Doppelganger: Detective Frans' Adventure
Apologies
In retrospect, the case we have been working on so far raises many questions. Mr. B what kind of person, face and nature we can not guess. Entering this game I thought it was the same as putting up a life as a collision if it failed. I did not expect the work I had steadily taken to follow the mad monkey to bring it into such a deadly whirlpool.
Like a bird that was being hunted, you know, maybe we're the ones hunting Mr. B or the opposite. We seemed to enter the whirlpools that were twisting, cluttered by the wind that rumbled in the midst of the raging ocean. Really, my blood flow was turbulent imagining this complicated incident. Now Frans is lying in the hospital due to the events in the woods that night.
The left leg was hit by a bullet that came out of nowhere. We were lucky to get out of the forest safely. There was a bad thought that maybe the shot was not only once and there will be another attack that hit one of us. However, my fear did not happen, it really felt like I was very leleg. We are also grateful that Jason was there. Although he always had a fuss with Frans about who was better. The calamity that befell Frans this time made us slumped and a little lost hope. He had to rest for three months until his legs returned to normal. Why should three months—uh turned out to be quite serious injuries received Frans. Now at 07:18 AM local time, Frans started making a scene in the hospital room where he was lying down.
“You're kidding me, Jason? I've only been given six months to fight Mr. B!”
Frans had woken up from a drug-induced sleep. Jason's handling the bullet removal operation lodged in Frans' calf. A surgeon's license can indeed help, although initially the hospital does not allow him to practice without the approval of the hospital leadership. I think Jason was a little bit of a prank on Frans, he wasn't drugging half his body, but he was making Frans faint for real. Jason understood that Frans was drugged half body, Frans will certainly continue to repet like a cat wants to mate.
“Recover your condition first, now leave this case to me.” Jason is seen checking the infusion tube on Frans' left side.
“Your brain has been eaten by worms, huh? Mr. B challenge me, not you.”
Yulia, Agung, and Irfan just quietly listened to the debate of the person referred to as the detective. Maybe the three of them think that the two detectives are little children who are playing detectives like Upin and Ipin. I tried to calm Frans who could not accept his condition. So he stopped arguing. Jason's clearance out left us. Now we live—Tim D formed by reckless apes who are lying in bed.
Frans took a breath and closed his eyes for a moment. He stared at us—looking one by one. It seems like you want to convey something important. Highlight those eyes as if hinting at the enormous guilt.
“Remember, I'm sorry.” Chirps Frans.
I was shocked that Frans suddenly apologized. “Why do you apologize to me, Mister?”
“I told you, eliminate the formalities between us. You can call me Bro, Frans, or whatever you want. I'm sorry about our first meeting. Because I let you tell me about the case that happened to you in front of Irfan.”
“Alright, I'll call you like a close friend. It's not worth thinking about, I don't mind Irfan listening to it anyway. Precisely because he heard my story, we know that we have the same problem—that is the threat that comes through Mr.'s letter. B.”
“Iya, Mas. I'm also sorry for being reckless to sit in Mr. Frans' room and listen to your story,” Irfan said.
“Actually I already know you guys have the same problem. Because you came in such a hurry to convey a great threat. When you stepped into my room, your hands were both in my pockets, right? You hold the letter in your pocket.”
“Iya. How do you know such a small thing, man?” Agung put on a curious face— tried to get familiar by calling Frans using the term Bung which actually sounded stiff and funny in my ears.
“Do not doubt my eyes, even if it seems indifferent, actually I also always pay attention to every client who comes. Understandably, there is no woman I have noticed because I am single.”
“You forgot me, Frans?” I pulled his ear.
Frans was complaining of pain. Everyone laughed at what I was doing to Frans. Yulia stayed in the small chair beside the table where she placed the flower vase and dinner plate for the patient. He looked at me for a moment and lowered his head. I don't know what he's thinking.
“My time is three months away and..”.
Frans widened his eyes like he was looking at a demon. He seemed to realize something that might be important. All were shocked to see Frans' facial expression, as if he had a terminal illness.
“What's up, Frans?” my many.
“You remember the letter that was delivered by a mysterious person when we came from Hartanti's house? Go into the woods west of town, at night at 22:00 and you should be on time. I'll start the real game, if you've failed at this stage. Everything I will finish mercilessly.”
“Yes, we remember it. Why?”
“I have failed because I was shot, your life is now threatened. Mr. B will take your lives mercilessly.”
“Yes! I'll take it all out without you exception, Frans.”
Suddenly a voice came from behind the door. We were shocked half to death for thinking it was Mr. B. Apparently Jason, he went in while throwing a paper.
“It was from Mr. B I just received. Just now there was a suspicious person at the door and put down the letter.”
Frans received the letter and read it. “Mr. B apologise.”
“What does it mean?” ask Great.
“He wrote that he was sorry about the incident on the riverbank. The one who shot me was a guy named Pipin. He's charging of his own accord, not at the behest of Mr. B. At present Mr. B will not kill anyone first, because he is enjoying the time he agreed to before. I'm lying on this rotten bed. Ah, I must continue this investigation.”
Frans' face turned irritated. We can breathe a sigh of relief because there is no threat for now. However, Frans was very angry because he felt underestimated by Mr. B and his men.
“I've got information related to the strange liquid found on Hartanti's husband's corpse. The liquid is not a body fluid, but rather from a chemical that I myself have never encountered,” Jason suddenly serious.
“What water is it?” my many.
“LFZ, maybe it's a very original naming to mark the liquid. There is no such strange chemical. Bad things might happen. After testing the remaining liquid on a chicken. The chicken died in an instant. However, the testers were shocked, the chicken that was still left inside the tester glass for four hours, rose again from its death.”