Solve This Murder

The gypsies chose to occupy the same cul-de-sac as the early release prisoners from up North. It was quiet and out of the way, and it had a constant stream of vulnerable people for them to exploit. They called it easy pickings street.

They fought bitterly but had a common aim – to set up a criminal consortium that would bring regular income to the gang, mostly through home cuckooing and benefits fraud.
The gypsy faction was comprised mostly of women who were ejected from various static traveller sites for bad behaviour. This motley gang of wayward women wanted to infiltrate society and steal the things that society had to offer, right from under their noses. Then childishly mock them behind their backs.
They mostly wanted houses because houses gave them status and a “base of operations”. When they took the buildings they emptied the contents and dumped everything in the bin, not seeing or understanding the value of such things. Often the victims bodies were casually thrown in the bin with their personal belongings.
The victims lives were erased, and these female gypsies particularly revelled in this. They wanted to punish society for valuing the things that it did. They became more bitter and twisted, and more hateful and malicious with each murder. Defiling and torturing people because they were educated, or successful, talented, or just happy. But mostly because they were attractive in any way. And God help them if they were any mix of those things. Anyone with a sparkle in the eye was a supreme target, delicious to destroy in the eyes of the suicide club. Once the gang had taken over most of the cul-de-sac they picked their victims from else where. The whole thing moved from collecting buildings and expanding their operations to just spreading misery and revelling in that misery.
The early release criminals just wanted money, so there was a constant conflict of interests, which screwed with each others ‘business’. But they had incriminating evidence on each other which kept the gang bound together miserably, until they died.

The equipment was like a curse. It infected everyone that it touched. Every user, every gang, every gang leader.
There was a high turnover of ‘staff’ , because most would kill themselves, or their families. Or they would go mad. 

 Three generations later the ‘business’ had morphed into something akin to voyeuristic serial killing. They spent months, occasionally years, on the kill, with little or no “dividends”. It became more ritualistic with each generation until it became ritualistic torture, ending in a forced suicide or a heart attack when the victims bodies could take no more. Each victim was taunted by spiteful women who relished every moment. It was a torrent of pure malicious hate mixed with brain damage, and pain.
It became like a version of Hostel, the horror film, where the gang would sell victims to embittered people who didn’t officially exist in the world and who only had hate and loathing in their cold hearts. The victim would then be mercilessly tortured as the owners wanted their moneys worth. 
Their usual con was to brain damage or paralyse a victim and place them with a ‘handler’ to claim benefits as a carer and for the victim. The victims always fought desperately for their lives against the brain ravishing audio blows. They were also abused in every other imaginable way. When their brains gave, the point at which their consciousness vanished in to the physical damage there was a look of betrayal and anguish, then despair gave way to sadness. Followed by a blank vacant empty stare. Exactly like when animals are slaughtered in an abattoir, the same helpless despair.
When the victim died they employed their people to pretend to be them. They could then move them on to different locations in the guise of the victim whilst continuing to claim benefits with their literal identity. 
This now had taken a backseat as the factions played and toyed with victims then fought over their ‘accidently’ murdered corpses. To then just throw the corpse in the bin. As they branched out more and more into society, they began to introduce rules. At first they set a rule to just choose vulnerable victims who wouldn’t be missed, who had no family and no friends. But it became a free for all as knowledge of how to build, and insert the ‘equipment’ was passed on to others. The fourth generation of children of the now cult like gang grew up to be sociopaths. They were arrogant and thought that they were invincible, and above the legal system.  They had no boundaries and no respect for human or animal life, and they had no empathy and no mercy. The kills were horrendous and involved torture worse than any in any crime, or any war, and the gang members began to relish the suffering that they caused, making it into a miserable, ritualistic game.