CHAPTER 2: THE DEAD DO SPEAK
“OK, what do we have here, Jon?”
“Three siblings, namely Jackie, Peter and Suzie Han. Found dead in their rooms practically turned into bite-size meatballs.”
The three mutilated siblings of Lionel Han’s were taken into Justin’s domain—the surgery autopsy room. He had just done washing his hands and was getting ready with his plastic gloves while turning on the tape recorder. He had a habit of recording anything he had said during his autopsy.
“Um, is it OK if I talk too?” Jonathan asked tentatively, looking at the tape recorder which was on.
“Be my guest,” Justin replied. “It’ll be good to have another human talking instead of me babbling to myself for a change. I don’t want to end up catching any unearthly sounds on tape. It gets eerie when you’re around dead bodies.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Jonathan shivered a little. “So what’s your analysis for the day?”
“Let’s see…” Justin replied as he took a closer look at each and every one of the victims. “Well, this little boy, Jackie, right? He was hacked really hard, and from that clean cut I’d say it has to be a heavy sharp weapon, most probably an axe. Pretty nifty and sharp though. Check the relaxed muscles on his face. There is no indication of shock or tenseness of any kind. The perpetrator must have hacked him in his sleep.”
“Well, at least he never felt a thing,” Jonathan said as he looked at the mangled brain of the little boy. With that kind of state, the undertaker is going to expect his job cut out for him.
“Yes, and the murderer started out with the head too because he didn’t want Sleeping Cutie here to wake up the other kids,” Justin said as he pointed at the other hack wounds on his abdomen, chest and the amputated right arm. “See these wounds here and those tiny squishy clumps? That’s pieces of his brain and skull fragments stuck to it, courtesy of axe-hacking leftovers, and hey,” Justin used a pair of tweezers and plucked a strand of hair from his gut, “I found Sleeping Cutie’s hair in his colon.”
“Well, Sleeping Cutie sure had a gross end to his life,” Jonathan replied, trying to keep his dinner in his gut. Though he had been working in this field for quite a while and has been trained to look directly at dead bodies, he could never hang on for too long. “What about Suzie?”
“Well, Suzie here is a much kinder case. Let’s see…” Justin rubbed his chin and scrutinized the body. “You’re in a right track here, Jon. This girl definitely was stabbed, and look,” he pointed at the deep gash that ran into her chest, “this guy must have put in a lot of force because judging by the pressure of the skin and the muscles embedded down into the lungs and also that punctured heart, he definitely had stabbed her real deep to make sure that she was killed unaware and die in an instant. He had the whole blade shoved down to her lung and through her heart. Ouch, that’s gotta hurt!”
“Sure it is,” Jonathan said, feeling the steamed fish he just ate going up his throat. “And it did hurt her until she woke up the other brother Peter. Jude gave her theory about him putting a struggle with the perpetrator and…”
“Oh, Peter! How can I forget about you?” Justin exclaimed, as if this entire autopsy was a sort of fun activity for him. He rushed over to Peter’s body, which was also as mangled as his other brother, and went through him with much interest. “Yes, yes, of course. He did put up with a struggle. Look at his slight bruise on his cheek—well, what’s left of it, that is. It looks like our psycho tried to beat the lights out of him but it didn’t work, so he tried to strangle him.”
“Strangle?” Justin’s words distracted him a little from the goriness. He looked at where Justin was pointing and sure enough, there were finger marks on the boy’s neck and serious bruising that followed.
“That’s one thing that surprises me, because this guy actually tried to strangle him with one hand,” Justin said as he continued pointing certain parts of the finger marks. “Usually when you want to strangle someone to death, you use both hands to apply more pressure and tighten the airway,” Justin demonstrated to him with his own hands, “and the marks usually have an overlap or a double set of finger marks on both sides of the neck. But this,” Justin pointed at the neck again, “is a one-hand deal. The finger marks were only present at the right side of the neck, which means he was using only his left hand to strangle him.”
“Or to hold him down,” Jonathan remembered the huge patch of blood Judith shown at the crime scene where she got her theory on the kid being dragged back to bed. “The murderer was trying to hold the kid down while he/she hacked his brains off.”
“There’s no way a normal human can hold a kid down with just one hand,” Justin said as he checked his tape recorder to see if there’s any tape left. “I mean, he’s got to be at least 8 years old, and an 8-year-old still has enough strength to break free from a one-hand grasp. Unless we have a very strong man who plays basketball.”
