Crypto Murders: The Wilmington Riverfront

“See? Isn’t this nice? You’re a lady. You’ve graduated from your former state to a literal seat at the table.” Bao remained numb and possessed a straight face.

“You’re not eating your food. The crab and lobster are going to get cold. Did you want some more matzos for your caviar?” He asked all of this in a cloying voice. It was completely saccharine and abrasive to the ear. But Bao couldn’t focus as the other corpses sat at the table with their expressions permanently frozen on their faces.

He came around and started to spoon the caviar into her mouth. The black eggs oozed from her lips as she began to cry again.

“Oh, don’t cry, baby doll,” He wiped her tears with the napkin.

“It’s okay. We’re going to get through this together. We’re going to be ones who will be beautiful. We will,” he spooned some more, “live a beautiful life together. Your friends are living their lives. You see them. They don’t have food in front of them but they still enjoy the atmosphere.”

*****

Yawquisha held an interview with a crypto queen. She modulated her voice and darkened her image.

“What was your role in crypto?”

“I was a miner.”

“What does that entail?”

“It basically means I process the transaction in exchange for a payment via Bitcoin.”

Yawquisha also used a translator as the miner was from Singapore. She could speak Singlish but it was still choppy. The system worked with vigor.

“So you knew the two of the missing girls?”

“Yes. One was from China, the other Malaysia.”

“Why is it that so many yellow women are attracted to crypto?”

“Well, we are very conservative and like having nice things. Crypto allows us to enjoy life.”

“What were the women you knew like?”

“They were energetic and fun. They lived like there wasn’t a care in the world. Everyday they [woke] up and decided to make this the best day.”

“When you found out about the other women who went missing, what did you think at first?”

“It felt like my world [tumbled] down. I didn’t really know what to do. I wanted to stop work. I didn’t want to do it. It felt like I was dishonoring them. And then Jia and Bao….”

“I know that’s a sore spot. What you have are the makings of a strong-willed individual. I appreciate your openness and your candor.”

“Thank you.”

Yawquisha’s profile of the Wilmington Riverfront while she offered commentary created in her the idea of stressing the physical settings.

“What you just witnessed there was an interview. Please allow for the translation to process. These women are highly educated but not all of them know fluent English. Nevertheless, they should be respected and treated like the fine ladies they are. It took a lot of nerve to share her story and I’m delighted in showing that on this channel. By figuring out just how to phrase her words the best she could can be heartrending. Just consider that there is an abductor out there targeting these women. If you have any information regarding the disappearances of Cindy Ling, Aimee Smith, Lin Cheng, Jia Zhang, Bao Sun, Ling Ling, or Helena Huang, I ask that you contact the Delaware State Police or the Delaware FBI division. This has been ‘Quish. Good night.”

Yawquisha hunkered down in her editing bay. She controlled the knobs and buttons like an air traffic controller. It took little time to use the touchscreen to adjust volume levels and create a better look for her video at the 4K level. She remained attentive.