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HORROR HAS A ZIP CODE! A NIGHTMARE DAWN IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD! THE CUE IS FOUND IN BLACK BAGS… THE TRUTH WILL CHILL YOU TO THE BALLS!

STOP THE PRESSES AND PUT DOWN THE COFFEE! THE NEWS NO ONE WANTED TO READ BUT EVERYONE FEARED. THE DEVIL WAS ON THE LOOSE IN THE EARLY MORNING AND LEFT HIS MACABRE GIFT ON THE SIDEWALK.

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Guys, hold on to whatever you can and cross yourselves three times because what we’re about to tell you is worse than hitting God on Good Friday! If you were one of those who saw that notification on your phone, that truncated headline that read “Body found in black bags… Read more,” and felt a cold pit in your stomach, brace yourselves. Because we actually clicked on it, we actually waded into the mud of reality to bring you the unvarnished truth, however raw and painful it may be.

The “Read more” that woke Mexico up today hides a tragedy that reeks of death, gunpowder, and the rot that eats away at our streets. Enough is enough!

CHRONICLE OF A DANTEAN DISCOVERY: THE STENCH OF DEATH

It all began when the sun was just trying to peek through the smog of this concrete jungle. It was around 6:00 in the morning in the “El Olvido” neighborhood (name changed because, frankly, every neighborhood is a war zone these days). Doña Chonita, the woman who sells tamales on the corner and gets up before the chickens, was the first to encounter the horror.

According to her, still trembling and with her shawl tightly wrapped around her chest, she was pulling her atole cart when her nose gave her the first warning. “It wasn’t the smell of a dead dog, young man,” she told us, her eyes glassy. “It was that sweet, penetrating smell that one recognizes, unfortunately. The smell of Death when she’s working overtime.”

There, in a vacant lot that serves as an illegal dump between Amapola Street and Cerrada de las Ánimas, they were. Three bundles. Three jumbo garbage bags, those heavy-duty black ones, tied tightly with industrial brown packing tape, as if they wanted to contain the devil himself.

But what chilled Doña Chonita’s blood wasn’t the bags themselves. It was the dark, thick liquid that oozed from one of them, forming a macabre puddle on the dirt, and the swarm of cemetery flies buzzing around as if announcing the feast.

GROUND ZERO OF TERROR: THE “BLUE” COPS ARRIVE AND THE CIRCUS STARTS

The 911 call unleashed chaos. In a matter of minutes, the morning silence was shattered by the wail of sirens. First to arrive were the municipal police, the “blue” cops, who, with long faces and drawn weapons, cordoned off the area with that cursed yellow tape that reads “CAUTION – CRIME SCENE,” that tape that now seems like permanent decoration in our country.

The neighborhood awoke with a start. The women came out in their bathrobes, the men with their beer bottles (even though it was early, just to be scared), and the curious children who should have been on their way to school peeked out from between the adults’ legs. Morbid curiosity, my friends, that national sport, was in full swing.

What was in the bags? The rumor spread faster than wildfire. “They say it’s ‘El Brayan,’ the one who owed money to the guy,” one person said. “No, they say it’s a girl, who looked like she had long hair sticking out of a bag,” another said. The uncertainty hung heavy in the air.

THE “COLD MEAT TRUCK” ARRIVES: THE FORENSIC MEDICAL SERVICE IN ACTION

Tensions rose when the dreaded white truck from the Forensic Medical Service (SEMEFO) arrived. The forensic experts, clad in their white astronaut-like suits, got out with expressions that said, “Here we go again.” Nobody wants their job, honestly.

They started taking photos, measuring, and collecting shell casings (because, of course, they were also riddled with bullets before being bagged). And then, it was time to move the bundles. The smell became unbearable when they tried to lift the first bag, and it almost broke due to the weight and decomposition.

Oh my God! What we saw was not for the faint of heart. It wasn’t a complete body, folks. The brutality with which these butchers acted is beyond words. The preliminary reports, those leaked to us by our insiders at the prosecutor’s office, indicate that the remains were… “fragmented.” They were torn to pieces! What kind of beast does that!

THE SAD TRUTH BEHIND THE CLICKBAIT: WHO WERE THEY?

Here comes the most painful part. Because those bags didn’t contain trash; they contained broken dreams, they contained children, siblings, parents.

Although the authorities, as always, come out with their “DNA tests are being carried out for full identification,” in the neighborhood, news travels fast. Since last night, photos of two young people who disappeared in the neighboring community have been circulating on social media.

There are fears, and we hope we’re wrong, that the contents of those black bags represent the tragic outcome of the search for Lupita “N,” 22, and her boyfriend, Rogelio “N,” 25. They disappeared on Saturday after going to a street party. Their only sin: being in the wrong place or looking at the wrong person.

The mothers of the young people arrived at the site where the bodies were found. Their cries… Oh, God! Her heart-wrenching screams upon seeing the bags broke the heart of even the most hardened police officer. “Let me see if it’s my son! Tell me it’s not him!” pleaded a woman, held back by a human barricade of riot police. It is the pain of a Mexican mother, repeated endlessly day after day.

SETTLING OF SCORES: THE POLICE’S OLD RELIABLE LINE

And what does the authority say? The same old thing. The classic, hasty “cover-up.” Before even investigating, the commander in charge was already declaring to the media that “everything points to a settling of scores between rival drug-dealing groups.”

How easy it is to criminalize the victims! How easy it is to say “they were involved in shady dealings” to avoid doing the job of investigating! Maybe so, maybe not, but nobody deserves to end up like this, bagged like garbage on a cold sidewalk.

The Prosecutor’s Office promises justice. It promises to find those responsible for this barbarity. But between you and me, folks, how many times have we heard that promise? It’s the same old broken record.

THE FINAL CALL: MEXICO, WAKE UP!

This story isn’t meant to sell sensationalism. It’s to make us realize that violence is breathing down our necks. That “Read more” you read this morning is reality knocking at your door.

Today it was them. Tomorrow, God forbid, it could be your brother, your daughter, or even you.

Let’s not normalize this. Let’s not turn the page as if nothing happened. We must demand justice, we must shout. Those black body bags are a reflection of a country crumbling in our hands.

May the victims of this horror rest in peace. And for the perpetrators… for the perpetrators there is no forgiveness, neither in this life nor the next. JUSTICE, DAMMIT!

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