It was Thursday night where there was a party, full of people dancing and disco lights were glittering around. Some were drinking glasses of coke and sprite while the others were drinking alcoholic drinks. The party was wild that no one ever left it clean. In the meantime a young woman went to the washroom to rinse her face. She heard of horrible voices that scared her terribly.

"Who's this?" shouted the young woman.

As long as she shouted, the voices were getting high as the whole washroom was vibrated. She ran outside shouting aloud. Most people were staring at her. She came close to her hubby and hugged him tightly.

"What happened Sarah?" asked the hubby (Nahim).

"Nahim, I heard voices, since the last time I heard from the haunted plane" said the young woman (Sarah).

When the party was over, Nahim consoled her as Sarah was curled like a cat. Nahim put his jacket on her shoulder as she was feeling cold. It was raining while the couple walked in the middle of the streets where there were no transports. Both felt cold as there was no umbrella to hold. They heard the howling sounds surrounded by an evil cackling laugh and the couple got scared. Both looked back as they saw the bloody red eyes. They ran such that chased by the red eye.

The couple saw a man with a motorbike, whose headlight was shiny and effective as the sun but his whole figure was shadowy. When the engine was about to be started, he got down from the bike. The red eyes were shown as five black dressed soldiers with pilot helmets who had laser guns. The man danced while he switched on his cellphone and listening to typical Bengali songs. The soldiers did not understand him as he was dancing in a strange manner. When he smashed one of the soldiers, the others ran away. He ran as fast as the wind and unmasked them. While he choked one of the soldiers' he unmasked the helmet.

"Who hired you, you idiot young man?" asked the bearded man on the hood.

"None" said the soldier.

"Oh, poor little fellow, wanna have money?" asked the man on the hood.

 "No" said the soldier.

"Say it, who hired you?" asked the man on the hood.

"Nahim's father! We are his henchemen" he gasped.

"Good boy" said the man on the hood.

When he unveiled the hood, the couple had widen their mouths with surprise.

"Detective Wahid?" said the couple.

"Yes, you goddamn idiots! Why the hell you guys did went to the party at night? I forbid you guys to go out until I will solve a mystery. Anyways, what happened was happened but just be alert next time" said the man in the hood (Detective Wahid).

Unlike all detectives, Detective Wahid was a little casual and informal man much more asexual. The seniors get irritated by his antics such as the way he talks to his clients. Anyways, back to the story- he arrested the Nahim's father for the lifetime imprisonment. What a relief that Detective Wahid got. Therefore, he relaxed in his office, while drinking a cup of coffee. One of his friends, Ismael came inside his office. He was lean, tall and had a husky beard. He usually wears black t-shirts, brown long jackets and a red shoulder bag.

"Hey man! How's life?" asked Ismael.

"Just nothing much. You know, story of my life" said Wahid

"I see. By the way, I just heard Nahim's father was arrested" said Ismael.

"Yes, but sometimes, newspapers are bullshits" said Wahid.

Suddenly, a lean, tall man with a French Beard went inside Wahid's cabin.

"Private Wahid! I am disappointed at you" said the man.

"Why Professor Abir?" asked Wahid.

"Yesterday, you ate too much of sweets made by my Rubina darling! Even you used perverted words at sister Ruma but you are a kind person at heart as children tackled your languages. So call me sir! Anyways it's a prank. I am proud of you" said Professor Abir.

Abir put his hands on Wahid's shoulders with a gentle smile. 

"Anyways, just take some detection classes Mr. Wahid, I'll be out of the country. Take care of yourself" said Abir.

Therefore, as Abir left Wahid's cabin as he was in a rush.

Ismael said "I will take the detection classes and by the way, a new client looked for you"

"Who?" asked Wahid in a sigh.

"A man with a green striped shirt" said Ismael.

"Ok, let this guy in" said Wahid.

As the man got into Wahid's cabin, the man introduced himself as Sultan Shah.

"Are you a living Shah Legend?" asked Wahid.

"Yes, I am. Got to the point, I have to mention you that since a plane crashed into our garden my wife started to see hallucinations of the zombies.  I took her into sieges and a lot of holy monks to cure him. All they mentioned is 'only God can cure her' " said Sultan.

"So, Mr. Shah, I would be pleased to meet you. You might have a pretty wife that may be a ghost loved her" said Wahid.

"No, I think you have to solve this case" interrupted Sultan.

"Sounds like the Baskerville myth" said Wahid.

"Of course, I think you could help us, though" said Sultan.

"Yes, I can, smarty pants... I guess I had that long ago" said Wahid.

"So, you are hired for now" said Sultan.