Doppelganger: Detective Frans' Adventure
The rival!
Perhaps at the expense of people's privacy, Frans could instantly shorten the time to investigate the case. I don't know his way of thinking, whether he has the ability to look at the future, or the ability to smell the existence of great evil, maybe his eidetic intelligence is high, and can determine things accurately. I don't know, we'll leave Frans' carelessness.
Now, curiosity is clouding our minds. The letter from Mr. B that just opened made us curious. Guests docked in front of Frans. Everyone is ready to listen to the letter.
“Alright, I will read soon,” said Frans.
We're really curious. “Proclamation! We nation...” Frans fell silent and looked at us. “Heh, what's up?” he said he was acting pilon.
“Aaaaaaa...! What the fuck, Frans! Just be right!” my yelling. All the guests bowed and sighed at Frans. “Seriously little! We really want to know the contents of the letter,”.
Frans was laughing. “Quiet for a moment, don't get too tense. All right, I'll read it now.” In a situation like this Frans is still joking. Fuck up!
Yulia now moved to Frans' side. His face was so tense and curious, but why did he have to be so close, anyway? Can't he hear clearly? The woman with those flashy jewels really made me wonder. Related to the story that he spoke earlier—does he really experience such a terrible thing? Is there no other possibility, for example, someone who wants to take away Yulia's jewelry? Ah, I was really unfocused, now again trying to listen to what Frans—ia will read lifting the sheet of paper.
Dear Lord Frans! I've really known your work recently. I'm very sympathetic to your increasingly resounding performance and good name. However, I guess you are just a fool who has nothing for me. So, with this letter I challenge you in a game. If you can catch and beat me. Of course I will admit your greatness. In this game, a series of cases I have designed. You must have investigated it. You have to kill me mercilessly if you don't want to lose this game. Please check the newspaper this morning on page 5 of column 18. I have set a time limit and a full explanation.
Mr.B
From the contents of the letter, we were really surprised because Frans was challenged to kill the mysterious Mr.B. After reading the letter. Frans hurried to open the page of the newspaper Mr.B was referring to. I don't know why the letter and the newspaper arrived at the same time. Frans looked serious about reading the paper and ignored us. Occasionally he frowned, twisted his lips, and took a deep breath. We just look at everything Frans did.
“The title is contest, if this is a contest it means opening opportunities for other detectives. It is not a challenge of a game. Might have written wrong,” Frans said. “Here described the incident of my abduction and the disappearance of a boy. If I can solve all the cases he's been planning. My good name will become more and more so, and my prestige as a detective will really count in this country. I only have six months to investigate all his crimes. If I fail within the allotted time, the victim's family will be exterminated. Have fun he wrote in the newspaper.” Frans hissing. “Any, printing deliberately allows someone to put an ad like this? If we go through the editor, who printed it, and why the curator allowed it to come out, we might get a clue. Could this newspaper be fake? If Mr. B is able to do this, he is a wonderful person. All right, I'm not going to investigate the issue of the printing press that printed this newspaper and the agency that published this newspaper.”
Frans stood up and went to the window, his favorite place when he thought of heavy things. We can only wait without commenting. Silence of a thousand languages. Frans dissolved in contemplation, he was completely unmoved.
In that silence, suddenly there was the sound of knocking on a loud door. It was as if it was knocked by a mighty and sturdy hand. Frans remained still unmoved, I opened the door and found a strapping man in a black suit and red tie. The man went inside without permission. I couldn't stop him anymore because the man had stepped onto the sofa.
“You won't be able to solve your case this time, Frans,” chirped the stranger.
Frans turned his head, at once he was somewhat surprised by the arrival of the foreign man. “You! Get lost if you just want to laugh at me, Jason!”
The new guest laughed. “Haha .. emotional as usual every time I meet myself. You already know what I mean here, don't you?”
“Oh, now it's clear. You're going to be following Mr.B's case, right?” guess Frans.
“Quickly!”
“So so. The writing of the contest in this newspaper turned out not to be a mistake.”
“Do you want to accept my offer? Opportunity will be greater of course.” Jason put both hands in his pants pocket.
“Back to Jogja. I won't cooperate with you.”
“Come! I've come all the way to Jakarta.”
I noticed a stranger named Jason. His facial skin was thick with black eyebrows barely fused together. To be honest, I've never met him.