“You mean the kind like Sakuragi in Slam Dunk where he holds the basketball with one hand? It’s possible.”
Both boys turned to Judith who was standing there with her usual file of manga artworks in one hand and eating a chocolate bar with another. Jonathan grimaced; how could she stomach that food in the presence of a threesome of dead mangled bodies? Judith tossed another chocolate bar to Justin who was turning off the tape recorder. He thanked her, unwrapped the chocolate bar and ate it with flourish. Jonathan could have sworn that the coke he just drank was churning in his stomach, ready to be regurgitated. He grabbed Judith’s arm and dragged her out of the autopsy room.
“What? What? What’s wrong, Mark David?” Judith asked in surprise.
“Don’t you ever, ever eat in front of a corpse while I’m around!” Jonathan said between clenched teeth. “It’s filthy and disgusting and down right…”
“Interesting?” Judith grinned as she took another bite from the chocolate bar. She just loved to intimidate the ever temper-disordered Jonathan.
“Stop acting like Hakkai! You’re not Cho Hakkai at all!”
“Well, we took the Genzomaden Saiyuki personality test together and you saw who I’m like,” Judith replied, putting a mock cute face. Before Jonathan could argue, she pointed, “That’s right. I’m Cho Hakkai and my attitude suits it, and don’t you try denying it. Why don’t you just ignore me like the Genjo Sanzo you are?”
Jonathan let out a long, deep breath before growling, “Alright~! What were you doing at the autopsy room anyway? You’re not going to show off another of your manga artworks, are you? We’re in the middle of a case here!”
“I know that!” Judith said, punching his shoulder lightly and grinning all the way. “I just came by to tell you that we’ve the results of the evidence we’ve bagged in.”
“And…?”
“Well, no lead for the knife, ‘coz we couldn’t find any fingerprints on it. Whoever this guy is or how rushy he was to leave the scene, he didn’t go there unprepared. But we have a small lead on the thread you found from the window.”
“What about?” Jonathan asked.
“I’ve taken it to the lab to do some microscopic checking and asked Rebecca for help to check on what kind of fabric this thread might come from, since she knows more of these girl things than I do,” Judith replied as she handed the plastic evidence bag to Jonathan. “Turned out it’s from a kind of black rayon shirt which thieves often wear when they want to burglar a house, and she told me that rayon clothes are so last season and the shirt must have been way old judging by the polarity of the thread. Even burglars wear either synthetic or normal T-shirts to rob nowadays.”
“So we’re looking for someone who could be an athlete, especially a basketball player, and has a serious fashion sense deficiency. Hmm…” Jonathan stared at the thread in the bag for a moment before patting Judith on the head, like he used to when he was in college with her. “Good work, Jude. Keep it up, and keep me posted on anything new.”
“Yeah, Mark David, sure. No problem.”
Judith stared at Jonathan as he walked down the corridor and went to the lift. He has left the building to probably check up on the case for further info. She sighed.
“Some things just don’t change.”
Saturday, April 29, 2017
CSI: Asia-Chp1
CHAPTER 1: THE MURDER BEGINS
The quiet housing estate of Taman Kingfisher was slightly disturbed with the loud blasting noises coming from one of the double-storey houses. Songs like Linkin Park, Limp Bizkit, Aerosmith and Blink 182 could be heard ringing out of the house as the teenagers were having some sort of a crash party. A lot of hullabaloo was going on and the neighbours were either very patient or were really used to it to be able to tolerate such racket.
Moments later, the phone rang. The host of the party, a young teenager named Lionel Han walked over and answered the phone. He yelled for one of them to turn the volume down a little before picking up the cordless phone and spoke, “Hello, who’s this?”
There was no definite answer, but the boy thought he heard a distant laugh. He listened for another minute and demanded, “Hey, who the heck is this?”
The laugh continued, showing that the person on the other side didn’t intend to answer properly. Lionel hung up and continued to enjoy the party. A few minutes later, the phone rang again and the same thing happened again. It continued for a few more phone calls and the boy thought that enough was enough. He dialed the number of the police and told them what happened.
“Alright, boy,” the police agreed after hearing his story. “We’ll trace the call if you want, but I must say it could be a prank call, since whoever it is must be annoyed with the racket you’re making.”
