All the cases I handled or supervised ended in success…
One of the most significant cases I took on was the disappearance of the Holmers ship in England…
The Case of the Holmers Ship – 1970
In 1970, the Holmers ship mysteriously vanished from the port of Liverpool, England.
The ship was loaded with tons of modern cars and some gold, bound for Boston, America.
However, on the night of departure, the ship vanished without a trace, with no evidence or clues to explain its disappearance. Even the passengers and crew disappeared along with it.
Many detectives and police officers took on the case, but all their efforts led nowhere.
After nearly a year without progress, the case was finally handed over to a detective of (Error) rank, known as Neophyte.
A Call from Liverpool
Neophyte was sitting in his apartment in London when his phone rang.
Riiing… Riiing… Riiing…
(He picked up the phone.)
With a mysterious smile, he spoke:
"Detective Neophyte, who is this?"
A voice from the other end responded:
"Hello, sir. We apologize for disturbing you at this hour, but we need your help…"
Neophyte crossed one leg over the other and took a slow drag from his cigarette.
"And what is it?" he asked.
The caller hesitated for a moment before replying:
"We are the Liverpool police. The Holmers ship was hijacked in 1970, and it has been missing for nearly a year—"
Neophyte cut him off.
"So, in the end, you finally decided to call me."
(A faint smile appeared on his face as he continued.)
"Good. I will be there the day after tomorrow."
The caller hesitated.
"Don't you want to hear some details first, Detective?"
Neophyte glanced at something on his wall and replied:
"No, I don't need any information. I will investigate it all myself."
Then, he hung up the phone.
He walked toward a large board covered with papers and notes about the Holmers case.
Placing his thumb and index finger on his chin, he started pacing in circles, deep in thought. Then, he muttered to himself:
"How long will this case take? Hmm… I need to break my record—solve this case in ten days, or even less. I must break my record with this one."
Arrival at the Port
Two days later, Neophyte arrived at the port in his personal car.
A large number of police officers were already there.
One of the senior officers, Captain Thomas Kelton, greeted him.
"Detective Neophyte," Thomas said, offering a handshake.
Neophyte ignored it, instead scanning the area. Then, he raised his hand in Thomas' face and said:
"Step aside, Captain. Tell your officers to clear the area. I need space to investigate properly."
Thomas let out a fake laugh.
"Yes, Detective Neophyte…"
(But inside, he thought to himself: Who does he think he is, talking to me like that?)
Still, Thomas followed orders and had the officers step back.
Neophyte started walking back and forth, repeating the same movement over and over.
Some officers began whispering behind his back, calling him "crazy" because of his strange behavior.
Then, suddenly—
Neophyte noticed something:
A blonde hair strand stuck under a metal plate near the edge of the dock.
He knelt down and carefully lifted the plate.
Beneath it, he found not only the blonde hair—but also a small piece of paper.
On it, scribbled in shaky handwriting, were the words:
"North… island… kidnapped… island…"
Neophyte immediately called out:
"Captain Thomas! Read this message. Also, I need to know whose hair this is—find their name!"
Thomas, now showing respect, replied:
"Understood, Detective."
Solving the Case
In England, especially Liverpool, sunlight is rare.
Neophyte used this to his advantage—walking back and forth in the rare sunlight, using its brief flashes to reveal hidden details that the naked eye might miss.
Six days later, the case was solved.
The Holmers ship was found on Sewa Island, 430 kilometers away from England.
But when they arrived—
Every passenger and crew member had been murdered.
The woman who wrote the note, the one with blonde hair, had suffered the worst fate.
She was brutally assaulted, her head severed, and parts of her body missing.
The culprits were captured immediately and sentenced to public execution.
The judge, outraged, ordered slow dismemberment as punishment—carried out in front of the entire city and the victims' families.
Three Years Later – A New Case
1974
A shocking new case emerged—the murder of Prince Leon Scott Leo of England.
His body was found mutilated beyond imagination.
But the killer left a note inside the prince's chest cavity.
It read:
"Even if you bring your pet dog to solve this case… you will never succeed."
When Neophyte received the news, he grinned.