The man reached into the pocket of his pants and threw a box towards Frans—ia turned and left the room. Turns out he's also a detective, no detective what. Is it a government detective? If he's paid by the government as a police officer for the investigation, I wouldn't cooperate with him. Also, I've never seen him at all.
“Who was that guy, Mister?” yulia asked in a plain pretentious voice.
“My competition while in Jogja. Jason, the secret code-breaking dog. Although my ability to carry out clues is also good, but he is superior in solving cryptographs and surgeons. Sometimes there are cases that I cannot handle beyond the limits of my reasoning.”
“It should be so arrogant as if he is the greatest human being,” said Irfan who had just been silent and looked at each other with Agung.
Frans wakes up and takes the little box from Jason. I was wondering if it was a clue or a threat from Jason. It took only a few seconds, Frans immediately closed the box and put it in his pocket. “Prepare! We're leaving now. For those who do not like to join, please wait here or return to their respective places.”
What is this, why Frans suddenly immediately said that after opening the box from Jason.
“What's up? Where are we going?” my many.
“This case has found a gap, but I need the help of witnesses to identify the faces of victims and their families. From the explanations of my three guests, my hypothesis seems to make sense, because Jason just gave me a hint.”
I'm rattled. “What does he do?”
“This box contains only a candle in the form of the number 8. But I realized, when I touched it. Jason gave us an idea of the case. All that is more clear, because from the shape of the candle I can conclude like a game that has no end and is interrelated like the number 8. Plus, I've combined the cases described by my three clients—by the three of you, of course added by Hartanti's description and the case when I fought the criminals on board.”
“If you may know, this case is chronology actually how?” ask Yulia.
“Hmm... alright! I'll explain that starting with the disappearance of the boy named Eno, it happened with my abduction four months ago. Her mother Eno's property came to see me two months ago. She was also kidnapped and her husband was killed with his neck slaughtered. If my decduction is right! The perpetrator who mocks Hartanti's husband is Reyhan, Lisa's ex-lover. There were two people with him, he was with Teguh who disappeared from prison and then another man who was not yet known. Maybe the third person is a gang of kidnappers who survived against me on board.”
“"If it's true it's Reyhan, how do you explain the motive?” ask Great.
“According to your description, Reyhan can not feel the taste of food because after the accident his tongue became defective. Reyhan is frustrated with his condition, thus cutting off his own tongue and intending revenge on the truck driver who hit him two years ago. Based on my reasoning which was definitely 100% correct, the one who hit him was Hartanti's husband who was lying sickly. He used to work as a delivery man in a well-known company according to Hartanti. So, Reyhan killed the former driver at his residence. Everything is of course on the notice and command of Mr.B who controls them.”
“Our incredible theory. I started to get an idea with all these problems,” Agung said.
“So, Teguh joined the gang of criminals who killed the former driver.” Irfan murmuring.
I listened to Frans's theory, which I thought made a lot of sense. Could it be that he had found all the answers while daydreaming earlier. Yulia looked puzzled as she did not yet know all the stories that had happened were related.
“Well, how about a black shadow similar to mine?” chirps Yulia.
“That's two possibilities. The first possibility of that shadow is indeed your doppelganger. Meanwhile, the second possibility is a little unreasonable, the shadow of a woman who looks like you is Hartanti, Eno's mother. I thought that Mr.B did use mystical powers to influence and control them— by changing Hartanti's face to resemble yours, Hartanti terrorized every night in your room. A little strange indeed, after all I also do not really believe in mystical and inaudible things like dedemit and so on. Even if there was, and was used in this case, I should probably have uncovered all these mysterious cases as soon as possible.”
Yulia shuddered at Frans' explanation. As planned, Frans and I will go to investigate. But our three clients decided to come along too.
“Alright, this time we throw away all our formalities. You can call me Frans, Bro, or Pakdhe. I've decided we're a team to solve this mystery. Ah ... Okay, I'll name this group Team D. Do you agree?” frans declared the name of his team.
What the fuck is he, why is it like a kid playing cop-police. I almost giggled at the ridiculous name that Frans had just made. However, we nodded and cheered because we would cooperate in investigating a big case. The problem of the name of the team I don't think need to be too dizzy.
“Alright! After lunch, the first purpose of the investigation this time was at the Hartanti residence. We start from there.”
According to Frans' orders, we had lunch together in the dining room, the food had been prepared by Frida. Hopefully this case will meet a bright spot until it can uncover who Mr.B really is.