Come Here Datu
Come Here Datu

      Muler ran, one footing on the edge of the building, and a leap into the next building. The legs stopped right on the edge of the building, a back display that became a show for Leon. The gaze with a slanted smile, tempted by the scenery under the building. The boy fixed the suit while walking away from the edge of the building. Leon who was in the building next door only smiled, "this kid, when will he learn to be polite!" Muler disappeared behind the building's elevator.

      Man seeks pleasure that satisfies himself. There's a mistake in one thing, the controller's brain. Must choose and be chosen. Must be accepted and accepted. There are always roots under the plant. Do you count where your life started?

Don't let yourself be a prisoner!

      'It found that many cattle were losing blood. The cause of death is still unknown. Veterinarians said there was no impact of the disease, bacteria or viruses. The investigation continues by the authorities.'

      Ricard turned off the television in his office. Coffee cups on the table appear to emit hot steam. Stand with a serious face staring at the touch screen on the table. A knock resuscitated him, "get in!"

      "There's a report about another woman's death!" A cute man with a petite body stood behind Ricard. In his hand is a device. Wear the full uniform of a brown policeman.

      "Send the data!" Serious look at the screen on the table. File received and open. Featuring the girl in a red dress, a pale face and a ripped stomach. Some organs in the stomach come out. Blood everywhere. All personal data are full.

      "It happened in a similar atmosphere!" Take a deep breath and exhale slowly.

      "Media?" Shifting photos with fingers.

      "It just so happened to find the body of the victim, a reporter. Before we brought him here, he had to send the news to his news agency!" Sounds strong but hesitant.

      "In the introductory room?" Opens door. The police uniform looks good on his body.

      "Yes, he's gone right away." Half whispered. Opening the door and running small followed Ricard's footsteps. On his chest was a name tag, Jean kee.

      The room of the introgation opens violently and is gently closed. Ricard approached the male reporter with slow steps and sat down in the opposite chair. Jean looked at it from a different space.

      "Congratulations on his murder!" The reporter looked squinted.

      "Witness is not a killer, you have to choose which one is right!" Forehead wrinkled.

      "That's the opening for someone like you!" Lean on the back of the chair.

      "The examination has already taken place and there is no blood in my body. Don't you think there should be luminol again?" The angry expression was obvious.

      "What kind of sane question?" cold remarks, "listen, I admit as a witness so the info I will say will take the form of testimony open confession. I was just exercising this afternoon and nothing more. There were no ghosts there just people approaching when I asked for help in a state of near-fainting, that's all!" Pressing with a finger on the table as support.

      "He's a witness, keep an eye on him!" Heading to the door and disappearing behind it.

      "That cop was crazy?" Ask the CCTV. A large glass was camouflaged as a wall in front of him. It is clearly visible and audible from the next room by Leon and other police officers. They all look shaken, "he's sane enough." One cop with a name tag, 'King Rico' stared at the screen.

      The clockwise rotation is like a symbol of the earth inside the earth. Night is darkness that does not mean danger. Because danger is what is in the human brain. There is a moment when closing the eyes is there when the eyes are closed.

      Lenia swallowed her saliva. News everywhere. Sadistic and brutal deaths happen again and again. His breathing sounded fast and chaotic. The hand holds the neck and goes down to his chest. The string sounded loudly from inside the room. The girl stroked the chest, turned off the television and headed for the room. A message from the app.

      'Haven't go out at night!' Absolute command word. The word try only to look like a joke.

      'You know who did it?' Lenia sat on the bed.

      'Something savage has escaped, warning!' It was clearly written the sender, Mesum.

      'I will remember from now on!' Lenia's hand shook small.

      'You kept my name with the inscription, pervert!' Lenia squinted.

      'You know?' Frown.

      'I will change that word or you alone, I can do it now!' Lenia threw her body on the bed.

      'That means I can't hide anything from my screen!' Exhaling, resigned.

      'I won't be able to watch over you all the time. Only if I want to, you're free but there are times when you have to obey for your own sake. It's late, good night!' A sentence that has no choice.

      Lenia smiled, the fear diminished in the girl.