7019: seventy nineteen

By Afshin Chegini

This is an exciting adventure in the way of judicial investigation of a criminal case that happened in one of the Middle Eastern countries. It can be a very good choice for those who like crime, mystery, romantic and meaningful novels. All the geographical information and space constructions are accurate and in accordance with reality, and also, the information about the judicial structure of the country has been provided. I invite you to the process of case 7019. Join me on a police adventure, if you dare!!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9781447775317

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Chapter 1: birth

Chapter 2: let’s go back

Chapter 3: OTHELLO

Chapter 4: confrontation

Chapter 5: come closer

Chapter 6: reminiscence

Chapter 7: his world becomes his ideal

Chapter 8: wrath

Chapter 9: rompecabezas

Chapter 10: the impossible

Chapter 11: I hate him

Chapter 12: you are not my destination

Chapter 13: man in white

In the name of God

7019 (English Translation)

Chapter 1 (birth)

May.4th.2018

Iran, Sistan and Baluchestan Province, Zahedan, Shahid Musa Noori Boulevard, New Castle, Between Mazari and Pasteur

The Old elevator of the building is moving upward.

A twenty seven_eight year old man in a navy blue suit، white shirt and his sheath of weapon on his pant’s suspender is inside the elevator.

He is a bit taller than average, with brushed black hair and short beard.

The elevator pauses on the third floor and the young man enters a room with a label on it

Generalship

The young man enters the room and solutes. he advances forward to an older man sitting behind a desk.

Old man: well come Mehrab. Just on time. Come and have a sit.

Mehrab: thanks Colonel.I can guess what you ordered me to be here for, but as you well know, I’m not interested in cases around this region .so I humbly beg you not to bring me out of the support team in order to execute an operation.

Colonel A: like always, ready with no patience. You went stright to the subject. But this case is totally different. That’s why I asked you here for. I believe no one else can handle it in Sistan’s C.I.D police.

Mehrab: so my guesses were right.

Colonel A: come behind the desk.

Mehrab advances behind the desk while some images of the Crime Scene are being displayed in PCs screen.

Mehrab is standing next to the colonel’s chair looking at the monitor, while Colonel continues.

Colonel A: last night around 7 p.m, a man with an odd look and a machine gun in hand, running away from an unknown thing had been observed by the police on Moalem Square towards Asgarzadeh Street. After recognizing that the gun is real, cops order him to stop.

Cease, cease,….. before the third order, he turned to the police car and grounded the three police officers by direct fire. The person who we’re talking about is unknown till now and these are the images that our colleagues took of the Crime Scene and you’re looking at them now.

Mehrab :what about his motivation?

Colonel A:It’s unclear as well. What about now Mehrab will you accept the 7019 case?

Mehrab: I’ve got a feeling which warns me that this man is a part of a big disaster. Yes, case accepted and if you let me sir, I want to have a check on the crime scene.

Colonel A (while laughing): you are fully authorized .

I am loyal even to the smell of the last brick

I don’t say I’m loyal to the house.I say I’m loyal even to the smell of the last brick. Even if it falls down or is destroyed and all of it’s bricks wear out , loyalty stays I am from rubble

Because I belong to this world.being in debris is not my couse of shame

Ignore me, my alleys are narrow

You can and should ignore me; who do you think I am? Even if i’m the best, I’m still a human. Just one person. How many Alleys Can I travel and how many places can I be? A person could be unnoticed.

But I have enough space for you to live in, as big as the actual world can present

But this one person has a mind. An unlimited mind. My unlimited mind has enough place and it can feed almost everybody. I’m one person, but my mind is big enough for all people to live in.

My life is my birthday, the most bitter intercourse

Birth, the beginning of limitation.being limited too body, to time, to space, to the era which we are living in and to our bodies unity. If we add all this limitations to our needs, it makes my birth a bitter event My Cradle was the sex between Column and downfall

Column Is the symbol of persistence and power. And downfall is the symbol of destruction and extermination. I’m persistent like a column,but at the same time, with a shot, lack of oxygen, falling of a height, I will be gone.

