Doppelganger: Detective Frans' Adventure
Big Secret

The gray clouds slowly moved north. The smell of wet soil and frangipani flowers keeps me from sneezing. Some mourners are still in the cemetery. Today the funeral of the Great has been held. Grief still enveloped his family and colleagues. The great found dead, so stifling my chest. He first came to see Frans when Frans had accepted Hartanti's case. Until now the existence of Hartanti has also not been detected. Irfan whose status just graduated from High School also began to panic because of the death of Agung.

At least we are lucky because there is Irfan who is a martial artist, Jason who is also smart and understands about medicine. Yulia who I think is annoying turns out to also have a pretty smart thought. Plus now there is an old man Frans acquaintance nicknamed Mockingbird. At least there are still great people in Team D.

Autopsy results obtained from the body of Agung. He explained that his death was purely murder. There is no resistance, it is estimated that the perpetrator who attacked only one person. The Great's vital organs were damaged by being pierced in the left chest. His skin was scuffed because it was dragged by the perpetrator when Agung was dying.

Regarding the old man who had just appeared, it turned out that he had a very close relationship with Frans. The legendary nickname among the police seemed to make me want to extract all the information about him. Mockingbirds are so strange, in a country like this there can be no such bird name.

“French. Who's the old man?” I asked after the funeral.

“He who taught me many things. I ran away from home when I was in Junior High. He's the one who took the place when I was a bum. Name's Mr. Sam—Samuel Soedibyo.”

“You? Escape from home? Basic padlock.”

“Ya.”

“Then why is he called Mockingbird?”

“Try to watch his face. He had eyes like that bird, round, small and his mouth slightly alphabetic. Her lips are longer at the top. He loves making fun of his co-workers even strangers he just met. He gave me some nicknames like shrimp rebon and bald rabbit.”

After I traced the meaning of the name, it was a type of bird that existed in North America. Even in Europe it is very rare, what else in Indonesia. This bird is a bird that has intelligence. He could remember the humans who were teasing him, and had so many melodious songs that he was called the imitator and even the mock bird.

“So so. Is he really that great?”

“Sure. Honey, his mouth is very spicy when he talks. You know, he's also perverted.”

“Hih. I'll pop two eyeballs if I mess with.”

Frans chuckled at my words. It turned out that the old man did indeed have his own charismatic in Frans' eyes.

Long story short, Jason had compiled all the documents during the investigation as Frans ordered. Frans began accepting Jason as a co-worker. But something surprised me. The old man named Samuel Soedibyo came to see me. He wanted to say something very important. My mind certainly became alarmed, he could have wanted to do obscene things. You pervert, I'll teach you to ***** if you're rude.

That afternoon, he asked me to come to a small restaurant. He wanted to talk about some things about Frans. I was wondering what he wanted to talk about Frans. I also came to fulfill the request of the Mockingbird. I walked up the front hall of the restaurant and left a row of chairs to the south. My eyes looked around, pausing for a moment and turning around to look for the Mockingbird. The condition of the restaurant is quite quiet, there are only a few customers. In the east corner, it turned out that he was sitting alone and had already ordered two cups of espresso.

“Sorry if you order drinks carelessly. Hope you like.”

“Begini. You're Frans' assistant, aren't you?” he began to open a conversation that seemed to be going quite seriously.

“Yes. Can be called so—I work for him.”

“There are important things you should know.” His face became more serious.

“What is it, Sir?” I tried to be polite with the old man.

His eyes were indeed flat, but his face described firmness. The upper lip was indeed taper, perhaps that was why he liked to make fun of it. I confirmed the sitting position, put both hands on the table and put my ears well. The Mockingbird took a deep breath. The bushy brew made his gaze even sharper. Maybe even more like the gaze of an eagle than a mockingbird.

“You know Frans since when?” said it.

I pretended to frown, as if recalling the first time I met Frans. “I knew him when he entered the world of college. She is my level sister.”

“So. Actually—ini is a secret that I've been hiding all this time. Even her parents didn't know about this. Actually was... Frans who you've been following, has something else—”

“You mean? Excuse me. Previously, did you have a relationship with him?” I cut her off, and asked as if I had not known her connection to Frans in the past.

“I intend to help you, as well as Frans. We lived together for a few years. That boy I found while I was still enjoying my time as a detective. He ran away from home because of a fight with his parents. When it—aku still settled in Jogja.”

“So so. You want to help us, what do you want to say?”

I tried to be reasonable so that this conversation was not too stiff. Actually, I did this to avoid the negative things that the obscene grandfather might do. Naturally, I just came alone to see him.

“When I stayed with the boy. He originally had the nature of a normal brat in general. However, as time went on, I began to realize there was something strange about Frans. One night, I woke up and wanted to go to the toilet. While passing through the living room, I met Frans. He stood in front of the television looking at me with a strange look. I asked him why he hadn't slept. He just smiled at me, his smile was so cold and scary.”

“When I got back from the toilet, Frans had moved to the position of—sitting on the sofa. I went upstairs, Frans' room happened to be in a corner near the stairs. My room is at the end of the hallway. As I climbed the stairs and reached the front of her room, Frans' door opened. I looked inside, apparently Frans was also asleep on his bed. I immediately realized, wasn't Frans still in the middle room? I immediately ran down the stairs. Frans wasn't there anymore, I found a broken television screen, the sofa shifted and everything fell apart. That horrible sight really shocked me—”

“Sorry. Wait for. Did—that really happen?” I was so surprised that I cut the story.

“Yes. This is really happening. In the morning, Frans woke up. He asked me why the middle room was falling apart. It was the first time I saw a figure similar to him. Before that, my yard was also chaotic. Then my pet chickens were all slaughtered. There has been a lot of trouble since Frans arrived. He has the other side—maybe. I don't know what to call him, he has an evil twin that can reveal himself. Until one day, for the second time I met the cold figure again. I asked who he was, why he looked like Frans. He said he was Frans, born Frans. He said that a separate shadow came true, calling himself Belphegor. She is the evil twin of Frans.”

What this Mockingbird just told me. I was surprised not to be confused, it turns out that all we fought was Frans himself. His evil twin—as Yulia once told him, about the doppelganger. Who was the twin who came to Yulia? What does all this mean? I tried to rack my brain. There's no way Frans would have had such a weird thing.