Searching for the dead kyaak

The police come to your residence with a search warrant. But somewhere inside, there is something you don't want anyone to find, ever.

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I opened the door, there were three policemen looking at the flowerputs with great interest. The police dog was scratching its ears, as it tried attacking a housefly with a paw.

Namaste, the fat policeman with the nicest cap told me, does me H. S live here?

Yes, that's just me, I said. It couldn't be they couldn't have found about it anyhow. It must be something else about somebody else maybe someone I knew had passed away and they needed me to identify the body. Unexpected inheritance was another possibility, unlikely as it was. But the dog didn't make any sense. I knew what they were here for.

He handed me a piece of folded letter, with the stamp of kathmandu district court. The order granting them permission to search the house. We have the puurji from the court to search the house sir, would you please help us through the process so we can be on our way and it'll be easier on you too, the senior policeman said.

My head spun at a thousand miles an hour I couldn't see straight my eyes got blurry. I let them into the house. There was nothing I could do anymore all was lost. Maybe it was about something else maybe the neighbors had told the police out of malice I was hiding gold or had hidden a dead body in a cupboard. It was not impossible this was totally unrelated to me. I tried reading the warrant but the words jumped around they blurred into one another nothing made sense.

Whh-whhaat are you guys here to search exactly, I said, I don't think I've done anything legal or have anything worth hiding in this house, so if you let me know what the general shape and size of who...I mean, whatever it is that you're looking I might be able to assist you in finding it better.

You tell us what we should be looking for, we have been informed that there is some suspicious contraband hidden in this house, or individuals connected with criminal activities have been coming into this house, an assistant replied.

What the hell is considered suspicious material. Is a supernatural evil being that was controlling you to do its dark bidding that you may have unintentionally murdered be called suspicious material. How much of a punishment would the court give one for killing a demonic creature anyway. Obviously they wouldn't know about the other...incidents, but it would be difficult to explain why he had uhh gotten unconscious. As long as they didn't check within the rice all was good. Please don't check in the rice container, please don't check in the rice container.

What kind of suspicious substance sir, there are many things that are suspicious under the law. We sometimes make chhyang for our own eating and under the law strictly it is also illegal substance, but surely you didn't get the warrant from the court and bring the canine officer just for finding two bottles of booze, I said. Distract them away from the possibility of finding a dead creature.

We want to make sure you are not unintentionally hiding illegal contrabrand, don't worry Mr. Shrestha, you are not a suspect, we don't have any reason to believe you have been involved in any of this. Unless you have something to tell us, the reward for providing us information on this case is as high as one crore, the senior inspector said.

Phew. This was about fucking Arbin uncle and his gold smuggling. He had asked to hide his bars in the house but mother had shooed him away.

Aaaa hahaha, I know about this one, if someone had hidden it here sir, be sure that I would have good care of it before you, please feel free to check I can help you everywhere.

One of the officers kicked at the rice container. "What's in here, is it okay if I put my hand in here?", he said.

End of the world. End of the world. Don't panic. Panic kills, coolhead survives. Coolhead is survival.

I'll show it to you as much as you want if it's okay with you, it's not good eating rice that's been groped by other people's hands, if it's okay, I said. I walked cooly to the container and dug my hands deep. I pushed the rice to one side, and then to the other side, making sure that I was pushing his limbs as I pushed the rice. I lifted a few handful of rice and left them lose, to show them it was all rice.

See this sir, kick it around, feel free to carry it, if it is gold, and I have read about the story in the papers too, it should be much heavier no, it's just normal rice.

The officers looked around lazily. They looked like they were done, the dog wasn't picking on any scents. Not even His.

You know what, we're done, it's clear you don't have anything here, sorry to bother you sir. Please let us know if you get any information about the case, or you will be a part of the criminal proceedings too. This is important, On top of that the reward is a great incentive anyway, the senior inspector said.

Before leaving, I would like to put my hands deep into the rice container, just to be sure, so it looks like to the other sirs here that we did some work you know, and just didn't how up to walk around, he said.

My heart was ready to jump out of my chest and run to the nearest airport to fly out of the country. My temple was throbbing I couldn't see.

Only if you must, maybe you would like to wash your hands and clean them with a towel first, nothing against you, it's just the dust and the dirt from outside you know...I said. Washing hands and drying has always been a good incentive for me to not do things.

PS: this is probably not going to the khyaak series and will be a thing by itself.