Doppelganger: Detective Frans' Adventure
Mystery of Disappearing a Body
As I lived my life and dabbled in this complicated world with Frans, there were many things I met about him. In addition to full of mystery, annoying things are also often experienced when I am running a job with the man. I have written about him in my diary and he does not even know that I have explained all about his traits and habits.
Through my experience and observation, some of the things I managed to make from a Frans are as follows:
Facts
1. Frans does not idolize Sherlock Holmes\, instead he idolizes an MI7 agent named Johnny English.
2. Frans Sina\, his last name comes from the name of a philosopher\, doctor\, as well as the author\, namely Ibn Sina.
3. In addition to suffering from claustrophobia (fear of narrow places). Frans also suffers from Nyctophobia\, which is fear of dark rooms or places.
4. Frans likes to collect flat pebbles or plates.
5. Besides the nickname The G. Detective Cigarette Butts is one of his nicknames\, he hates cigarettes and people who throw cigarette butts carelessly. The Cigarette Butts Detective is often abbreviated as DPR.
6. Frans doesn't like pears but likes apples.
7. Hating people who can't say sorry\, please\, and thank you.
8. His favorite animal is the cockroach\, not knowing what attracts him to this disgusting beast.
9. Banana jam is her favorite food.
Some of the facts above have appeared and there are still some that have not been described in the story. Maybe there are still some facts about the man who missed, I seem to be transformed like Watson who so admires my colleagues. I will definitely complete it. I ended each of my notes in the diary with this sentence, ‘My name is Helena, long before I knew Frans. I am a woman who is so quiet, indifferent with all circumstances. When I started to get to know Frans, my uncaring attitude started to disappear’. What a pretty glorious achievement for a woman who has always been indifferent like me.
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Starting today, the time Mr.B gave Frans was only 6 months. If Frans fails to beat Mr. B in this game. Then all the family members of the victims who disappeared, will be killed as well. Team D took Frans' car to Hartanti's house. When we got there, we went down and checked the house.
Unbeknownst to us, we had actually been followed since Frans' house. There's only one person stalking. It's possible the stalker's purpose was to spy on Frans. He hid across a narrow alley without our knowledge—ia was behind fences and patrol posts.
While we were seriously exploring the entire room in the Hartanti house. We unpacked the cabinets, checked the drawers, under the mattress, water in the well and checked every corner of the house. The house is safe, no signs of ever being watched. It's possible, if there were previously surveillance cameras to monitor all these family activities. Frans walked towards the front porch, then entered again by putting his hand in his pants pocket. He seemed to think, his forehead shrinking.
During the two-month investigation, police have not found any clues. If this murder was premeditated and the motive is vengeful. It's possible that the culprit is still running around after Frans.
Fifteen minutes passed, finally Yulia found something. Inside the bottom closet drawer were letters belonging to his father Eno. Photocopy of family card and driving license. There was also a contract letter with M company two years ago. It turns out it is true that Hartanti's husband used to work as a driver in the company.
“A big clue. This will help me a lot to strengthen my assumptions. It turns out that it was true that Hartanti's husband was a truck driver,” Frans said.
“I have no doubt, it is certain that your guess is correct,” Yulia said.
“Should be right, because this concerns your life as well. I was before entering this house also found something.”
“What is it, Frans?” I said while holding the Hartanti family savings book which was quite dusty.
“I found a very flat beautiful pebble.” Frans reached into his pocket and showed the pebble with a plain face like a sinless baby.
I walked over to Frans and grabbed him. In an investigation like this he's still joking. Hartanti's house began to get dirty because it was not cared for for for two months. The dust began to thicken, the cobwebs began to cover all the objects. The woven bamboo wall begins to porous at the bottom because it is exposed to splashes of water when it rains and eaten by termites partially. The items in this house remain intact because there is a patrol post near the house. Perhaps no one dared to enter to take something. His house is nothing, it has no valuables.
We are still seriously going through every corner of the house. Irfan and Agung are in the kitchen. Then suddenly there was the sound of footsteps from outside. Someone is coming. His steps were quite firm and it seemed like he was wearing quite heavy shoes. Frans hiding behind the door, the sound of the frame being knocked—like clashing with a ring or stone—people outside kept knocking while saying excuse me. Frans finally opened the door and found a man with an oblong face and a haircut. He entered, it turned out that it was a police officer in charge of controlling the victim's house. It's a bitch, seeing that guy in uniform, I really hate cops. If he wants to interfere in our affairs, I will restrain myself as much as I can. The trauma I experienced has passed. At least, I'll try to be open with the police.
“There can I help?” said the policeman.
“Ah. If you have any information, just give us that information and it will be very helpful.” Sahut Frans's.
“Good. I have some information.” The policeman stepped closer to the well-worn wooden chair, he slowly sat down and looked at us. “Actually, one week after the autopsy of Hartanti's husband's body was completed. The bodies were kept in the morgue in general. But something beyond reason happened. The body disappeared shortly into the morgue. There is no ex. According to the officer who brought in, they had just laid down his body and removed one of the other bodies for an autopsy as well. When they return to put up the identification marks left in the autopsy room. Hartanti's husband's body is gone. The police are still keeping this a secret, but, I'm going to tell you guys, especially Frans. From the results of the autopsy, in addition to being slit to death on the neck, it turns out that in the body of the corpse was found a kind of strange liquid. Doctors cannot tell what the liquid is because the foreign fluid has not been tested in the laboratory. A terrible thing happens when a doctor is about to hand over to a lab officer. The doctor was suddenly found dead in the bathroom in pretty bad condition.”