“Well, whatever payback they’re doing, it is my right to have a party here,” Lionel said haughtily. “Just trace the damn call.”
The party continued as usual for the next 30 minutes or so until the phone rang again. The boy was ready for it. He answered the phone and as expected, the laughing sound continued. Before he could shout out his curses at whoever it was at the end of the line, a bloodcurdling scream was heard. Everyone turned to see the boy’s sister practically crawled out of the room of their younger siblings’ bedroom, her legs going weak all over. They heard a distant crash of glass from the room and muttered to each other, looking at each other with questioning eyes. The girls came to Lionel’s sister’s aid. Lionel rushed to her and asked, “What is it? What’s going on?!”
“Our…Our little brother…and sister…Help…!” the sister was at lost of words, almost choking out of shock.
Lionel hung up the cordless phone and threw it to one of his friends before rushing up to the room where his younger siblings slept. He had left them to sleep in the room (wasn’t easy ‘coz they wanted to stay up late with them and join the party) and he kept the door closed so that the racket would not disturb them. Everyone craned their necks to see what was going on. The friend who took the phone, Gary Yap, decided to go upstairs and check it out. He was halfway up the stairs when he heard Lionel scream in horror. He took two steps at a time and could see his friend vomiting at the carpeted the floor outside the room. Gary took a look inside the room and could feel the popcorn going up his throat.
When the phone rang again, Gary took the liberty to pick it up. It was the police, and their voice sounded grave and serious, “Kid, whatever you’re doing right now, stop right this instant and get out of the house quietly.”
“Too late,” Gary wheezed, his legs going weak as he knelt beside the regurgitating Lionel.
Police cars and ambulances gathered around the house of Lionel Han and curious neighbours came out of their homes to check out what was going on. Soon, a Proton Wira parked beside on of the police cars and out came Jonathan, Judith and Elaine. The girls carried their gadget boxes and they all looked pretty professional. They showed their badges to the police standing guard to keep the public away and they were let in. Careful not to tread on anything that might be relevant evidence, they went all the way upstairs to the kids’ room, led by an Indian officer.
“What have we got here, sir?” Jonathan asked, looking around.
“A very gruesome murder has happened, sir,” the Indian officer replied in his thick Indian accent. “The kids were having a sort of crash party down here and the big sister tried to check out the younger kids, and…well, they found them like this.”
The 3 CSI agents took a peek into the room. There was blood and gore everywhere and 3 bodies could be seen on the carpeted floor. It was a terrible massacre. As Elaine and Judith walked over to check the bodies, Jonathan stayed behind to talk to the Indian officer to brief him of what exactly happened before he walked up to the window which was smashed, leaving a few fragments still jutting out of the frame. He peered closely at the jutting fragments and could see a small—very small—bundle of thread hanging on one of the fragments’ sharp edge. He took out a pair of tweezers from his pocket and picked up the thread before dropping them into the evidence plastic bag. He turned to his fellow colleagues and asked, “What do we have, girls?”
“We have two kids who were hacked in the head with something razor sharp,” Judith replied. “And it could be something heavy too. Maybe an axe or something.”
“And the third kid looked like it had a stab wound on the chest,” Elaine replied. “And…her left leg was amputated. It was a hack job too. Whoever did it didn’t hesitate to do so.”
“The things people do to kids these days,” Jonathan replied, shaking his head. He looked sideways and picked up something from under the desk. It was a vegetable knife, and its blade was blood-stained. He nudged Elaine and said, “I think I’ve found the murder weapon for your legless kid there.”
Elaine took it and slipped it into another evidence plastic bag. Judith continued to check out the bodies that were laid before her. The children were no older than 8 or 9 years old and their heads were practically mangled with the hack job done on them. Fragments of their skulls and a good deal of blood mixed with pieces of brains soaked and drenched onto the bed sheets and pillow cases. There were other several hacks on some part of their bodies and she noticed that one child had his right arm amputated off and the other child’s left arm was gone. Judith looked around the place and couldn’t find the arms.
“It’s clear that this kid was the first to die,” Elaine said, checking her share of the dead body. “Judging by the pressure of the carpet, the perpetrator moved towards this kid first and stabbed her. And the stab wound looks a little old, maybe about more than half an hour. Jude, what are the wounds on your kids?”
