Back home, I was about to wipe the Clefairy clean when someone unexpected appeared.
"You! Thanks for all your hard work!" My brother lay on the sofa, tapping away at his phone.
"Where have you been these past few days?" Looking closer, I noticed several cuts on his arms and legs.
"Oh, I was investigating!" He got off the sofa and handed me his phone.
An arson incident occurred in the East District early this morning, leaving two dead. The East District crime squad is investigating. At approximately 3:18 a.m., police received a report of a fire at a factory in the East District and a man falling from the premises. Officers arrived to find the entire factory ablaze and a 36-year-old man lying on the ground, who was confirmed dead at the scene. After the fire was extinguished, a charred body belonging to a 54-year-old man was found inside. Preliminary autopsy results indicate that the 54-year-old died from severe burns, while the 36-year-old died from multiple injuries sustained in a fall from a height.
"Arson?" I read through the report.
"Exactly! My instincts as a reporter tell me this fire is connected to those cases from a few weeks ago!"
My brother was always rushing around gathering material for his reports. I dreaded the day he would end up in the headlines himself.
"A colleague told me a child died in the woods outside the city. What exactly happened?" He took his phone back. "Your company's nearby, isn't it? Have you heard anything?"
Seeing him switch on the voice recorder made me a little afraid of his instincts.
Because I was at the center of it? Give me a break.
"That child died right in front of me."
"Oh! I see! Have you also heard..." His smile froze.
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