DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 120: DISCOVERY OF THE CORPSE IN THE VILLA

    Sunday morning, Mr. Jan went to the fields on the mountain slope, to take elephant grass as cow food. But because it passed in the villa that he guarded, then he stopped by to look. Want it later after taking the grass from the field. But as soon as he crossed the street in front of the villa, he saw the garage door open, there was a car parked there, then Mr. Jan immediately turned. Look at that villa. Who's staying at the villa? He wants to know. Because the villa is his responsibility. Mr. Jan was supplied by his owner to guard and clean it.

    "Excuse me ...! Excuse me ...!" said Mr. Jan trying to say hello, so that those in the villa heard his screams.

    Pal Jan - look. He even got into the garage, saw the car parked there. He had never seen the car, must have been a bit confused, who was staying? Why not tell me first?

    "Excuse me ...! Excuse me ...!" Jan was screaming again.

    But the atmosphere of the villa was quiet. No one greeted Mr. Jan. Then Mr. Jan tried to peek inside the villa through the window slit. There is no one lonely. There were only a few bottles and glasses on the table, as well as peanut shells strewn across the floor. The middle room light is also still on, looking bright. There must be someone staying inside. Maybe last night stayed up late. This morning I did not wake up.

    "Ah, let it be. At most the people were still sleeping ..." so muttered Pak Jan, who kept leaving the villa, to continue his original purpose, taking the cow feed grass on the upper hill.

    Because it is assumed that the occupants of the villa are still sleeping, of course, Mr. Jan as a person who is only in charge of cleaning, then do not dare to disturb the owner. It's still too early. Let those people be satisfied with their sleep. To go to the field first, to carve the grass, let the cow not complain of hunger. Later, if you have finished taking care of the cow, just returned to clean the villa. As usual, a little.

    And after the matter of taking the grass is finished, after feeding the cows is done, then Mr. Jan back up to the villa he guarded. Mr. Jan's house is far below the villa. The villa is at the highest place. It's a good distance from Mr. Jan's house.

    Leisurely walking, Mr. Jan entered the courtyard of the villa. No hurry, while hoping that the people sleeping in the villa were already on their way up. If not the father who sleeps there, at most his children with his friends. It's mundane. Mr. Jan always knew that his son often came to the villa. Even if you bring a woman. Well, the name alone is also a rich person, such a lifestyle is already considered ordinary. Jan is not surprised anymore.

    "Excuse me ...! Excuse me ...!" Mr. Jan again said hello, giving a sign of his presence to the owner of the house.

    But again, no one answered. The atmosphere is still quiet. Slowly Mr. Jan's hand tried to open the front door. It turns out that the door was not locked. Mr. Jan entered slowly, as his eyes looked around. Who knows if someone has woken up.

    "Waduh ..., jeez ..." muttered Mr. Jan who watched the family room was dirty scattered. A few bottles were on the floor. Yeah, liquor bottles. Although he never drank, but Mr. Jan knew the bottles. Peanut skin was also scattered on the floor. Especially on the guest table, a few glasses are bubbling, the bottles are also scattered. There was even something spilled on the table. It smells so bad for nose-piercing. It smells like rotten tape. Yeah, a splattered alcoholic drink.

    "Waduh .., will be a lot of this work later to clean the villa .... Can mop two three times this .... This must be Den Cung Kek's job .... Spruce ...!" fron Mr. Jan again.

    "Den ..., Den Cung Kek ...." Mr. Jan tried to call. But it was empty because there was no answer.

    Mr. Jan, who had been observing the room, immediately stepped into the room with the light on and the door open. He tried to look at the room. There are people who are not, or still in sleep. And when Mr. Jan arrived in front of the open room, how shocked he was.

    "Waduh ...!! What is this ...?!!"

    Mr. Jan's eyes widened, watching in the room there were teenagers who were lying naked. Two people were lying on the floor, and one person was lying on the bed.

    "Don't .... Waduh ...??!! Loeongng ...!!! Loeongng ...!!!" mr. Jan's mind is fucked. Mr. Jan ran out screaming for help.

    "What's wrong, Mr. Jan ...?!" ask the neighbor who happened to be working on farmland in front of the villa guarded by Mr. Jan.

