NOVEL NEXT Chapter 360: 360: Diff Writing Style
Caleb's persistence led him to a pivotal moment – he requested the suicide note from Detective Hernandez, determined to unravel the mystery shrouding Rose's tragic end. The detective handed over the note, a somber expression reflecting the gravity of the situation.
The room was filled with a tense silence as Keyleb unfolded the note, the crinkling of paper echoing like a melancholic melody. The writing on the note bore the weight of emotions, inked with the pain and despair that Rose supposedly felt.
Keyleb's eyes traversed the lines, absorbing the poignant words that spilled from Rose's pen. The tone was laden with sorrow, the ink a testament to the depths of her anguish. As he read, Keyleb's voice wavered, mirroring the emotional weight of the written words.
"Dear world, I find solace in the embrace of darkness. Life has become an unbearable burden, and I can no longer bear the weight of my own existence. Please forgive me for the pain I've caused. In death, I hope to find the peace that eluded me in life."
The room held its breath as Keyleb read aloud, the words resonating with an eerie poignancy. Detective Hernandez observed his gaze intent on Keyleb, gauging his reactions.
However, as Keyleb continued reading, an analytical glint flickered in his eyes. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Folding the note, he took a deep breath and began his analysis.
"First, the writing style," Keyleb stated, his tone measured. "This doesn't match Rose's usual way of expressing herself. It's almost like a different person penned this."
He looked up at Detective Hernandez, a challenge in his eyes. "Rose had a distinct way of framing her thoughts, a unique style that's absent here."
Detective Hernandez arched an eyebrow, signaling for Keyleb to continue.
"Second, the message lacks Rose's tone of voice. She wasn't one to embrace darkness or burden others with her struggles. Rose faced challenges with a resilience that inspired those around her. This note doesn't capture her spirit," Keyleb emphasized.
As he spoke, the weight of his own emotions detached with the analytical edge, a dichotomy mirrored in the room.
Caleb then made a decisive move. He passed the note to other maids who had been close to Rose, women who had shared laughter and tears with her. Their eyes scanned the words, expressions shifting from confusion to agreement.
Caleb's third point emerged. "The maids agree. This note is too emotional, too despairing. Rose wasn't one to drown in sorrow. She faced hardships with strength. This doesn't align with who she was."
Detective Hernandez, now intrigued by Keyleb's observations, nodded for the maids to express their opinions. Their consensus echoed Keyleb's sentiments – the note felt foreign, like a heart-wrenching tale spun by someone else.
Caleb leaned back, the weight of his analysis settling on his shoulders. The suicide note, initially presented as an irrefutable piece of evidence, now stood tainted with doubt. The room buzzed with the realization that the truth might be elusive, buried beneath layers of misconceptions and assumptions.
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Detective Hernandez, with a contemplative expression, turned to Detective Martinez after Caleb's analysis. "You might have a point there," he conceded, acknowledging the doubt that had been cast on the suicide note.
"Yeah, but we've got to be sure," Detective Martinez replied, leaning back in his chair. "Let's ask the maids who knew Rose well. If they agree with Adam, we might have to reconsider our approach."
The detectives gathered the maids in the room, faces reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern. Detective Hernandez addressed them straightforwardly, "We need your input. ASAM here thinks the suicide note doesn't match Rose's writing style. What do you think?"
The maids exchanged glances, a silent consensus forming among them. One of the senior maids, Maria, spoke up, "I've been working here for years, and that note doesn't sound like Rose at all. She wasn't the type to pen such dramatic stuff."
The sentiment echoed among the others. They highlighted Rose's resilience, her positive outlook on life, and how the note seemed incongruent with the person they knew.
Detective Martinez rubbed his temples, absorbing the feedback. "Alright, we'll take that into consideration. We'll come back tomorrow to reassess the situation."
As the maids dispersed, Detective Hernandez fixed his gaze on Caleb. "You might be onto something, kid. We'll look into it further."
Caleb nodded with a deadpan expression. The room, once tense with skepticism, now held a tentative hope that the truth might prevail.
Detective Martinez added, "But don't get your hopes too high. We've got a procedure to follow. We'll scrutinize every angle before making conclusions."
With that, the detectives left, leaving Caleb to grapple with the weight of uncertainty. The maids exchanged wary glances, unsure of what the detectives' return tomorrow might bring.
As the maids huddled in the breakroom, the speculation surrounding Rose's death fueled a conversation laden with uncertainty and frustration.
Maria, the senior maid, sighed. "Why do they need another day? Are they just lazy or what?"
Another maid chimed in, "Maybe they need to check with their higher-ups. It's not just about what they think; there are procedures they have to follow."
Maria shook her head, skepticism etched on her face. "I still don't get it. Rose's writing style in that note was so off. I mean, we've seen her notes, her reminders. It's not how she wrote at all."
A chorus of agreement rippled through the room. The maids, familiar with Rose's penmanship, couldn't reconcile the dramatic tone of the suicide note with the cheerful and pragmatic Rose they knew.
Caleb, sensing the tension, spoke up, "We need to figure this out. Let's ask some crucial questions."
The maids nodded, their attention now centered on Caleb.
"First, the alibi of Rose," Caleb began, directing his question to the maids. "Do any of you know where she was before her death?"
The maids exchanged glances, trying to recall Rose's whereabouts. After a moment, one maid spoke up, "She was in the kitchen helping with dinner, like always. Then she said she had to grab something from her room."
Caleb nodded, moving on to the next question. "What about alibis for everyone else? Can we confirm where each maid was during that time?"
The room buzzed with discussion as the maids recounted their activities, establishing alibis that seemed to align. Caleb noted the information, his mind already racing with possibilities.