This challenge excited him.
He rushed to the crime scene.
Upon arrival, he touched the walls, sniffed the air, and examined every inch of the room.
Then—he noticed something.
Bloodstains.
A set of letters written in blood on the wall.
Another officer had seen them before him—but Neophyte ignored him.
He preferred to discover things on his own.
The letters were:
R – A – D – N – Y
Within moments, Neophyte rearranged them into a name:
Andrei Askolt Abay
A notorious serial killer.
Two days later, Andrei was found drinking at a pub in London.
When the police arrested him, Neophyte stood before him—grinning widely.
But Andrei only laughed and whispered:
"You will disappear, Neophyte… You will sink into the depths of hell. Even in death, you won't escape this world, you filthy bastard."
Neophyte ignored him.
As if he hadn't heard a word.
1977 – The Case That Changed Everything
One morning, Neophyte was showering when his phone rang.
He wrapped a towel around his head and answered:
"Detective Neophyte. Who is this?"
A deep voice responded:
"Sir, this is the London Police. A family has been murdered. But there's something strange—only one body was found. And there's a letter on the corpse…"
Neophyte sat down on his couch and asked:
"Which family? Did you open the letter?"
The officer hesitated.
"The Walker family. The wealthiest family in London. You know them well. As for the letter—we didn't open it. Captain Elbert ordered us to wait for you."
Neophyte stood up.
"Thirty minutes. I'll be there."
Neophyte ended the call and began talking to himself:
"The famous Waker family, known for their arms trade, was the one that funded both the First and Second World Wars with weapons."
(Neophyte placed his index finger and thumb on his chin and continued speaking.)
"It's truly strange… A family with such influence is wiped out, and yet, only one corpse is found?"
He continued:
"There's no need to overthink it. I must go and find out the details myself."
Thirty minutes later, Neophyte arrived at the crime scene.
The mansion was enormous, with a vast and spacious garden.
Neophyte entered through the front gate.
Inside, there was a grand hall. On the right side, a staircase led upward, and another identical staircase stood on the left. On the opposite side of the hall, there was a large door. And on the ground—there lay the corpse in question.
Captain Elbert welcomed Detective Neophyte and provided him with some important details.
Neophyte knelt beside the body and picked up a letter. The message read:
**"You think you're the special one who solves all the cases? Hahaha. I'll give you two cases to solve.
First, the murder of this family—how is it that only one person was found dead?
The second… you'll find out soon.
—From someone you will meet in the future."**
Neophyte was stunned. He didn't even know what to say.
He handed the letter to Captain Elbert.
But then—something shocking happened. Neophyte felt a chill run down his spine.
The letter was blank.
"Detective Neophyte, this letter is empty," said Elbert.
Neophyte grabbed the letter back.
"How is that possible? I just read it!"
But then—before his eyes—the words changed:
**"No one can see what is written except you. Wait for my call at exactly midnight.
Prepare yourself for hell, Neophyte."**
Neophyte handed the paper to the captain again, but once more, it was blank.
Neophyte was bewildered. He spent nearly ten hours searching for clues but found nothing.
Frustrated, he returned to his apartment and, in a fit of rage, flipped over the table.
Just then—his phone rang.
A deep, eerie voice spoke, its tone unsettling:
"Wait for us at exactly midnight… Eleonora."
Neophyte wanted to ask, "Who are you?" but the caller hung up.
And the most terrifying thing—he had just heard a name that wasn't his.
Enraged, Neophyte overturned his couch, his body burning with anger.
He sat on the other couch, still furious over the case and the unknown caller.
Then—at exactly midnight—his phone rang again.
Neophyte answered immediately.
But what he heard left him shaken.
"Return to your father's embrace, dear Neophyte."
Neophyte, stunned, replied,
"What is this? Who are y—"
But before he could finish his sentence, an intense headache struck him, causing him to collapse to the floor.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a strange—yet familiar—place.
It was London.
But 200 years in the past.
Neophyte rose to his feet, shock covering his face.
Before him lay Victorian-era London, cloaked in darkness.
The first words to escape his lips were:
"Where… am I?"