"There is currently no word about the victim's death, we currently need information about this victim to piece together the crime", said Michael over the phone. Ryan drove the car up front to the curb in front of the house. "Affirmative, I'll keep in contact", said Ryan. He hung up the phone and breathed slowly, knowing that there was probably a stench coming from inside the house. After he was done, Ryan grabbed his M1911 Pistol and got out of the car. It was pouring heavily in the area, the sky gray and dark. "This is just swell", said Ryan. He walked towards the house where the homicide was committed, eyeing the busted window. Ryan kept walking towards one of the policemen, his face neutral. "This is closed section, please move on", said the Bobbi. Ryan opened his wallet to show his id. "FBI agent, Jack Ryan, I'm here to investigate the homicide", said the Agent. The cop looked at him with his eyes wide open. "You're with the Feds", said the cop. Ryan nodded and entered the house. When he entered, he smelled a rotten stench coming from one of the rooms present in the area. "Fuck this part, Fuck this part in particular", said Ryan. He held up grabbed a mask from his pocket and placed it on his mouth and nose, making sure to quickly fasten it. "Alright, then, lets see what the fuck the problem is", said Jack. He kept walking towards the room next to him.
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