Doppelganger: Detective Frans' Adventure
The appearance of the Mockingbird

Although Frans is a little annoying, he is basically a good person and quite fun. Many lessons start from an experience, we will be able to learn something, that's for sure. Just like the story I've been through so far with Frans. Long story short, three months have passed, Frans has recovered from his injuries. He immediately continued the investigation. But bad news befalls us.

The news came from one of the police officers who alerted Jason. Soon Jason called me and told me the news of Agung's death.

“Corn found dead. Pedestrian on the riverbank who found his body.” Jason. “From the results of the investigation, it is known that Agung had just returned from the church. He seems to be blocked by a stranger, perhaps Mr. B. His body was found with six knife wounds. One of the punctures hit the heart. He died instantly and his body was left just by the river. After church, he often went home through that street. No witnesses saw the incident.”

“I really did not expect, all of it happened suddenly.” Thanks for the information.”

Our client has killed one person. Why did Agung have to die, I was angry with Mr. B. Someone must have been told to kill the Great. After I told Frans, he was quite surprised—then he immediately prepared to meet Jason who had arrived on the scene. Agung's body was immediately taken to the hospital for a divisum. I know, Frans is very angry.

“How could he be killed? God fucking. He should not be out of my sight,” grumbled Frans.

“Tenace. We're going to uncover everything,” Jason menukas.

Frans walked down the path on the bank of the river. He leaned back and stood straight back up. His eyes looked around, looking for something. He took a few more steps, then crouched down.

“Former boots, this grass is trampled. Then the body was put here on purpose.” Frans. He looked up at Jason. “How was the position of his body when it was found?”

“He's in a prone position.”

“Turns instantly.”

“Yes. Leave the scene of this incident to the police. Now come with me to the hospital,” Jason said.

Frans returned to the hospital, this time not to be treated again, but to find out the results of the autopsy of Agung's body. From the time of his death, he had already been killed about five hours ago. Jason had examined Agung's entire body before being taken by officers. There was no sign of a fight from Agung, he was attacked suddenly.

The death of Agung adds to a long series of lists of victims who have been killed. The boy named Eno and Hartanti have not been able to reveal his existence. When Jason was serious with Frans, Yulia came with Irfan. At that moment I also became annoyed at seeing the woman's face***** that.

I want to slap as hard as possible until her cheeks appear red. I also want to pull his hair until it is removed so that you are bald. My hands were very itchy, but I tried to hold back. Two months had passed, and I did not rebuke Yulia, who had led Frans away. I actually knew what she was doing, the woman still showed an ordinary face as if nothing had happened.

Frans walked back and forth while crossing two hands in front of his chest, occasionally stroking his chin. His legs had healed completely, he could stand firmly. I am so grateful for his condition that has recovered.

For two months of healing. I've also been investigating this complicated case. I did all this myself, since my fight with Frans— I don't want to let her down again, I have to help as much as possible. However, it felt like my abilities could not be of maximum use, so it would probably be best to involve others to help me.

“Wah. Frans. You're still short, can't you grow up again?” knock an old man.

Frans turned his back and looked at the old man. The figure of an old man wearing a black suit. Frans stepped up and still looked at the old man from toe to head.

“You who? Basic wrinkles,” said Frans suddenly.

“Basic brash. I'll kill you snot boy. You don't remember me, huh?” he pulled Frans' collar.

The old man was a white beard and straight-haired, with a body that was still quite sturdy and full of spirit. Frans looked into the old man's eyes, and he was shocked to realize who was standing in front of him. He scratched his head and smiled wryly.

“Shortly. Who, huh? I can't remember it yet,” Frans said.

“Basic bald rabbit!” snarl the old man.

“Hah? You know my call? Don't-don't, you're this..?”

“Start remember, don't you?” the old man smiled expectantly.

The old man immediately came back again putting on an annoyed face. “Basic shrimp rebon! Your brain needs to be replaced!”

“Tang rebon? You know that nickname too? The one who calls me that is just.” Suddenly a big smile appeared on Frans' face. “You ... You're the Mockingbird from the shit hole? Hoi...! How did you find me? Long time no see.” Frans jumped up and grabbed the old man.

“Basic brat! Who you call from the shit hole, your brain is full of shit. How dare you forget me.” The man, who was called Mockingbird, seemed troubled by being hugged by Frans.

“Sorry, sorry. You end up cracking like that.”

I first didn't know who the old man was either. After Frans mentioned the Mockingbird, I was immediately stunned. He is a legendary detective who always investigates cases in strange ways. The old man suddenly appeared and chatted with Frans. Is he his brother? His uncle, or his grandfather's brother Frans? I don't know yet the origin of the man by the nickname Mockingbird. To my knowledge, he was popular with police and investigators in the reform era.

Frans and the old man stepped onto the long chair. The sisters passed by while carrying a notebook, some also encouraged patients in wheelchairs. The old man still threw a smile while talking to Frans, occasionally hitting Frans on the shoulder.

“For so long we don't meet, it's only natural that you forget me.”

“I didn't forget, I was just pangling. Your appearance has changed considerably,” Frans chuckles.

“So getting older? Yep. There is no cure of agelessness in this world.”

“There is one way, plastic surgery. Surely you will look young again.”

“It's not a solution. Anyway what I'm talking about ageless medicine, is not a way to stay young.”

“Yes, it's up to you. Arguing with you will not be finished in a day,” Frans grumbled.

“Haha, you remain unchanged. Your nature has always been like that since long ago.”

“Include. That's Irfan. One of my clients, just like Agung, unfortunately Agung is now dead. Then that ugly guy over there named Jason.”

“Yes. Who are those two beautiful women? His body is very happy, my brew feels like giving off a strong magnet and want to head towards them.”

Suddenly the old man smelled of sludge and whispered like that to Frans. Even though I can still hear it. The old man glanced towards Yulia and me, he looked at my body with a perverted look. You pervert grandpa, just beware of anything. Frans seemed to respond casually, he must have known very well the nature of the old man. They laughed at each other for a while. Frans ended the conversation when I stepped on my foot.

“You must want to defecate.” chirps Frans suddenly.

My face immediately flushed red, Irfan also seemed to be holding back a laugh. Damn you Frans, how dare you ask such a question to a woman in public. I'll kick you in later, just look.

“Not your business!” I answered while clenching my hands.

I'm still upset with Frans. His behavior was ordinary, he did not seem to take seriously what had happened two months ago. The matter with Yulia and the last incident when I was men. ah I don't want to mention it anymore, maybe for now.

“If you want to go to the toilet, I will accompany..” Frans' sentence stopped. I shook when I first heard Frans coming to the toilet with me. My heart immediately thumped as he stopped saying his sentence. “If I do not accompany, this grandfather tjaboel will peek at dirimoe,” he continued with a mocking smile. It was continued with unpleasant sentences. My ears itch to hear Frans's sentence, he interspersed with the old spelling words Van Ophuijsen, a spelling used in the days of Mbah Soekarno.

“No need!” my sahut ketus then extends my steps. If that pervert's peeking, I'll pop his eyeballs.

Note: The Mockingbird does not exist in the age of reformation, just to remind that this is just a fictional story.