    "Annu .... Eee .... Anu ...." Mr. Jan suddenly stuttered, confused to say the words.

    "Anu what ...?!!" snarl up his neighbor.

    "There's anu .... Anu ...." Mr. Jan is still stuttering.

    Then the neighbor approached Jan. Then hold both shoulders Mr. Jan. Just help Jan talk.

    "Speak slowly, Mr. Jan .... There is ...." said the neighbor.

    "People died ...! In the villa room someone died ...!" said Mr. Jan who was immediately frightened.

    "Huh ...?!! People died ...??!! Loeongng ....!!! Someone has died ...!!!" the man was immediately shocked to hear Mr. Jan's words. So out of fear, he also cried out for his neighbors to hear and help.

    Right as expected. Some people who happened to hear immediately ran towards the villa guarded by Mr. Jan. Especially the people who were in the fields close to the villa. Understandably, the sun is already sepa, people have been active in the fields to take care of crops and crops of agricultural products. His community is a vegetable farmer.

    "What's up ...?!"

    "Why ...?!"

    "How ...?!"

    "Annu .... There anu .... Someone has died .... Anu .., inside the villa room ..." said Mr. Jan of course with a frightened face.

    "Haaahh ...??!!" the people who heard it instantly stupefied, dumbstruck.

    "Where ...?" ask one of his neighbors.

    "In the room .... There are three people ..." replied Mr. Jan.

    "Haaahhhh ...??!!!!" those who heard it were more surprised.

    "Let's see ...!" bring one who comes there.

    "Eit ..., no .... This must be murder ...!! Better to report to the police alone." Others prevented the call.

    "Why ...?" ask the person who brought in.

    "Later if it turns out to be murder, we could be suspects .... We can be punished ...! Let the police see first." obviously that forbids.

    "O, yes .... Then report the police ..." said another.

    "Who's reporting?" ask another one.

    "Sir Jan .... He's the one guarding this villa, and the one who already knows someone's dead. There's a motorbike that brought Mr. Jan to the police" said a person who was rather experienced.

    "Read ...! Come on, Mr. Jan ...!" his neighbor who brought the motor directly turned on his motorbike, shook Mr. Jan to the Bandungan Police Department office. Not far.

    The villagers also understand that. Can accept the ban not to approach the villa. Afraid imprisoned. So they filled the street in front of the villa. Of course while chatting, wondering the case that occurred, speculating the possibilities of the problem, even guessing who died. Of course they were very curious about the three people who died together in the room. It must have been a sadistic murder. And of course the dead had severe injuries, either hacked, stabbed in the stomach, or even shot in the head. At least there must have been a sadistic killer who had entered the villa.

    "Uuuiiiiiiingnggnng ..........! Uuuiiiiiiingngnng ..........!" police ambulance sirens buzzed, passing on the road from the intersection of Bandungan Market, uphill to the north.

    Behind him there is another police car, in the form of a pick up car with the back there are seats opposite each other facing the side of the car. There were three policemen sitting in the back, and one commoner, Mr. Jan.

    "Awas out of the way ...!! Watch out stay out ...!!" shouted one of the residents who joined in the street in front of the villa, telling people to move out of the road, because it will be used through ambulances and police cars.

    The citizens who crowded the road immediately pulled over. Someone entered the vegetable field. Must have ruined the crops that were in that field. But the one who has resigned is not angry. Understandably being in a place that happens to be in a hurry. It is like a war victim.

    All eyes were on the ambulance coming. Later the bodies of murder victims in the villa, will be transported using a dark brown ambulance car.

    "Uuuiiiiiiingnggnng ..........!" the sirens went off again, then went out. The ambulance turned around. The back is inside, while the front is facing the road. Of course to make it easier when you go home later.

    The police car stopped in the street, in front of the villa. A place crowded by people watching. The driver turned off the engine, opened the door and got off. Then the police in the back seat jumped down. So too did Mr. Jan who came down, but slowly because of the difficulty to get out of the tub of the police car.

    "Where, Mr ...?" ask the police officer.

    "Inside, Sir .... It's in the room ..." replied Mr. Jan while pointing out the direction of his room.

    "Other please don't come any closer. It could be dangerous ...!" shouted one of the police officers who forbade residents from approaching. Even Jan can't come in.

