Doppelganger: Detective Frans' Adventure
Letter from Mr. B
It was raining in November, this big case was the start of all the disasters we dealt with. I didn't expect, everything was related. Eno's disappearance and her mother's abduction were orchestrated by someone. At that time, Frans and I arrived at Hartanti's house. Bad luck befell her husband, Hartanti's husband was killed by a mysterious plot. The three men fled to take Hartanti after slitting her husband who was lying sick.
Hartanti's husband died in his bed. Blood was spattered on the floor and the cots. Frans and I ran after the plotters, unfortunately they vanished without a trace. The police and the hearse arrived 20 minutes later. We are witnesses to this tragedy.
It's been two months since the case has found a bright spot. As usual, Frans daydreams at his favorite place. He seemed to dissolve in such deep thought. I knew he was thinking about this great mystery. A week passed, suddenly there were two guests knocking on Frans' workroom. At that time I was taking his dirty clothes to dry with Frida's clothes.
They were men, a tall skinny one with a face full of acne scars. The other is short and fat. Apparently they don't know each other. Their business is certainly different. However, I noticed Frans' eyes, he was very sharp and did not take his eyes off the two men who had just arrived. I know, he must be observing something. That sharp look indicated he was thinking hard.
“Alright, please explain in advance the problem you are facing.” Frans pointed to the fat man.
The fat man Frans pointed at looked glanced towards the skinny man. Frans was smiling.
“If you feel disturbed, I will tell you who are thin to wait outside,” chirps Frans while pointing towards a slim man.
“It's actually my privacy, but I don't think it matters if he stays here,” says fat man.
“No. I don't mind waiting outside,” skinny guy chimed in.
“Wait. I want to listen to the stories of the two of you in turn. Looks like I'll find something interesting,” Frans finally made a decision. I think this is the dumbest decision Frans has ever made. He doesn't care about the privacy of his clients. Surprisingly, the two guests also nodded at each other in agreement. Finally the fat man opened his mouth.
“Begin, the point of my arrival here is to ask for your help to investigate the case that befell my sister. My name is Agung, I live in Jakarta with my sister, Lisa. Our parents died three years ago. Four weeks ago Lisa was murdered, my sister's neck was slaughtered using a kitchen knife. This story might be confusing, hopefully you don't mind listening to.”
“No problem. But again I will ask, is our one guest still able to listen to your story extension?” Frans asked with his legs crossed, it seemed like he just wanted to make sure.
“Sure, I don't mind.” The fat man.
“Alright, please continue.”
“This is related to the terror I experienced. Lisa's death still leaves me sad and sad. But other things only make me more disturbed and always restless. Seven days after Lisa's funeral, I got a very strange letter. The letter came Monday, November 19. There is no return address and the contents are very mysterious. Here is the letter. It only says the name of the sender. The name says Mr. B. It said, 'That night is dark and silent. Only a drum can decorate it. Then come to me to see Lisa, she's with me.'”
Suddenly the thin and tall man was flabbergasted with a pale face. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out something.
“What's up, Mister?” Frans was also shocked to see the behavior of the other client.
The skinny man pulled out an envelope. “The letter is the same as I got it. The content is also exactly the same, it's just that Lisa's name is written my friend's name.”
“Really? Brother Agung, what if we first listen to our friend's story.”
“Alright, I agree.” Agung nodded.
“Thank you. Immediately, my name is Irfan, I am a student of one of the schools in the Purworejo area. I joined a silat club with some friends. This problem actually happened to my friend named Teguh. His father was killed for not being able to pay off debts. Then take revenge on the merchant who took his father's life. They killed the rich man and merchant. The merchant was named Rano. After taking his revenge, he fought against me and our silat club members. Our club is named White Crow, we are furious because Teguh tarnished the martial world, he killed using his martial arts.”
“This incident happened eight weeks ago, before the murder of Lisa, Mas Agung's sister. After getting revenge, he ran out of town. However, Teguh was caught by the police a week ago, he was sentenced to death. On the third day in prison. We were surprised that the police told her brother that Teguh had disappeared from his cell. Later that night, Teguh's sister named Ajeng got a strange letter, that night I was immediately called by Ajeng. Then three days later I went to see Mr. Frans to Jakarta. Because you are so well known in the news, we hope you can help us. The letter is exactly the same as the one obtained by Mas Agung. The content is also the same, although the name Teguh written in it. The sender also wrote Mr.B, I was really surprised earlier. This is the letter that Ajeng— gothe very much hope to see his sister again.” Irfan sent the letter.
Frans opened the letter and read it seriously. I just fell silent and peeked a little at the contents, the handwriting on the letter was really neat. “Very heavy,” says Frans. “This case really intrigued me, although there are still few clues I got. After hearing the story of the two of you, I think this has something to do with the case I'm dealing with.”
“Is that so? I hope you can help deal with the case that befell us,” said Irfan while looking at Agung.
“It's not that easy. Mr. B. The sender of this letter must be a very intelligent man. Because he easily organized organized crime to involve teenagers in the village. I think all of that...”.
Frans's voice stopped because the door to his room was knocking. Who else is coming?