Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

481  A complicated Psycho

In a massive hospital belonging to the great Hou family, many nurses and attending doctors were pulled by the sudden influx of children today.

The place had turned into a kindergarten and day center, with countless children crying, squirming about and wiggling for mercy, very scared of being at a hospital.

Who wouldn't be scared?

Wasn't this the ace with pointy needs, and strange people in lab coats that only want to poke and touch their skins randomly?

(:T0T:)

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Ah yes, many still recalled their last visits here when the man/woman in white placed stickers in their mouths and flashed light in their eyes to see what was going on inside their mouths.

Many had vivid imaginations, recalling how in some cartoons, these people in white would use giant construction drills in their pateint's mouths.

Gulp.

Their tongues were not freed from the hands of these wicked people in white.

This was the place true evil was born, so why would they want to be here?

It became a cry fest here, with many looking at their guardians who betrayed them more than twice today.

"Mom! Am I really yours?"

"Yeah, Dad. Don't you love me anymore?"

"Big sis, you are bullying too much! When Dad comes back from work, I will tell on you!"

The older sister of 20 chuckled. "Sure. You do that, tattletale. You won't have to wait for too long because Dad is already on his way."

Many older siblings couldn't help wondering if they were this stupid and naive when younger.

At this rate, won't their younger siblings one day get kidnapped with how stupid they are?

Well, no matter how much the children cried and wiggled their guardians still held on to them well, lest they ran away from the hospital when they were distracted.

This wasn't a joke.

Some had even heard the whispers of their little ones who spoke to other children making plans to escape and run back home.

The fools didn't even know the way back home from here. So wouldn't they be more likely to get lost?

(~w~)

If they did, they might be trafficked or taken into a strange vehicle by bad people.

Once again, everyone felt after this whole fiasco ended, they must educate the children even more.

Such Stupidity was enough to cause all bad guys to swarm their way in the future.

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As for why there were so many children, it was because some of the parents, siblings or relatives who stayed back home didn't just let things go like this.

They not only called the police to report the matter but also headed for the nearby blocks, telling the guardians of what happened.

Understand that the ice cream truck passed through several blocks, including theirs around the area before leaving.

Some homes backed each other, like a home in street/block A sitting on the left, had its garden fence dividing it from another garden fence belonging to a person in Block B, the other side.

So very quickly, many headed to the garden fence, calling their neighbors and accusing the matter over the fence.

What? Such a big thing happened in their neighborhood and they didn't even know about it.

Today was Saturday, so most were chilling at home.

Some parents almost fainted from shock when recalling that their children had already finished eating the ice cream they bought a while back.

When rushing to see their children, they saw some crying, saying they didn't feel so good.

Some even looked deadly pale, as their faces turned ashy white and their lips very blue.

Ahhhhhh!!!!

It's over, it's over!

Their babies were poisoned!

Plop!

Many dropped their garden equipment and rushed for their car keys, driving off while cursing the ice cream man with every fiber of their being, not even caring that their children were hearing them cus.

"Hello? 911? Yes, I want to report a crime, a very very horrid, despicable one!... it's about the Ice cream man who drives around our lane!" ('^')

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[The ice cream--]

"Yes! The bastard must've already poisoned no less than 200 children at this rate!"

[What? Where is he? Can you describe what he looks like? What is his name? What truck logo is on the vehicle? Are the children alright? Hold on Ma'am help is on the way!]

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The news the police were getting was nonstop about the matter.

Over 80 parents and gardens had called to report the same incident, some cursing, some crying and some begging for justice.

They described their children's blue lips and pale figures, causing the police to fret even more.

Policemen were already sent to the scene.

In a vehicle, Detectives Hardy and Shalom were brainstorming on the matter, wondering if this was a case of deep revenge or a case of a random psycho who gets off from torturing children.

Dammit!

"Usually, they even choose to leave the children out of things when doing their psycho madness. They drive more pleasure from someone with good enough strength to resist them. That way it makes their killing more fun."

"That's true. Why attack so many children and risk getting yourself apprehended... this should be the big question."

"Hmhm. We might be looking at all this wrong. Maybe the children are the real distraction to keep us looking away from a bigger crime that's about to be commuted."

"Shalom, I think you've got a solid point there… Perhaps this isn't about revenge or some psycho's way of getting around. Maybe it's done by some organized syndicate who plans to rob the Armoglian Bank since its headquarters is in the city."

"No. No. No. I don't think anyone can ever rob that crazily secured place. Maybe they are after smaller banks or after some biochemical weapon."

"But let's touch on the aspect of revenge again. Although it's unlikely that everyone in so many blocks had deeply offended the Ice cream man, what if there was no one in particular he was aiming for and the rest were only collateral damage to the cause?"

"You're right. It could be that, or... maybe the Ice Cream man had been set up."

"Hmhm. One of the children (Big Ben), told the parents that he thought it was the Ice cream man's evil twin. All the other children also felt something off about today's ice cream man but couldn't point their fingers at what exactly the problem was."

"Exactly. Don't forget that children are more sensitive to such things than us, adults. "

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For a moment, the men fell in silence, as they drove to the ice cream man's location provided by the operator.

Finding clues that could pin him down or give them an insight into why he was involved was very important.

Additionally, they also had to look for clues about whether he was forced to do it by others or was in a terrible bind with no way out.

"I get that Hardy, but this doesn't make any sense. He has been honest for the most part of his life. Sure, he was a delinquent when younger, but he changed his life around and became his own boss, making money from selling ice cream."

"Don't forget that he also has 3 ice cream trucks with several employees under his belt. What's more, his ice cream shop in the lower riverside is also doing well."

"Exactly! So why do this?... I don't know man... but something is not adding up."

"That we can agree on."

Vrmmmmm~

Like so, the vehicle speeded up significantly, heading to the suspect's home… But when they got there, the terrible feeling in their guy couldn't stop growing heavier by the second.

None spoke to each other, but came to the side of the door, leaning against the walls with tenor guns in their hands.

After ringing the doorbell for a while there was still no response.

It's possible that he could still be out since the ice cream truck wasn't here, nor was his private vehicle.

Don't ask why a boss of a company would still like driving around in various blocks with ice cream.

Maybe he enjoyed doing it.

Hey... there are still some wealthy people who loved doing things like being a cab drivers or school bus drivers.

People develop odd habits the older they got.

The suspect was 57 years old this year, single.

He had a wife, but she and his unborn baby had an accident dying in his younger years.

Since then, he has never narrowed and never even had another girlfriend or love interest.

He has already drawn to a will, giving 95% of his money and properties to kid foundations and charity homes.

As for his niece and her family, he will leave her with just one of his stores upon his death.

She and her own children can decide what to do with it.

His house would also be sold and given to charity upon his death.

The 57-year-old was quite a nice man and truly remarkable in heart, so forgive them for doubting his relationship with the case.

It was most likely a setup in their opinion.

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["Mr. Donald CawingYu, this is the police.]

--No response.---

1, 2, 3...

Bam!

The door was knocked open, and when they entered the first thing they saw was a severed head.

The head looked several days old, leaving the duo breathless.

"This... this... this... if is that Mr. Donald--"

"Hen who is the one--"

Ah! Both of them stared at each other with widened eyes.

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"Evil twin!"