Jan 4th, 1979
I arrive at another murder scene, the victim is killed with a sharp razor and lying at the center of a heart painting—no wonder people call this murderer Valentines Slasher. Unfortunately, the only clues I have are the fingerprints and the shoe size of the murderer. But wait, after searching around the victim's apartment for a little bit I find a note. He wrote down that someone suspicious was following him in the past days in specific areas, and gave a detailed description of this possible murderer. Thanks to that, I learn this guy's body type, height, and hairstyle. If I search around those places and ask some people about suspicious people, I can easily find more leads, right? Wrong. The only information I get is they saw someone angry around 201 Schmidt Center. The name rings a bell, but I can't remember why. When I go to check the place, I understand why. This is the murder place I went to two days ago. However, I already found the murderer of that case and I already know Valentines Slasher's fingerprints aren't there. I still wander around in the building with the hope of finding valuable information, but it's a dead end. I check surveillance records of the building, but I can't find anyone that fits the description.
With all my hopes crushed, I go to the victim's workplace. He works in a factory where every segment of it is a private area except for the cafeteria. I check the cafeteria in the hope of finding the murderer's fingerprints, but it's futile. After waiting until the factory closed for the day and all the employees went to their homes, I sneak into the main building. I check every floor, but still can't find any useful information.
It's a snowy January night, and I have no idea what to do next. I decide to sit down in a restaurant to get warm before planning my next move. The only "plan" I can think of is waiting until the murderer kills another person and hoping he will leave more clues behind this time. I eat my hamburger and drink my coffee while checking the clues I have again and again. When the clock hits 07:30 my patience runs out. It's already been almost 12 hours since I found the last victim, and I can't just simply sit and wait for another innocent person to get killed. I leave the restaurant and rush to the first building I can find. My plan is to check every door for fingerprints. I know this is pointless since there are hundreds of people living in this city. But I won't really check all the doors anyway. The scenario in my mind is to check the first door and whining about this case is impossible after seeing the fingerprints on the door are completely different than Valentines Slasher's fingerprints. However, when I check the first door I can find, I stumble upon the same fingerprints on the murder weapon. I knock on the door, and a person who fits the exact description given by the victim comes out. Although I couldn't believe my eyes, that was it, Valentines Slasher stands in front of me. The case I spent hours on got solved just like this.