12 Badoets
Wolulicurs

The moon shimmered behind a thin white cloud, emitting its dim light. The dominant yellow color hits the earth in a cold night atmosphere. Flickering stars add to the beautiful sky, although it does not contribute bright light to the land.

One of the shophouses on the outskirts of the city looks crowded. The shophouse is located right on the border of the county town. Not boisterous by the store merchandise buyers who are not operating, but many police officers passed by. Yellow police lines have been stretched blocking residents who want to know and wonder what has happened.

The blue dongker pulled over across the street. Two people got out of the car with different faces. The one in uniform looked serious with his steady pace. And another one wearing batik looks reluctant with shaky steps.

"Di, why are we here anyway?" tarji protests folding and rolling up his batik sleeves.

"There is a case. How the hell are you?" sergeant Adi.

"That means there are sector officers here. The one in the center does not need to also always come to the location." Tarji continued his protest.

"Not many complaints. We are also in the office. It is our destiny to be led to this place" said Adi with a little annoyance.

Adi rushed into the scene of the crime. Tarji was tailing though with a bent face. But when he glanced at the golden watch on his right wrist, he smiled back.

Some officers bowed when they found out Adi was coming. And a forensic officer approached, thrusting a note at Adi.

"Let me read," said Tarji, seizing the records of the results of the provisional investigation, from Adi's hands.

"The victim was named Trisno. Age 74 years according to population data and civil registration. Living alone, never married. Having a history of stroke, almost his entire body is not functioning. Everyday life is aided by a nephew named Bejo." Tarji reads straight-sided lettering that looks neat even though it is written in a hurry.

"Founded injection marks on the victim's right thigh. Based on laboratory reports, blood samples contain an unnatural amount of sodium bicarbonate" Tarji said.

"It's not wrong, the victim died because of dib*nuh," continued Adi, observing the wheelchair in front of the television that is still on. The body of the victim has been taken to a nearby hospital for further autopsies.

"Who found the first victim?" ask Adi later.

"His nephew is named Bejo. Who was sitting on that chair," Tarji replied pointing at the fat man who looked uneasy in the living room. Adi nodded, and walked over to the fat man.

"Sir Bejo? Introduce me Adi, the officer who handled the death of uncle Njengan," said Adi reached out his hand to shake hands.

"I. . . I told you earlier. Already wondering. Anyway," said Bejo mumbled, clasping Adi's hand. His eyes look empty. Bejo was really shaken.

"Ji, get me a drink" Adi told Tarji.

"Ready sir" replied Tarji sprightly. Not to joke or joke, even though Adi is his best friend, Tarji always tries to be professional at work.

After sipping Adi's mineral water, Bejo looks calmer.

"Pull your breath slowly and exhale Sir," said Adi while patting Bejo's shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I was shocked" Bejo said later.

"If you have calmed down, you can tell us the details you know about Mr. Trisno's death." Adi smiles. Bejo was hypnotized by Adi's aura and authority. His gaze was pacified, dispelling the fear that had previously ruled Bejo's heart.

Bejo called the number, but there was no answer. Finally, feeling deceived, Bejo rushed home. Before arriving home, he took the time to look at his uncle's condition, ascertaining whether the old man had slept.

Oddity began to be realized when Bejo knew the front fence lock looks damaged, forced gouged. When Bejo saw the tv room, as usual Trisno was still sitting in his wheelchair. Unfortunately, the uncle was lifeless.

"Is the stuff in this house missing?" adi asked after Bejo finished his story.

"There is no sir. In this house valuables only LED TVs are commonly watched paklik. Even the land letters are now in my house" Bejo replied confidently.

"At first I thought there was a thief into the house and shocked Paklik until finally Paklik died. But I see for myself, there is a reddening injection marks on Paklik's right thigh. I panicked and called my acquaintance at the police station" Bejo continued.

"It does not mean theft or robbery by force" Tarji said.

"By the way about the robbery, when Maghrib was there were 3 people visiting here and two of them also discussed about the robbery sir," said Bejo remembered.

"Who are they?" ask Adi full of probes. A new piece of information that Bejo had not previously conveyed due to his shaken inner being.

"I don't know. A man with silver hair, and two women with glasses. At first their tires were leaking, I helped them. Then the man asked to be taken to the bathroom. When I returned from the bathroom, I saw two foreign women were mengurubuti Paklik. If not wrong they call the robbery anyway," explained Bejo. His speech was a little confusing, probably because his shock had not completely disappeared.

Adi thought for a moment, then reached into his pants pocket. He pulled out his phone and opened his photo gallery. A moment later thrust the phone to Bejo.

"What man did you see, this man?" adi's asking shows a picture of Wildan. Bejo frowned.

"His face is similar. But his hair was white, he had a piercing. It's just not neat in this photo. The guy broke it down," said Bejo.

"Emm, okay. Thank you for your comment, please sit comfortably. Just rest here. If you need anything you can call me," said Adi turned around and walked away. Adi returned to the TV room, observing the wheelchair in silence. Tarji followed and approached.

"Seeing the weapon of the perpetrator who uses a syringe, clearly the perpetrator already knows the history of the victim's disease. A planned abrogation*han. Moreover, no items are missing," Adi murmured slowly.

"But it has nothing to do with the teacher yesterday, right?" ask Tarji.

"When you ask like this you suspect this case is related." Adi smiled briefly.

"I think the man who came here before Mr. Trisno was*h was Wildan. The man we're looking for, "Adi continued.

"He must have changed his appearance. Edit a photo of Wildan using the app, and spread Wildan's new look. Silver hair and earrings on the ears," Adi commands solemnly.

"That's for sure, isn't it, Wildan is the culprit of all this?" tanya Tarji was a little urgent.

"It's not sure Ji. He could be at the wrong time and place. The question is, who are the two women with him? Then what was the relationship between Trisno, Anwar and Umar during their lifetime?" Adi muttering. His head was throbbing, feeling heavy. Really, a complicated case. Adi has not found a red thread that still feels tangled.

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