Different One
Eps. 34 Genesis Reconsideration

Jorell and Xavier finally arrive at Mr. Fisher's house. Some neighbors also came to the man's house. I don't know why they went there, defend condolences, or just check the situation?

“You want to enter?” jorell asked as Xavier followed some of the neighbors who had entered Mr. Fisher's house.

“Of course. I want to see Miss Gaby's condition one last time before her body is taken care of.”

Jorell followed his friend into Mr. Fisher's house. Inside the house there are many. Ten neighbors came at that time. All of them were men, not a single woman was visiting there tonight.

“Xavier, are you coming?” said Mr. Fisher, after addressing Xavier, among the other men present.

“Yes, Mr. Fisher. I am so sorry for the passing of Miss Gaby.”

Just then Xavier was standing in front of Gaby's bedroom door. From the outside the woman appeared to be lying stiff on the bed, wearing deep black pajamas.

“Is it true, Miss Gaby committed suicide, Mr Fisher?” Xavier asked.

The man took a deep breath before answering. He himself did not expect that his daughter would die this way. There was a sense of regret lodged in his heart after what he had done earlier this afternoon. His intention wanted to express his opinion alone but it was unexpected that he was even emotional until physical violence occurred. Maybe that's enough to get Gaby hit.

“Yes, I'm sorry why I was mad at him. If it ends like this I won't yell at him,” said Mr Fisher with a bent face.

“Fisher, Gaby's body moved now or how?” ask a man who was in Gaby's room at the time.

“Ya, can. Soon there's an officer coming here to take care of Gaby.”'s body

“Can I help, Mister?” bargain Xavier on a man who's in Gaby's room.

“Ya, can. Come in, Xavier.”

Xavier walks into Gaby's room to help the man lift Gaby's body. Jorell who was there followed his friend in, without being asked. Rather than him being a stranger in the area.

In the room, the room looked messy. Bed linen in the room is a mess. The blanket fell to the floor. On the table near the room was an open medicine bottle with some contents splattered.

“What medicine is this?” Jorell briefly looked at the medicine bottle packaging. “Revelation propofol,” Added.

Propofol is a type of sedative that is consumed to calm the mind of a person with effects such as sleeping pills, making people who consume it sleep. But the consumption of such drugs should be prescribed by a doctor.

Jorell felt strange by the way the drug was laid out that was scattered untidy.

Is it true, he took the medicine and returned it himself? If he were to return it himself the medicine bottle should be neat, not messy like this.

Jorell then we stared at every part of Miss Gaby's body to check for her suicide incision.

In this woman's hand there were absolutely no marks from the incision of the knife or any other sharp object. What was the cause of death? I don't think it was a drug overdose, Jorell concluded.

He again observed the intense Miss Gaby that this time had been raised by several people, including Xavier.

“It ... why does the woman's neck look blue?” Jorell was shocked to see it.

Blue color in the neck to the face usually indicates if a person lacks oxygen.

“Xavier, something is suspicious on this woman's body. He seems to be lacking oxygen. That means there is someone who deliberately makes it lack of oxygen,” whispered Jorell softly in the ear of his friend.

“Are you sure?”

“Try checking the body part, is there a strap stroke on the neck or an incision on the hand?”

“Xavier, what are you doing?” asked Mr. Dereck, the man in Gaby's room.

“For a moment sir, I just want to check the injured body part. To be sure whether Miss Gaby really committed suicide or not?”

Just as Xavier examined the woman's two wrists, the result was a smooth hand without the slightest incision there. He turned to check the neck, and there were no rope strokes on the neck.

“Jorell, true what you said. Then what was the cause of Miss Gaby died?”

“Fisher says he overdosed on sedatives.” Mr. Dereck replied, pointing at the protocol bottle that was splattered on the table with his pair of eyes.

“Sorry, Sir. Miss Gaby did not die of an overdose of propofol, but from running out of oxygen. Exactly someone deliberately blocked the oxygen into his body.” It wasn't Xavier talking, it was Jorell.

“So you don't think he died by suicide but was killed by someone?” asserted Mr. Dereck.

The man heard a different testimony from Jorell, a little boy.

“What's this, why don't you bring Gaby's body out immediately?” said Mr. Fisher from the outside looking at the little commotion in his daughter's room.

Because he answered, the man went into Gaby's room. He saw that the three people who were there were still arguing.

“What are you guys discussing?” ask Mr. Fisher.

“This child says, your daughter died not by suicide but someone killed her,” explains Mr Dereck.

Mr. Fisher frowned his pair of brown eyebrows hearing that. What other nonsense is spoken by a child like Jorell. And should he believe it?

“How can you explain that?” The pair of man's eye beads probed Jorell.

Jorell then explained at length his argument regarding his suspicions. He even demonstrated his argument to convince Mr. Fisher with the help of Xavier as his model.

“Uhuk! Jorell, I can't stand it. I almost died!” shouted Xavier.

Jorell asked his friend to lie on the floor. He then took a pillow and covered Xavier's face with a pillow for ten minutes.

“See this, Mr.” Jorell then pulled the pillow quickly from Xavier's face.

Now Xavier looks pale with the neck area to the face blue, just like Gaby's condition.

“Can you see the equation, Mister?”

Mr. Fisher and Mr. Dereck then looked back at Xavier and Gaby's bodies in turn. There are similarities there.

“Are you sure Gaby didn't kill herself but was killed by someone?” mr. Fisher, begin to believe what Jorell says.

“If Sir pleases, I will try to solve this problem,” bargained Jorell.

But he did not force. That is also if the man believes in him. Because he himself already knew an adult would underestimate himself in this.

Mr. Fisher seemed hesitant. He was silent to think about considering Jorell's offer. He looked back at Jorell, as well as Xavier. Seeing the boy earlier demonstrated the possibility of a crime, made his mind disturbed.

“Alright, you can investigate. On condition that you find out who the real culprit is less than 24 hours. If it's more than that then I won't believe all your arguments.”