The material sellers had a good market

As I said I belong to the rubble. But it wasn’t supposed to be this way. We had a plan to build our home and make it thriving, but some people sold what we created to build our home with. The betrayers who have a good market and help our downfall They made me suffer. I hate the bazzar.I belong to the rubble

They were my cause of anger.I hate such a corrupt and dirty market. This destroyed house is my home

Smell it through my effect

You can smell my loyalty’s signs of my actions

Of my half dead mortar

Of my priceless existence (referring to the human’s creation story and the substance of human beings)

I only have you

I only have the dream of my home’s revival

With you, I am limitless.a trifling river

The jingoism that i feel in me, does not know what limit is. My needs and constraints are not important for me anymore. I will Purge anything in my way like a river and I will go forward. A priceless and trifling river, compare to your valuable existence There is no obstacle on my way

No obstacle can block my way. I will not be ceased or defeated till I have your love in my heart

I’m standing exactly against my hairband with my heart

Hairband’s responsibility is to keep hair ordered and arranged. I’m one of the hair and under hairband’s order like all others. But for your love and with the courage I received from loving you, I will face my hairband. Absence of obedience I’m a piece of hair, free in the wind and the Wind, free in hairs

I am one of those hair which wind controls and moves them from side to side. I’m under command. But I’m the wind which can guide and control hair and take them from side to side at the same exact time I am not checking on the departure

I don’t care who comes and who goes

I don’t want the greif

I don’t wail because our home is destroyed, and I will destroy the cause of our grief instead

I don’t want a needle to sew my collar

I don’t button my collar inorder to show myself as a religious person or as a good guy (referring to Islamic moral beliefs)

My right is nothing except your breath

I have no right, except saving you from abomination

If it’s something else, so I don’t want my right

If my right is something else, then I don’t desire it. My life’s meaning is to keep you alive

I’m standing exactly against my hairband with my heart

Hairband’s responsibility is to keep hair ordered and arranged. I’m one of the hair and under hairband’s order like all others. But for your love and with the courage I received from loving you, I will face my hairband. Absence of obedience I’m a hair, free in the wind and the Wind, free in hair

I am one of those hair which wind controls and moves them from side to side. I’m under command. But I’m the wind which can guide and control hair and take them from side to side at the same exact time I drew your hands enough for my desire

Hand is symbol of power. I drew your power as big as my desires and needs

I drew your legs enough for not going

Leg is the symbol of movement and going. I drew your legs enough for my avoids of fun and of pleasure and my loneliness

I saw your tears as important as summit of my pride

Your sadness was bitter enough to me that hurt my pride. Your sorrow is lack of pride in me

I drew your lips as large my needle

Lip is the symbol of the power of speech. I sewed my lips and didn’t talk about this plan and this commitment in order to keep my goal safe I’m standing exactly against my hairband with my heart

Hairband’s responsibility is to keep hair ordered and arranged. I’m one of the hair and under hairband’s order like all others. But for your love and with the courage I received from loving you, I will face my hairband. Absence of obedience I’m a hair, free in the wind and the Wind, free in hair

I am one of those hair which wind controls and moves them from side to side. I’m under command. But I’m the wind which can guide and control hair and take them from side to side at the same exact time You my girl, you are the last saviour of my purity. I am like a drop of water in moddy river

with you

May.4th.2018

Somewhere in Sistan and Baluchestan Province

A house with a broken window and pieces of glass on it’s floor.the House is vacant, except a very thin underlay that will become as thick as a man’s arm if you fold it,a backpack, a laptop and a cell phone being charged.

A twenty seven_eight year old man with naked upper trunk is against the sink. Water is pounding on the sink.

The cell phone is realised while showing word app, typing….

_The mission is incomplete.I only needed a few more seconds to reach it. I will try again. If Gods willing, I will be successful.

Behram reports on may.4th.2018

Date:may.4th.2018

Sistan and Baluchestan province, moalem square

Labratory expert is checking the crime scene. Mehrab enters the area. The labratory team manager starts reporting after Mehrab shows his ID card.

L.T manager: We have checked the area and we only found cartridge shells of the attacker.

Mehrab:where are the shells?

L.T manager:It’s somewhere near by. Do you need them?

Mehrab:Did you recognise what his weapon was?

L.T manager :umm… no… but….

Mehrab:so give me the shells.

L.T manager calls one of his men and take the shells from him.

Mehrab takes the shell’s pack and opens the zip while staring at the shells carefully. After a few seconds…

Mehrab:give me the weapon recognition form

Calibre:

Net Weight:

Length stock open & folded:

Magazine capacity:

Barrel length:

Rate of fire:

Just with an accurate look, Mehrab figures out the calibre of the bullets and write in the form 45×5.56.

Mehrab:did it have a scope?

L.T manager :If you mean the attackers gun, I have to say yes. It was a short scope which is easy to see in CCTV’s memory.

Right after his answer Mehrab starts