." June sighed.

"...I thought about it before, you can't be the real culprit behind this."

"I am glad you think so, but I am curious of why you think I am not the real culprit all this?"

"Simple, the benefactor will not do something that will ruin his reputation, or harm his own interest."

"You are absolutely right, so what do you think is the intention and objective behind this case?"

"I can't tell the intention, as for the objective, I can think of two possibilities: One, this is the declaration of war between the real culprit and the authority. Two, someone means you harm and intends to lay the ultimate blame on you."

"Which one do you think has a greater possibility?"

"The second one. Because there is nothing that can make me believes that all of this is just some sort of coincidence. If it really was all just a huge coincidence, then we've been wasting our time discussing this."

"Alright, before drawing conclusions, we need to know how and when the crime was committed."

"The time was around 11pm, the day before the day before the body was found."

"So the act of putting the body into the Piñata and scattering it across the park was all done in one night."

"Yes, and this is the part that doesn't make any sense. the total distance between the piñatas was 50 kilometers and was all done in darkness."

"I noticed, and I don't think the crime was done by 1 person either. But have you ever considered the possibility of the culprit riding a bike?"

Angeline thought for a moment then replied: "Even if the culprit was riding a bike, all the piñatas he was carrying would get in the way too much, and some of the body parts were scattered on hills and forests, biking would then be impossible. If we can prove this crime was not done by 1 person, we can then rule out Reaper as our main suspect, because most serial killers prefer to work alone."

"At this rate, you should really become a detective."

"Thanks, I really appreciate it." Angeline smiled in response, then continued in a surprised voice: "I remember!"

"Remember what?"

"There is something about this case that's really been nagging me."

"What is it? Tell me."

"It's not far from here, follow me."

***

"Tell me what do you see?" Angeline turns and ask June, who stood several feet apart from her.

"I see a tree...what about this tree?"

"The first piñata was found hanging on that tree branch over there," Angeline pointed at a specific branch on the tree, and then continued:

"That morning when the man jogged by this path, he noticed blood dripping from the piñata, so he then called the police at once."

"I would guess that this tree branch is about 3 meters above ground, maybe a little less, so you are asking how that piñata was tied up there, or strapped up there?"

"Judging from the picture, the piñata was tied to the tree branch by four thin plastic ropes. So the question that has been nagging me, how did the culprit tie the piñata to that branch? A ladder would be too obvious...throwing up there, then tying it up...doesn't seem possible either..."

"Angeline." The sincerity in June voice grabbed Angeline attention immediately: "We proved it ourselves, the real culprit isn't alone."

"But I don't see how..." before Angeline finish her sentence, June suddenly came behind her, and lifted her up into the air then onto his shoulders. Through the entire process Angeline was thrashing and screaming:

"Wait! What are you doing!?"

"If you keep on shaking you will fall!"

On hearing those words, she stopped moving.

"Do you know what you are doing right now?" Angeline voice sounded like a 8 year old who was very cross at her parents.

"I am helping you solve the case of course. Just look upwards."

When Angeline looked up, she stopped complaining at once. Everything in her mind made sense at once.

"Can you reach it?" June asked.

Angeline extended her hand and found herself a couple centimetres short. Barely making it in the first attempt, Angeline tried once again; by sacrificing her balance, she gained a few more inches, and just barely touching the branches with the tip of her fingers.

"I did it!" Angeline said out loud.

"Watch out!..." just as June finished his sentence, Angeline began to fall backwards, time seemed to freeze, she became the pedal of flower forever floating in the air, the eye that can never close, the heart that never beats. What is about to happen in the following not even fate can decide, but in the end gravity dictates, Angeline fell to the ground. But it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would, on the contrary she felt all the shock has been absorbed by a soft surface. When she turned and looked down she found herself lying on June chest, she quickly got up and started apologizing to June like there would be no tomorrow.

"I am not dead you know. I am really alright." June said with a smile, but when he moved the slightest bit, his expression betrayed him.

"Does it really hurt a lot?"

"It really does."

Angeline began laughing out loud, a laugh so pure that June forgot all his pain. It was in that moment something deep inside his heart was resurrected. That it was that moment he really cherished his life.