BROKEN BUTTERFLY; Beyond The Night That Differs Love And Lust
CHAPTER 19. A DREAM WITH A DREAM
As the woman said, no sooner did the police come to the scene. Beyond my expectations came only one police car with a detective in it. He asked me about the incident and took my story for granted. That very absurd story he took for granted without suspecting or thinking I was crazy.
As the woman said.
“Sorry, can you please show me your badge. Detective sir?”
Of course I suspect this cop. Where maybe a case like this only gets this simple handling. And again, this all feels suspicious.
“You dare question my position here, do you?”
I didn't answer that rhetorical question.
He took out his ID, and the name felt familiar to me.
“Oh, you're the detective who asked Benji?”
“That schoolboy? Yep.. So you're his friend who said he was investigating the case?”
I didn't answer this question either, not because I didn't want to but because I couldn't find the answer. It's a shame to admit that I'm the one this detective is referring to.
“Not.. I just happened to be in the wrong place and time.pack.”
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The detective took Alice to his car and was ready to leave the scene. But before that there was one thing that still stuck my mind.
“Pak, wait! Woman in black, do you know about that woman?”
“You've met Risette?” she stopped her car right in front of me, “That woman is Risette Invers, there's not much I know other than her job as an informant. My advice, you never deal with him.”
The car left me who was still digesting this information. Risette Invers, informant, revolver with 7 bullet slots, Broken Butterfly.
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I will not go to school tomorrow. Many things filled my head, many unanswered questions. Also Alice's peaceful face as she sprawled helplessly in my arms. It was hard to remove that face from my head. Since then I've been constantly questioning it, why? Why did he get to that? Why insist on protecting me? And why did he try to kill me in the first place?
I can't find the answer. In the afternoon Weena came to visit, with her spare key she could just walk into my house. And in my room he found me. Quietly in my chair, looking blankly at the messy table with documents related to the case. He didn't say a word, just waited for me to tell him a story.
I ignored her, I was still busy with all the unanswered questions in my head. Even so I know he's sitting right behind me, on my bed and probably engrossed in his laptop.
I finally told him everything.
“I can understand why he's taking me.”
His short response after my long exposure somewhat discouraged me. But I see he really meant what he said.
And then he took me downstairs to prepare dinner.
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“The case is completely closed.”
Benji who was sitting in front of my desk seemed unhappy with what he had just said.
“Think how even this case is unnatural, so it's only natural that it ended in an unnatural way.” Reply thus.
I'm still struggling with the literary and literary work I did at the last minute before the doorbell. It has been almost a week since the events in the park that almost took my life, I still use a bandage on my neck so that the scars are not visible.
No media covered this case. It is very different from a few months ago when the media was very intensively preaching it, as if this case was deliberately covered and made to evaporate just like that.
With this fact alone is enough to make Benji restless like a sakaw.
“Hmm.. But if you think gini.” Benji was watching exactly the sentence I was going to say next. “You think all my absurd stories just now are lies, and we assume that the killer is still out there even though the police have closed the case, it feels like the ending of the story makes more sense.”
“You want me to think you're lying, so?”
“Yup!”
“Which could possibly!” he hit me in the arm, hard. “I believe you! Detective Juno.”
I swear I hate that call.
“And again I also feel there is something strange with this case, and there are many more cases that end like this, which until now is still considered unsolved.”
“We again talk about conspiracy?”
“Yeah, maybe. Fortunately for this one case I can get a bright spot.”
“Oh yes, about CelwoodS16.”
“What? You know something about him?!”
“Engga.. Only I had time to talk to him over the phone, the school documents I sent yesterday were copies of the data he sent.”
“Wah.. You are great Juno, can talk directly to the urban legend of this city.”
“World back.”.
“Hah? World behind?”
“Ya, world behind.”
“What is it? kind of guts” test event
“That's not the other world, which I mean the back world. A place behind the dark side of this world that most people are afraid to look into.” I remember the woman's words in the garden.