“Hmm…” Judith looked at the kids, then replied, “The first boy here had wounds probably about half an hour old or earlier, and the other boy’s wounds are still pretty fresh. You’re right, your kid died first before the others. And the last kid had to put up with a struggle. There are bloody footprints everywhere and look,” Judith pointed at a huge patch of blood on the carpet floor and a few trails of blood which looked like dragged streaks, “he was dragged back to bed after the murderer hacked him.”
“Well, whoever did this was pretty much in a hurry because he actually left the weapon lying around and he escaped from crashing through the window,” Jonathan said as he waved the evidence bag containing the thread to his colleagues. “And also,” he walked over to the bedroom door and gave it a few raps, “this room is soundproof.”
“How did you know?” Elaine and Judith were curious.
“I’ve just talked to the Indian officer. He told me that when the teenage brother, Lionel Han received the laughing phone call from the perpetrator, he has heard nothing from upstairs although they have turned down the volume so that he could hear the perpetrator’s voice. Also, all the kids said that they heard a crash, which is this window here, only when the door was open and that they saw the sister crawling out of the room in fright. With blasting music and loud kids yelling and singing and dancing to the beat yet the kids are still able to sleep, this has to be soundproof.”
“What kind of music they’re playing?” Elaine asked.
“Linkin Park, Limp Bizkit, things teenagers love to listen these days,” Jonathan replied.
“Rad, really rad,” Judith said, nodding. “That’s something I listen to when I get in a bad mood. A little louder with the volume and it’ll break your eardrums and keep anyone awake all night.”
“Besides, you can tell by the wood it’s built out of,” Jonathan continued as he rapped the door a few times again. “Artificial. Something you don’t see growing out of trees. You hear those police chattering out there with the witnesses?”
The girls nodded. Jonathan shut the door and it was completely silent, except the occasional distant noises from the crashed window outside.
“Specially designed for kids who need adequate rest,” Elaine said as Jonathan reopened the door, letting in the chattering between the police and the witnesses. “Smart.”
“Hey, Mark David, I heard something about the police tracing the call of the murderer,” Judith said as she took a good look at the ashen face of Lionel Han, the big brother. “Where did the police say the call was traced to?”
“It turned out that this psychopath actually made the call from the extension phone upstairs,” Jonathan replied. Judith was the only person who would call Jonathan by his middle and last name. “They found the extension phone just right down there when the murderer made his getaway through the window. I told them to bag it and pass it to me.”
“Oh, OK,” Judith replied. Somehow she felt this type of murdering very familiar.
“We’ll need Justin’s help to further analyze the bodies,” Jonathan said as he made a phone call to Justin’s handphone at the crime lab. After giving brief orders, he let the paramedics take the small children away. As the three CSI agents continued to check out the crime scene, Judith overheard something Lionel was muttering to the police between sobs.
“I can’t believe it…our brothers and sister…killed during the month of the Hungry Ghost Festival…this is not good…their souls are going to be restless…Hungry Ghost Festival…not a good month to die…”
The murder seemed to get more and more familiar.
The quiet housing estate of Taman Kingfisher was slightly disturbed with the loud blasting noises coming from one of the double-storey houses. Songs like Linkin Park, Limp Bizkit, Aerosmith and Blink 182 could be heard ringing out of the house as the teenagers were having some sort of a crash party. A lot of hullabaloo was going on and the neighbours were either very patient or were really used to it to be able to tolerate such racket.
Moments later, the phone rang. The host of the party, a young teenager named Lionel Han walked over and answered the phone. He yelled for one of them to turn the volume down a little before picking up the cordless phone and spoke, “Hello, who’s this?”
There was no definite answer, but the boy thought he heard a distant laugh. He listened for another minute and demanded, “Hey, who the heck is this?”
The laugh continued, showing that the person on the other side didn’t intend to answer properly. Lionel hung up and continued to enjoy the party. A few minutes later, the phone rang again and the same thing happened again. It continued for a few more phone calls and the boy thought that enough was enough. He dialed the number of the police and told them what happened.
“Alright, boy,” the police agreed after hearing his story. “We’ll trace the call if you want, but I must say it could be a prank call, since whoever it is must be annoyed with the racket you’re making.”
“Well, whatever payback they’re doing, it is my right to have a party here,” Lionel said haughtily. “Just trace the damn call.”
