Madrid Assassin

Another day in the streets of Madrid, with the crowds of people going from one side to another. Another day in the police station, with murder calls and acts completely unimaginable for those who spiritually understand that we are a big family, and between these calls there was one that was so hard that even the great Sherlock Holmes wouldn’t have stopped those 11 families from crying the loss ofone of their members.
I remember that in those days I was a simple student, a hero apprentice, someone that wanted to help his community in any possible way. I remember that one day, they gathered all of us in a big white room and they told us: “For this only case, the most bloody that we’ve had in this year, everyone will work to solve it”. In the beginning they gave us some envelopes withdetails about the unsub (unknown subject), it wasn’t known if it was a man or a woman neither if it was black or white, in the information they told us that every week inside apartments, without leaving a single trace, the murderer left a note that said: “your actions have taken you to a new life”, this person killed 2 people; on Mondays there were 2 kidnappings, on Tuesdays, Wednesdays andThursdays that person uploaded videos to a blog where he showed to all viewers how body parts were torn apart from the victims, on Fridays the kidnapped people were burnt alive, on Saturdays mail boxes were delivered to the police with the parts that were missing from the bodies and on Sundays, where we were supposed to take a break, everyone (or at least in my case) had nightmares where those deadpeople started a hunting inside dreams; after analyzing my partners’ behaviors (that was easy to do so), I realize that those guards that they did in many apartments just to cry another failure because they were afraid of losing someone very close to them.
Tired of those hunting nightmares, I desperately and angrily started to check on the information of this weird killer that had been mocking us for5 weeks, then that Monday I noticed that the time of death raised one hour in each week, what I want to say is that in the first week the 2 victims were burnt at 4 o’clock of the afternoon, then in the second week all were burnt at 5 o’clock of the afternoon and so on until I knew that this mad game would end up with the fire of 2 more victims the next Friday at 9 o’clock of the night. Now knowingabout this killing game, I started searching through the rooky assistant that we had in the police station; first I thought that the unsub could have entered the apartments using the windows but my hypothesis crashed into the ground when Penelope told me that the victims lived in buildings that were so much high to be scaled, then I told Penelope to look for a match between the 10 deathsmeanwhile I went to the forensics lab to take a look on those body parts sent to our department and there I talked to the forensics ‘chief Eva and I told her to give me permission to check those body members that didn’t have any place to belong and her answer was that she didn’t care because all my “zippy-zappy” partners had contaminated any possible evidence, without even listening to those words Icarefully looked every lost body member and then I noticed that above the burnt skin there were some remainders of a strange material.
-¿Me podría decir que este material?
-Eso es un grupo de astillas de madera que se debieron adherir al cuerpo de la víctima.
-¿Qué me puede decir de la causa de muerte?
-Pues en todas las víctimas había un líquido que al ser analizado resultó ser una mezcla deagua y de óxido de cobre.
-Dígame ¿por qué esta información se ocultó en el informe?
-Solo Dios lo sabe.
-De todas las frases mediocres que he escuchado, esta es de las más extrañas e hipócritas de todas.
-A menos que quiera arriesgar otras dos vidas con esta discusión quédese por todo el día y ahí me discute todo lo que quiera.
And that was how, after degrading myself to talk the weird...