“Keren.. Lots of things I didn't know turned out.”
Even though he said that but the look on his face still shows dissatisfaction.
“Or you can just assume all my stories are lies and continue to live like nothing ever happened.”
Honestly, I personally want to think all those things are just lies and carry on with my life like nothing ever happened. From the bottom of my heart I really wanted to be able to do that.
And Benji hit me back in the arm.
“What about that psychopathic girl from the next class? What was his name?”
“You remember his name? Wow..”
Alice is back in school. The scars of the fight are still clearly visible on his face, even so his attitude is still cheerful as usual. This morning when we passed the front of his class we were still exchanging greetings. As if nothing happened.
“From your story just now I can conclude that he really likes you.”
Not Juno! Hold yourself to comment! Obviously that's a typical Benji phrase.
“I mean like the real love.like he would do anything for you.”
Of love? I thought back to her peaceful face that collapsed in my arms after letting go of being shot. She smiles. There was not the slightest trace of fear on that face. Had the bullet been shot through his chest, it might have been that smile that would have been his last on earth. Go in peace like that. Without regret.
Is it because of love? He's done that.
“Hei Juno! You listened? Hey!”
“Ya?”
“So I asked how you feel about that girl.”
“Oh, yes. That..”
“That's how?!”
“I.. I don't think I can hate it, even though it's like that.”
“After what he did? So you really like that girl?”
His eyes were so intensely drawing evidence from me.
“Engga also.”
“Yaaah. He was obviously willing to die for you! The guy's still alive, but still. I thought you two could be a good match!”
You think so? Let's see this wound on my neck again, my friend!
“But yes, I have to admit he did get sick anyway. Maybe if it happens to me, I won't be able to talk to him as usual. Hiiiih.”
“I myself can't fully forgive his deeds.”
Yeah, what he did was clearly wrong. However I cannot justify him killing three people before and also trying to kill me. But..
“But I think he also has his own reasons for doing that. Reasons I didn't know until now. Maybe the girl, behind her cheerful face had a serious problem that she was desperately facing. Who knows?”
“Juno the sage has said! You commoners listen up!”
“Stop taunting me! Yesterday I really almost died!”
“Yeah, how else. You have Weena. So it's unlikely you'll be the same Alice.”
“Me and Weena are just friends.”
“Yes, yes, Juno. I know you're just menenan. We all know you're just temenan.”
Whatisit? I don't like the tone of his speech.
“So, can I cheat your PR?”
Those eyes look so fierce. I replied that his gaze was no less fierce.
“Ho? So you who have been interrogating me are actually eyeing my PR – apparently? Finally your real face is exposed! Trickman!”
“You're off guard detective! This super secret information is now in my hands! HA HA HA!”
And the book had been taken away by him, giving me no chance to recheck my work. Damnit damnit! I have to get the book back. After a chase that ended with a struggle like a boy Kindergarten I managed to get my book back. And once again read the verse I just wrote.
Bring this kiss on your forehead
And now before we split up
This is all I have to say:
You who believe is not wrong
That my days are just a dream
But if hope is lost
At night, or during the day
In there or in none
Can we lose again?
Everything we see and think
Everything is just a dream in a dream
A fragment of Alan Poe's poem, A Dream Within a Dream that I translated just casually fill out a task sheet so that my list of values is not empty. Something inside of me made me have to write that verse. Well, maybe because at the bottom of my heart I still feel that everything that happened lately, all that nonsense feels like a dream. And now I'm trying to wake up from him. Trying to get back to my daily life, Juno Welkin is an ordinary high school student.
The woman also quoted this poem. His mysterious figure was again imagined, as well as a supernatural fight that night.
Messages from unknown numbers entered my smartphone. I unsuspectingly opened it.
“Come to this address at one noon. – R.I.”
The address in question is a mansion in the middle of the city, from the attached link I can see the typical design of European buildings in the past. And the sender, R. I..? Research.. The invers?
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BEYOND THE NIGHT THAT DIFFERENCES LOVE AND LUST – END