The party continued as usual for the next 30 minutes or so until the phone rang again. The boy was ready for it. He answered the phone and as expected, the laughing sound continued. Before he could shout out his curses at whoever it was at the end of the line, a bloodcurdling scream was heard. Everyone turned to see the boy’s sister practically crawled out of the room of their younger siblings’ bedroom, her legs going weak all over. They heard a distant crash of glass from the room and muttered to each other, looking at each other with questioning eyes. The girls came to Lionel’s sister’s aid. Lionel rushed to her and asked, “What is it? What’s going on?!”
“Our…Our little brother…and sister…Help…!” the sister was at lost of words, almost choking out of shock.
Lionel hung up the cordless phone and threw it to one of his friends before rushing up to the room where his younger siblings slept. He had left them to sleep in the room (wasn’t easy ‘coz they wanted to stay up late with them and join the party) and he kept the door closed so that the racket would not disturb them. Everyone craned their necks to see what was going on. The friend who took the phone, Gary Yap, decided to go upstairs and check it out. He was halfway up the stairs when he heard Lionel scream in horror. He took two steps at a time and could see his friend vomiting at the carpeted the floor outside the room. Gary took a look inside the room and could feel the popcorn going up his throat.
When the phone rang again, Gary took the liberty to pick it up. It was the police, and their voice sounded grave and serious, “Kid, whatever you’re doing right now, stop right this instant and get out of the house quietly.”
“Too late,” Gary wheezed, his legs going weak as he knelt beside the regurgitating Lionel.
Police cars and ambulances gathered around the house of Lionel Han and curious neighbours came out of their homes to check out what was going on. Soon, a Proton Wira parked beside on of the police cars and out came Jonathan, Judith and Elaine. The girls carried their gadget boxes and they all looked pretty professional. They showed their badges to the police standing guard to keep the public away and they were let in. Careful not to tread on anything that might be relevant evidence, they went all the way upstairs to the kids’ room, led by an Indian officer.
“What have we got here, sir?” Jonathan asked, looking around.
“A very gruesome murder has happened, sir,” the Indian officer replied in his thick Indian accent. “The kids were having a sort of crash party down here and the big sister tried to check out the younger kids, and…well, they found them like this.”
The 3 CSI agents took a peek into the room. There was blood and gore everywhere and 3 bodies could be seen on the carpeted floor. It was a terrible massacre. As Elaine and Judith walked over to check the bodies, Jonathan stayed behind to talk to the Indian officer to brief him of what exactly happened before he walked up to the window which was smashed, leaving a few fragments still jutting out of the frame. He peered closely at the jutting fragments and could see a small—very small—bundle of thread hanging on one of the fragments’ sharp edge. He took out a pair of tweezers from his pocket and picked up the thread before dropping them into the evidence plastic bag. He turned to his fellow colleagues and asked, “What do we have, girls?”
“We have two kids who were hacked in the head with something razor sharp,” Judith replied. “And it could be something heavy too. Maybe an axe or something.”
“And the third kid looked like it had a stab wound on the chest,” Elaine replied. “And…her left leg was amputated. It was a hack job too. Whoever did it didn’t hesitate to do so.”
“The things people do to kids these days,” Jonathan replied, shaking his head. He looked sideways and picked up something from under the desk. It was a vegetable knife, and its blade was blood-stained. He nudged Elaine and said, “I think I’ve found the murder weapon for your legless kid there.”
Elaine took it and slipped it into another evidence plastic bag. Judith continued to check out the bodies that were laid before her. The children were no older than 8 or 9 years old and their heads were practically mangled with the hack job done on them. Fragments of their skulls and a good deal of blood mixed with pieces of brains soaked and drenched onto the bed sheets and pillow cases. There were other several hacks on some part of their bodies and she noticed that one child had his right arm amputated off and the other child’s left arm was gone. Judith looked around the place and couldn’t find the arms.
“It’s clear that this kid was the first to die,” Elaine said, checking her share of the dead body. “Judging by the pressure of the carpet, the perpetrator moved towards this kid first and stabbed her. And the stab wound looks a little old, maybe about more than half an hour. Jude, what are the wounds on your kids?”
“Hmm…” Judith looked at the kids, then replied, “The first boy here had wounds probably about half an hour old or earlier, and the other boy’s wounds are still pretty fresh. You’re right, your kid died first before the others. And the last kid had to put up with a struggle. There are bloody footprints everywhere and look,” Judith pointed at a huge patch of blood on the carpet floor and a few trails of blood which looked like dragged streaks, “he was dragged back to bed after the murderer hacked him.”
