Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

In the solace of his room, Caleb hunched over his desk, surrounded by the fragments of information and the echoes of accusations from the maids. The air in the room felt heavy with the weight of distrust, and Caleb sought to organize the chaos that had unfolded in the breakroom.

'Alibis conflicting, accusations flying. Each maid points fingers, yet denies their own guilt. It's a mess,' Caleb thought, his mind working overtime to dissect the tangled web of motives and deceit.

He sifted through the alibis, carefully tracing the movements of each maid leading up to Rose's death. 'Maria in the kitchen, Emily on the second floor, Rihanna in the supply room, Katarina cleaning the bedrooms, and Mica... silently observing until she dropped the bomb about Rose and Rihanna's boyfriend.'

The accusations reverberated in his mind, each one contradicting the other. 'Rihanna is accused of disliking Rose, Katarina is accused of jealousy, and Mica claims an affair between Rose and Rihanna's boyfriend. The room was a breeding ground for suspicions, but none of them add up.'

Caleb's analytical mind delved into the psychological nuances of the accusations. 'Personal vendettas, jealousy, betrayals – motives clouded in shadows. The dynamics among these maids are complex, but what's missing? What's the common thread that ties this web together?'

As he mentally dissected the information, frustration gnawed at him. 'Damn it, it's not enough. The alibis have inconsistencies, and the accusations are fueled by emotions. I need concrete evidence and a clear motive. This puzzle is missing crucial pieces.'

His gaze lingered on the scattered notes, the intricate dance of words and emotions playing out before him. 'These maids are holding back. There's a deeper truth hidden beneath their denials and accusations. I need to dig deeper, find the key that unlocks the mystery.'

Caleb leaned back in his chair, the room cloaked in a thoughtful silence. 'The truth eludes us, slipping through the cracks of half-truths and deception. I'll need to approach this from a different angle, maybe reevaluate the motives, and revisit the alibis. There's a puzzle here, and I won't rest until I unravel it.'

...

In the solitude of his room, Caleb's mind churned with the weight of possibilities. The complexity of the case demanded unconventional solutions, and a tempting idea began to form in his thoughts. Explore more stories with My Virtual Library Empire

'Fusing all the maids into one person... It would provide answers, the ultimate truth at my fingertips. A shortcut through the maze of lies,' Caleb mused, considering the immense power at his disposal. The notion lingered in his mind, a tantalizing shortcut to unveil the hidden truths within the tangled web of deceit.

Yet, even as the thought tempted him, Caleb grappled with his own moral compass. 'But it's inhumane. These maids have served our family for decades, loyal and dedicated. To fuse them into one being just for the sake of my investigation goes against every sense of morality.'

The ethical dilemma weighed on Caleb's shoulders. He envisioned the consequences of such an act, the loss of individuality, and the erasure of years of memories and experiences. 'No, I can't do it. There has to be another way, a path that doesn't compromise the very essence of humanity.'

As he deliberated, Caleb acknowledged the impatience gnawing at him. The need for answers clashed with the ethical quandary he faced. 'The truth is elusive, slipping through my fingers. But resorting to such extremes, it's not the solution. I won't sacrifice their freedom and life for this shit even though they're quite annoying.'

In a moment of clarity, Caleb decided on an alternate course of action. 'Baiting the culprit – a risky move, but it might be the only way. I need to create a situation that forces the truth to surface, a scenario where the culprit reveals themselves voluntarily.'

The determination solidified in Caleb's mind as he mapped out the baiting strategy. 'I'll set the stage, create a circumstance that unravels the lies and exposes the guilty party. It's a calculated risk, but it's the most humane path forward.'

With a sense of purpose, Caleb rose from his chair, ready to implement his plan. 'I won't compromise their integrity. The truth will surface through cunning, not coercion.'

...

The next day dawned with a sense of anticipation as the detectives arrived to conclude their investigation into Rose's death. Caleb, armed with a plan to bait the culprit, awaited their findings, hoping it would align with the truth he sought.

As the detectives delivered their verdict, the atmosphere in the room shifted. "It's not a suicide," they declared, sending ripples of relief and confusion through the gathered maids. However, the detectives dropped a bombshell, announcing, "We'll continue the investigation next year."

Caleb's father, a man of influence and power, towered in the room. 'Lazy detectives, postponing the investigation until next year? Unacceptable,' he fumed internally. The disgust etched on his face was palpable as he pondered the incompetence of those entrusted with solving the mystery.

Caleb's father, not one to tolerate inefficiency, rose to his feet. "You're telling me you'll leave this unresolved until next year?" he thundered, his voice carrying the weight of authority. The detectives, visibly shaken, exchanged uneasy glances.

'Proud of my son for taking initiative, and they dare dismiss his efforts? I won't allow it,' Caleb's father seethed within. His pride swelled as he considered Caleb's relentless pursuit of the truth, a stark contrast to the lackluster efforts of the detectives.

Caleb's father, well aware of his influence, issued a veiled threat. "I'll call your chief and have you removed from your post if you don't take this seriously. My son has taken charge because you failed to do your job."

The detectives, now faced with the ire of a powerful figure, stammered in response. The threat of their removal loomed, a consequence of their lackadaisical approach to the case.

Amidst the tension, Caleb's father's thoughts turned to Rose. 'Justice for Rose. A young life was lost, and justice was delayed.' The pain of an old man's heartache mirrored in the sorrow etched on his face.

In the wake of the confrontation, Caleb's father remained resolute. 'This investigation won't be swept under the rug. We'll get answers, and justice for Rose. No one escapes accountability, no matter their position.'

As the detectives left, visibly shaken by the turn of events, Caleb's father's gaze lingered on his son. 'He's also quite smart.'