Doppelganger: Detective Frans' Adventure
Doppelgangers

What is the most painful thing in life? Lost property or a lover? The most painful thing is when we lose the trust of others and lose self-esteem. Frans is very anti with all that, he is as strong as his strength to maintain his pride. For Frans, self-esteem is above everything else. All the clients who came to see Frans were treated very fairly, although sometimes he liked to be reckless and like to be whimpers.

He often ignores the name of confidentiality in front of other clients. Frans casually let clients hear each other's problems overwritten. In the end, however, clues were found in their story. Still, it violates people's privacy, right? I really don't think about Frans's behavior.

The exact clock shows at 9:00 a.m. The two guests who came turned their heads towards the door, I walked towards the door to open it.

It looked like the middle-aged man was wearing a grey jacket and carrying a stack of newspapers. Maybe when downstairs she was welcome to head upstairs by Frida. The paperboy thrust Frans' newspaper, on it tucked in a red envelope. After giving it his all, he then said goodbye.

I went in and closed the door and stepped onto the sofa. Just a few steps, someone knocked on the door again. Today was so busy, how many times had anyone knocked on the door, it was three times possible. I threw the newspaper on Frans' desk, and the red envelope I put in my shirt bag. Is there anything that the newspaperman has forgotten? I opened the door again, Frans just looked at me who was going back and forth like an iron.

After the door opened, it was not the newspaperman. A beautiful woman standing at the door. She was wearing such beautiful clothes, her jewelry was so stunning. Earrings, bracelets, necklaces, watches, all look expensive. He smiled shyly at me while slightly bowing. I invited him to come in and join our other guests.

“Good morning brothers, sorry to interrupt his time.”

The woman smiled kindly as she greeted us. Frans invited the woman to sit next to me. Our two male guests stared questionnaires at the newly arrived woman. The look on his face immediately turned serious, the sweet smile he had just offered had vanished. Frans picked up the newspaper I threw earlier, then read the headline written on it. He was silent for a moment, then put his newspaper into his lap.

“Alright, Mistress. Can I help you?” Frans looked at the woman full of probes. Frans stood leaning against the edge of the table holding the newspaper.

“Include, my name is Yulia. I came here to ask Mr. Frans to help me find out the truth that I myself do not understand.”

Frans took a breath, then looked at the two male guests who had fallen silent while observing the situation. Then Frans asked if they were willing to give time to the woman who had just arrived. The two men nodded in agreement.

But the woman named Yulia also did not mind to tell a story in front of other guests. “Just let them here, Sir. I don't think my story is very secret and I don't mind sharing.”

Like before, Frans seems to have a strategy to dig up information, or he already knows all the cases that will happen? I don't know, compromising the privacy of others, I think he's really rude. The woman smiled back and thanked me.

Frans refocused on the woman named Yulia. What kind of trouble he was going to tell us, I can't guess. We stared intently and prepared to put our ears on as best we could.

“Actually this is not a crime like theft, murder, or harassment. The events I experienced were very difficult to accept reason. I have never experienced anything strange like this before. If you've heard of a doppelganger, then I don't have to tell you at length. A doppelganger is a strange state that afflicts a person like a hallucination. It was as if I was seeing my own shadow. A shadow very similar to the original. Although only a shadow, but it looks very real and clear. Last two months—every time I sleep at night, the disorder is always haunting. Initially only in the form of an unclear whisper, every morning before dawn. I could not sleep anymore, the longer the whisper got me paranoia. The voice called my name, but in a slow, wind-like tone, it faintly vanished. It just makes me shudder.”

“I always try to brush off all those bumps, and try to fall asleep again. However, until the sun shone, I remained awake shrouded in a terrible fear. I live in a residential neighborhood near a textile factory, not far from my house, there is a garden across the street. My room is on the third floor, with a window facing the garden. My bed was next to the entrance, directly opposite a fairly large wardrobe. For a month I tried to think positively, maybe this body is too tired or the influence of the drugs I consume. In that house, I lived with my father, mother, and sister named Risa. Every time I enter 01:00 in the morning, I must wake up, and the disturbance always appears. The nights I spent two months on were frustrating. My sister, Risa, couldn't possibly bother me that late, her room was also downstairs, close to our Mr. Tono—sopir's room. My room lights are always in the dark when I sleep.”

“Then, for the doppelganger problem I said earlier. According to the history I have read from articles on the internet. That the one who sees his own shadow will die. This event had occurred and experienced by Queen Elizabeth I in England, until finally he died not long after that. Doppelgangers are images of ourselves, whether they arise due to silhouettes, optical illusions, or hallucinations due to the influence of antidepressant drugs. Clearly, a shadow very similar to mine had come to me. The figure seemed to incarnate like a death angel who was waiting and ready to take my life. Those scary voices always haunt my mind.”

“Alright, briefly. Do I have to search and capture those shadows?” Frans cuts the story of Yulia.

“No, Sir. In fact, the crux of the matter is terror. I don't know, whether it's a mystical force or a trick like magic, that obviously there are people who terrorize me. There's something big I haven't told you yet. Hopefully this can be useful in your investigation regarding the problems that have befallen me. Right in the morning, I was sweeping the front yard, suddenly a postman came up to me. The postman gave a very strange letter. The envelope has no return address. The contents really made me dumbfounded after reading.”

Meet detective Frans Sina, tell me about the problems that bother you every night. If you don't see him for a week, I'll kill you.

Mr.B

“The letter I brought. Here's the letter, sir. His handwriting is very neat and character.”

Frans immediately took the letter and he stepped back near the table, reading with focus. I immediately remembered the red envelope I received from the newsboy. I took the envelope out of my shirt pocket. Our faces became very serious, Yulia became confused looking at our facial expressions.

“Frans, earlier I also got a strange red envelope from the newsboy.”

I thrust to Frans, he swiftly opened and the contents were removed. The letter was read by Frans. His facial features changed, his forehead shrunk and his index finger stroked his chin.”

“This is a letter from Mr.B,” Frans said.

We were shocked to hear Frans' words. Yulia moved and immediately approached Frans to her feet. This mystery is very confusing. What is the contents of the letter? Why did Mr. B also send Frans a letter? Why not just send by email? So old-fashioned, does he deliberately want to preserve correspondence? Ah, it feels really bad if that's what Mr. B wants.