Detective Tennis 2: Tennis Court Murders

The night was beautiful with the moon almost in full shape illuminated the streets. The stars shimmered beautifully that one could conclude that it was made for something enchanting and wonderful. Many people—most especially couples—would surely agree to that. But that particular night became stained in crimson red as a man wearing a hooded black cape and a black and white mask to cover his face walked down the dark alley of Beika District with a shiny and sharp katana on his hand. It was unsheathed since he threw its scabbard far away before he pounced on his target and mercilessly killed the poor person. Though the culprit killed his target in that dark alley, it wasn't enough. The dark alley was just the place to execute his target's death. The place where he would dump the body was another on his list. For the fourth time, he executed his plan perfectly. And he would execute it until the fish caught his bait—the fish he had been meaning to kill for so long. But because of some circumstances that was out of his hand, he was forced to retreat and devised another plan. And with this somewhat diabolical and deadly plan, he was sure that the fish he wanted to catch so bad would take his bait. He smirked when the blood trickled down from his katana just after he slashed his target's throat and stabbed his stomach through and through. The poor thing could only stare at this perpetrator in extreme shock—that expression was reflected on his face until his death. The culprit didn't mind the arterial sprays of blood that stained the walls and his clothes. In fact, he was immensely happy at the sight. "You are sure to take this bait, my fish…" the culprit murmured with a maniacal grin before he carried his victim—now dead—and placed it on the back of his car that was just a little outside that dark alley. He wasn't worried about watches since he knew that everyone was already asleep. As careful as he could, he drove away from that place and proceeded to his next destination—to his body dumpsite. Where? To his victim's school. Yes, his victim was a student. To make it even more disturbing, the victim was a middle school student and a member of that school's tennis club. Just like the culprit's first three victims. After driving for about 20 minutes, he reached his destination. He hurriedly proceeded with his plans of placing the dead body in one of the school's tennis courts. He made the body sit on the cemented floor and tied the victim's hands to the net as the arms were spread wide—as if the victim was crucified. Blood continued to flow from the dead body that already stained the court. For the final touch, he placed a wilted flower on the victim's lowered head and a mini-CD on his lap. We'll see how far you're willing to go to get after me, he thought sadistically before he left that place with content and triumph in his evil heart.