“Well, whoever did this was pretty much in a hurry because he actually left the weapon lying around and he escaped from crashing through the window,” Jonathan said as he waved the evidence bag containing the thread to his colleagues. “And also,” he walked over to the bedroom door and gave it a few raps, “this room is soundproof.”
“How did you know?” Elaine and Judith were curious.
“I’ve just talked to the Indian officer. He told me that when the teenage brother, Lionel Han received the laughing phone call from the perpetrator, he has heard nothing from upstairs although they have turned down the volume so that he could hear the perpetrator’s voice. Also, all the kids said that they heard a crash, which is this window here, only when the door was open and that they saw the sister crawling out of the room in fright. With blasting music and loud kids yelling and singing and dancing to the beat yet the kids are still able to sleep, this has to be soundproof.”
“What kind of music they’re playing?” Elaine asked.
“Linkin Park, Limp Bizkit, things teenagers love to listen these days,” Jonathan replied.
“Rad, really rad,” Judith said, nodding. “That’s something I listen to when I get in a bad mood. A little louder with the volume and it’ll break your eardrums and keep anyone awake all night.”
“Besides, you can tell by the wood it’s built out of,” Jonathan continued as he rapped the door a few times again. “Artificial. Something you don’t see growing out of trees. You hear those police chattering out there with the witnesses?”
The girls nodded. Jonathan shut the door and it was completely silent, except the occasional distant noises from the crashed window outside.
“Specially designed for kids who need adequate rest,” Elaine said as Jonathan reopened the door, letting in the chattering between the police and the witnesses. “Smart.”
“Hey, Mark David, I heard something about the police tracing the call of the murderer,” Judith said as she took a good look at the ashen face of Lionel Han, the big brother. “Where did the police say the call was traced to?”
“It turned out that this psychopath actually made the call from the extension phone upstairs,” Jonathan replied. Judith was the only person who would call Jonathan by his middle and last name. “They found the extension phone just right down there when the murderer made his getaway through the window. I told them to bag it and pass it to me.”
“Oh, OK,” Judith replied. Somehow she felt this type of murdering very familiar.
“We’ll need Justin’s help to further analyze the bodies,” Jonathan said as he made a phone call to Justin’s handphone at the crime lab. After giving brief orders, he let the paramedics take the small children away. As the three CSI agents continued to check out the crime scene, Judith overheard something Lionel was muttering to the police between sobs.
“I can’t believe it…our brothers and sister…killed during the month of the Hungry Ghost Festival…this is not good…their souls are going to be restless…Hungry Ghost Festival…not a good month to die…”
The murder seemed to get more and more familiar.
CSI: Asia-Character Intro
INTRODUCTION OF CHARACTERS
Jonathan Mark David – He is a Grissom look-a-like, as in attitude, not the hearing problem and the looks. He’s smart and calculative and has this unpredictable analysis ability. Very different from the conservative attitude of his Reverend father and head nurse mother, those whom he got the patience and smarts from. He is much of a loner (surfing the net and gathering info on his favourite stuff) except while working on a case with his team members. His younger brother was kidnapped by a slightly demented man (Jonathan recognized him as one of the people in church who came to his father for confession) when he was about 14 years old and he was the only one to crack the case among the baffled police department. Being acknowledged of his analytic abilities, this homicide detective soon became the head of the crime lab within 2 years of entering the police force. During his free time, he loved to indulge himself in anime, especially Genzomaden Saiyuki and Gundam Wing. He can’t seem to get enough of it. His team members loved him and hated him at the same time—love because he can produce a good, clean analysis on things but hate because during off-hours or at sudden moments, he would rave about his obsession on his favourite anime.
Judith Lai Chi In – She used to be in the wrong side of the law, as in stealing, playing truant, signature forgery and stuff. Despite her rich and luxurious life earned by her land broker father and kindergarten Headmistress mother, she’d rather ‘wallow in mud’ than being ‘spotless and clean’. She would be often seen happy and gay and all, but no one can ever see through her happy face what was she really feeling inside. Having witnessed her best friend Marina shot to death and finding out then that she was her half-sister, things began to change. With her outlaw skills and her unlimited patience, her talent in forensics was recognized and soon began to work under Jonathan Mark David. She’s also a linguist, as in she could speak English, Chinese, Malay, Cantonese, Hakka and a little bit of Hokkien (Chinese dialects) and some French, Japanese and German. Her ultimate dream is to become the world’s greatest manga-ka (comic artist) and she could be often seen carrying a file around filled with her artworks. The only one who could tolerate Jonathan’s anime obsession.