    "Yes, Mr .......!!" the people watching shouted in response.

    The people watching it instantly switched places. They watched from the north and south sides, so they could see when the bodies were carried into ambulances.

    There was a photographer who came there. The photographer is from the police. Will definitely make photos for the incident report. It must have been photos of the bodies in their original positions. Bodies in the room. Including photographing his condition.

    It even seems that there are journalists who take pictures many times. The reporter photographed the villa from all directions. The reporter also came closer and photographed into the room, but only briefly, after which it came out again. The journalist interviewed one of the residents. But the people interviewed directly said that the one who knew was Mr. Jan. The reporter went to look for Mr. Jan. But not yet talk, Mr. Jan has been called by the police.

    "Sir Jan ...!!" the police called Mr. Jan.

    Mr. Jan immediately rushed to the police who called him from the terrace of the villa.

    "Yes, Sir .... Me ..., what's up?" ask Mr. Jan who has faced the police who called him.

    The police brought in Jan. Surely Mr. Jan will be asked various kinds of related events in the villa. The reporter was stalking from behind, naturally wanting to know a lot of what was being talked about. This incident is news material that will definitely make the newspaper very popular.

    "Sir Jan didn't know last night what was going on here?" ask the cop.

    "No idea, sir .... My house is a little far from here. This .., this kid Den Cung Kek, that's the kid who owns this villa, sir .... They brought their own keys. So you can enter at any time." replied Mr. Jan who was certainly frightened.

    "Lha, who are these two, Mr. Jan know?" ask the police again.

    "I don't know .... Surely they are friends Den Cung Kek, sir .." replied Mr. Jan again.

    "Sir Jan has a phone number or the address of the family home that owns this villa?" ask the police again.

    "Have, Sir .... For a moment, my business card was placed in the sideboard closet, Mr. ..." said Mr. Jan who immediately stepped into the sideboard cabinet, opening the top glass, the top glass, take the business card that is there. "Here, sir" said Mr. Jan, handing over a business card to the policeman.

    The police received a business card, then read the inscription on the business card.

    "What happened, sir ...?" ask Mr. Jan who is very curious. Because later, he will definitely be the target of anger of his employer who owns the villa.

    "Temporary guess ..., over dosage .... Look at that, a lot of drinks and drugs are lying on the table, even scattered on the floor" said the police.

    Police photographers are still photographing the messy living room. Of course as a temporary guess, if the teenagers lying around are consuming liquor and drugs.

    "Please transport the body ..." order the police who may be the commander.

    His men immediately lifted the body with a transport board from an ambulance. Three bodies were immediately loaded into an ambulance. Will be taken to the hospital for a visa.

    "Sir Jan .... For a while this villa we sealed. We give you a line, please lest anyone enter across the yellow band. The victim's family, the police contacted. Mr. Jan don't call your employer. We'll call. And .., at any time we need help, Mr. Jan should be ready for us to call" the police commander said.

    "Please, Mr. .." replied Mr. Jan who was still frightened.

    Outside the villa, the community is getting crowded. Watching the bodies carried from inside the villa, put into an ambulance. Of course they are very curious.

    The reporter was busy photographing the police carrying the body and entering the ambulance. The reporter suddenly ran. Chasing the police who will get into the service car.

    "I'm sorry, Commander ..., please explain the case of this death, Mr. ..." asked the reporter who intercepted the police who were preparing to return home.

    "Temporary guess, over disis. Ordinary teenagers now .... Already, yes .... Wait for the official information later after finishing the doctor's examination." replied the police officer who immediately entered the service car.

    "Uuuiiiiiiingnggnng ..........! Uuuiiiiiiingngnng ..........!" the ambulance siren belonging to the police again buzzed. The car engine is turned on. Signs will come out of the villa yard, to send the body to the hospital.

    Residents of the community who originally closed on the front road of the villa, back pulled over. Make way for the ambulance. And all eyes, looking at the departure of ambulances carrying bodies from the villa that had shocked the citizens.

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    Afternoon newspaper published in Central Java, immediately invaded by residents. The shocking news for the people of Central Java, and especially the people of Semarang, even more special for the citizens of Bandungan, is the death of three naked teenagers without clothes, in the villa room in Bandungan.