Doppelganger: Detective Frans' Adventure
Do Not Sleep in the Hospital

Two days earlier.

12.45 Jakarta time. Laboratory X.

“Take cyanide next to the preparation table!” shouted one of the doctors.

They were overwhelmed by seeing a terrible event. I don't know what just happened, because it's the first time they've seen something like this in a movie. Not a delusion or a trick of the eye, this is a reality and is happening inside the laboratory researching the strange fluid from Hartanti's husband's body.

The chicken used to test the strange liquid suddenly died instantly. However, as four hours passed, the chicken came back to life. Rise from the dead like a zombie movie. The doctor who handled the testing in the lab then injected cyanide into the chicken's body, but it had no effect at all. The chicken is alive and getting stronger. Flapping its wings made three officers have to hold the chicken.

“What the fuck is all this? Is this really real?” said the doctor.

His colleagues were also confused. “How about we crush that chicken body?” one of the doctors chimed in.

Because with cyanide is not able to kill the living carcass. Finally the doctor tried to use electricity. The chicken was electrocuted with high voltage. But still failed as before.

“Why stay alive? It's an illusion or does it really happen.” The doctor cut off the chicken's head until it broke. The chicken finally collapsed and then twitched for a while and did not move anymore.

All the lab workers were really scared. The carcasses of life they just saw. An event like this has never happened before. The hospital is still investigating the strange liquid and has not revealed it to the public. It's just, Jason was already in the hospital with the police. He took the test results from the lab and then copied them.

Frans sighing. “I don't know for sure how many people Mr.'s accomplices. B it. It's always complicated to make us guess. The truth will someday be revealed.”

Jason gnashing. “Yes, one day it will definitely be resolved. Look, after taking the results from the lab tests, I examined the liquid data, it was not found in any data related to the name, element, and method of making the strange liquid.”

Now Frans was eating apples lying on the table with flat facial expressions and he completely ignored us who were nearby. While chewing, he spoke again. “Jason, is the liquid also able to make human corpses come back to life? If the body of Hartanti's husband escapes, it will definitely make a scene if there are people who see the corpse with the neck gaudy walk around.”

“The new cut chicken head he died again? Hartanti's husband's neck is only limited to being plugged, so he must decide the head if he really lives again. At the autopsy did the forensic team split his head to examine his brain? Or cut off his neck? If yes. Maybe the body was stolen instead of being a zombie and traveling alone. Ah, I have to get out of this slacker bed.” Frans is trying to wake up.

“Autopsy data ... hey! Don't be stupid!” Jason windy. “You were shot in the calf and hit your big muscle. Now that muscle is ripped. Although it does not hit the tendon on the knee because you were hit by a bullet on the calf, but the large Achilles muscle suffered severe tearing level III, meaning it broke! Surgery in addition to the removal of the bullet is also done to connect your torn muscles. In your case, it took you three months or even more to recover. Therefore, after the surgery you have to rest completely, even though within six weeks you feel good, you also need to use a walking stick to help the process of restoring your muscle tightness.”

“Better to sleep under the bridge than to sleep in the hospital,” Frans grumbled.

Basic gembel, my inner. If you just want to sleep under the bridge, you do not need to buy a house. The atmosphere became more serious because of the strange fluid discussed by Jason, plus Frans remained determined to return home as soon as possible from the hospital. For that strange fluid problem, it was certain that the doctors became frightened. However, there are some who are still trying to think positively, it is possible that the chicken nerves are still functioning post-death, resulting in a strong shock and moving his entire body. In the midst of this confusion, suddenly we were shocked by the broken window glass. A large enough stone fell on the floor and then rolled for a moment.

Jason immediately ran towards the window, he looked outside and found a burly man turning and running. Jason caught a glimpse of the man's face. Jason's police officer stood guard outside, chasing after the man who threw a stone at Frans' room. But he failed to subdue the man. The case that was once said to have been resolved by Frans turned out to be long-tail until like this. When she was kidnapped and I insisted on telling her, she casually responded that the case had been settled. Apparently there are still new cases that continue to befall us because of the actions of Mr. B.

“Calm down, I've seen the face of the guy. Looks like he's not the teenager Teguh or Reyhan your client Frans told you about. I will ask the help of my police to sketch his face, he must have also caught a glimpse,” Jason said.

The person who threw the stone had already fled. I don't know what the purpose of throwing stones into the room where Frans lay. Maybe to cause more fear to us. Yulia started sweating due to the incident just now. All of our clients decided not to return to their inns or homes. They agreed to follow Frans and I during this investigation.

“Alright! It's safer if you stay here,” Jason said.

Yulia looked trembling. “I really don't know what else to do. Thank you to all of you.”

“Tenace. We will protect each other,” chirps Agung.

I just kept quiet hearing that conversation. Uh, how would it be if Yulia stayed here with Frans—one room? M-although it's crowded, it feels quite awkward and makes my heart fuss.

Now, it's gonna be night soon. Sure enough, Jason's police officer also worked in the sketch-making part of the faces of fugitives and other criminals. Just in the afternoon at 16:00, the police came to give a sketch of the face of the perpetrator who threw the stone. Frans received a sketch from the police, he then looked carefully until his forehead wrinkled. The sketcher just kept waiting for Frans to comment on the face.

“Why does this guy have a catfish whisker? Can you draw or not?” chirps Frans.