Rachel Yee – A bookworm and a very, very studious girl. She can be considered the Human Library because any question shot at her, she can answer it precisely and clearly. The team members often search for her when they have some doubt about things in the case. Born and bred from a decent family, her lifestyle is practically independent and no-nonsense kind. She collects books and you wouldn’t be surprised if you stumble upon the study room of her home. Though fully equipped with knowledge of forensics and topics related to this field, her first love would be literature. Books like Jane Ere, Romeo & Juliet, Much Ado About Nothing, Pride & Prejudice, Sense & Sensibility, etc…You name it, she got it. The most practical of all the CSI team members and is sometimes the object of admiration and affection to other men in the forensics, though she rejects them all due to the reason that they are ‘not intellectually enhanced’ as she was. The reasons for her to choose forensics to a potential English professor will be revealed in this fic.
Rebecca Liew Ee Tze – She is a cheery pie and has a knack of creating handicrafts during her free time. Since her father was a traveling businessman, she spend more time with her mother and her 3 sisters, and the frequent ‘girl talk’ between mother and daughters contributed to her cheerful and carefree attitude. She had always been fascinated with forensic science and she had high scores for all her science subjects. Her first love would be Physics, which is why she is mostly into the physics of weapons and bullets projecting and stuff. She has a red ribbon tied around her neck like a leash as a symbol of engagement with her boyfriend Cyril, who is working in Vancouver, that once he earned enough bucks, he’ll come back to marry her. Her optimistic and cheerful attitude contributes to the team members in a good way, especially when they are in a tense moment.
Elaine Majon – She didn’t start out to become a science freak at first, although she took Science Stream during high school. She was more into music and a little bit of literature and could master any instrument within a few practices. You can say she is a child prodigy when it comes to music (the female version of Mozart). But when a mistaken identity caused her friend to receive a shot in the head which was meant for her by a jealous fellow orchestra colleague, her perspectives and interest towards music took a swift turn to forensics, despite the protests from her decent over-protective parents. She refused to let other people to experience the same thing as her friend did and she can make certain cases that involved killing of innocent people get personal. Science has been her way of burying and venting all her misery and guilt towards her past and only when she gets in touch with music via her piano, then she was able to escape that feeling of guilt. Judith was the only one who could understand her pain as they both were same in a way.
Justin Chang – A private doctor at first before entering the forensics. Has high knowledge in medicine, first aid and anything to do with science, which fits his profession in the crime lab as a coroner. Has a cheerful nature but when it comes down to business, he portrays a very astonishing serious figure. His expertise in able to figure out in detail how, when, where and why the victim dies earned him high respects among his juniors in the coroner business. He was hired into the crime lab personally by the PD because of his expertise. Other times, he is a movie buff and knows almost every movie shown from past to present and often update himself with the latest or incoming movie. He has a passion for horror movies and the supernatural, so whether you ask him about the movie Urban Legend, Psycho, House on Haunted Hill, The Haunting or Sixth Sense, he can tell you precisely the whole story about it.
Saturday, March 4, 2017
My 12th dA Anniversary Q&A Session
Finally it's done! My very first vlog in response to my 12th dA anniversary in which I hosted a Q&A session on my deviantart journal! Audio is a little crappy coz I was using my laptop webcam, so if you can't hear what I'm saying, just crank up the volume a little bit.
My deviantart account: http://illusionevenstar.deviantart.com/
Pics and soundtracks (c) Their respective owners
Q&A screenshots (c) Mine
Nightcore-Written in the Stars
Another new Nightcore in the house
Song: Written in the Stars (Westlife)
Disclaimer: I do not own whatever was used to make this video
Nightcore-Soledad
Another new Nightcore in the house
Song: Soledad (Backstreet Boys)
Disclaimer: I do not own whatever was used to make this video
Nightcore-Ming Tian Ni Hao (Hello Tomorrow)
Another new Nightcore in the house
Song: Ming Tian Ni Hao [Hello Tomorrow] (TFBoys Cover)
Disclaimer: I do not own whatever was used to make this video
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