DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 124: SOMETHING IS WEIRD

    Looking back at what was in Pak Pieter's villa, after the death of three teenagers.

    From RSUD, Mr. Pieter was riding in a white sedan with his driver. In front of the car driven by driver Pak Pieter, drove quite fast police car. I sound the siren. The sign of the car must be given a road. The cops will show you the evidence inside Mr. Pieter's villa. Of course as proof that death was overdosing.

    After arriving at the villa yard, Mr. Pieter got down from the car, immediately staring at Feroza's car in the garage of the villa. Not his son's. The police also stopped the car first. The two policemen headed straight for the terrace of the villa.

    On the terrace of the villa there were already two officers from the police. Of course these officers collect evidence as a complement to their reports.

    "Good morning, Ndan ..." The police officer who was already in the villa immediately saluted, then greeted the new police, who must have been of a higher rank.

    "This is not my son's car .." Mr. Pieter told the police.

    "Later we'll do an investigation, sir .... Let's go in. There's a lot of evidence that you have to look at" said the police officer wearing thugs, even your hair was a bit shabby and shabby.

    Four police officers accompanied the owner of the villa, to witness the inner room that was the focus of the investigation.

    "This, Mr .... The evidence has not been touched" the police commander called to Mr Pieter, the owner of the villa.

    "Yesampun ......... " Pieter immediately shook his head, surely astonished by what he saw.

    Of course Mr. Pieter was shocked when he watched the family room scattered. At the table there are still bottles of liquor. Pretty much. And the type also varies. The glasses are also on the roll at that table. There is also a plastic oven. The pea skin was also scattered.

    On the floor is more severe condition, because the scattered peanut skin and bottles of liquor are not careless. There was even a glass on the floor. The pungent smell was still very nose-piercing.

    "Look at that one, sir .... The small plastic package on the table included illegal drugs. The plastic is already open, meaning something is being dikansumsi. That adds weight to the fly, sir ..." said the police officer, who showed the pill in small plastic.

    "Oh my goodness ......" Mr. Pieter shook his head, regretting what his son had done.

    "This much drinking, for three children is too much, sir .... Moreover, plus baby king (the name of the type of pill koplo) ....That's why I believe they're overdosing" the police said again.

    "Come, Sir .... The place of his death in the room ..." One of the police took the owner of the villa to the room.

    Mr. Pieter followed two policemen who had already stepped into the room. Go to the room where death occurred.

    "Here, Sir .... This is the first body .... It's on this floor. The two are in bed. This mattress condition is still as before. There has been no change" said the police officer, who pointed out the places where the bodies were lying.

    "Oh my goodness ......." Mr. Pieter shakes his head again.

    "These are their clothes .... Still intact, no one has touched" said the police who earlier showed the position where the body was.

    The police showed scattered clothes. Some were lying on the mattress, some were scattered on the chair, some were scattered on the floor. Shirts, shirts, trousers, also inside manger. Everything's strewn. It must make Mr. Pieter's head more dizzy to imagine the incident.

    "Why are their clothes on all removable?" ask Mr. Pieter who is certainly very hit with the incident.

    "We found the bodies of the three children naked, naked. But after we investigated, there were no signs of deviant behavior activity or other intercourse. We found no signs of a relationship. There is no evidence of any fluid or mucus. Everything clean. It means they don't have a foya-foya party with women" the police on duty explained.

    Mr. Pieter who witnessed the state of the room was increasingly concerned. Ngenas thought about the actions of his son, which would have fried his family. And it's certainly embarrassing. Surely later the newspapers will spread the news, and of course the colleagues and the public will read the very embarrassing news. Destroyed Mr. Pieter's heart and feelings.

    "How about, Mr. Pieter ...? Will the case be closed?" ask the police commander.

    "It's better to just close. I can accept the reality. And please permit me, I must return home immediately to take care of everything" Mr. Pieter said limp and heavy.

    "Well, Mr. Pieter .... Please sign the dossier, we will close the case at the request of the family" said the police commander, who carried the dossier, for the family to sign.

    After signing the dossier, Mr. Pieter certainly wants his villa cleared.

    "Can this room be cleaned?" ask Mr. Pieter to the police officer.

    "Because the family has stated that the case has been terminated, we fully hand over the villa to the owner. At a later date, you can no longer make claims. And hopefully there's no problem. Please if it must be cleaned immediately" said the officer from the police.

    "Sir Jan ......!!" Mr. Pieter shouted to the man who was hired.

    "Excite, Sir ...." Mr. Jan who was already outside the villa went straight in.

    Outside the villa there are already many residents who want to watch, surely they want to know. One of the first time there, not yet home. Although they cannot enter the villa, at least the ribbed shoes and possible stories, must be their talk.

    "Sir Jan .... Please clean this villa." said Mr. Pieter, who told the man who was hired to take care of the villa.

    "Excite, Sir .... Ready." replied Mr. Jan while bowing his body.

    "Sir Jan .... Later if we need additional information, I go to Mr. Jan, yes ..." said the police who also ordered to Mr. Jan, who is considered the person in charge of the villa.

    "Yes, Sir .... Ready." said Mr. Jan again.

    The two policemen, who were together from RSUD, got into his service car. Get out of the villa courtyard, and go straight down towards Bandungan. While one more policeman, carrying Feroza's car parked in the garage of the villa, will definitely be taken to the police station, for safekeeping. While the other police turned on the motorbike, riding alone.

    Mr. Pieter again ordered to Mr. Jan, who of course was also a bit angry, because of the lack of his son who brought his friends drunk in his villa.

    Surely Mr. Jan who was scolded could only answer "Excite" while bowing his body. However, Mr. Jan is guilty. Especially until someone comes and enters the villa without Mr. Jan's knowledge. Though the villa was poured into him to keep and clean it.

    Mr. Pieter headed straight for the white sedan. Ask the driver to turn the car. Then take her home. Surely Mr. Pieter wants to go home soon, because he has to take care of his preparations at the funeral home. Then the white sedan driver immediately drove his car. Out of the courtyard of the villa without sound so smooth that the car, and immediately bablas to Semarang.

    Mr. Jan took off from his employer, from the gate, until the white sedan was gone, not seen again.

    "How about, Mr Jan?"

    "Yes, Mr. Jan .... How's it?"

    "What case?"

    "Is there murder?"

    "Who's the suspect?"

    "Whose killer?"

    Of course after the police and the owner of the villa left, the residents who had been on the look of the fence, immediately swarmed Mr. Jan, asked questions with various questions, wanting to know the real incident.

    "Over disis ...!" replied Mr. Jan firmly.

    "Oooo ..." The villagers immediately understood.

    "Do you get drunk, to?"

    "Cah enom-enom ya ngono kuwi .... Happy drinking ...."

    "Lha if you already njedet that ..., hayo bablas sak nyawane ...."

    The citizens were also directly joking about. I blame people who like to drink. Then one by one go home from the location of the villa.

    Mr. Jan, accompanied only by his wife and children, immediately cleaned the villa. Especially cleaning the family room that is scattered waste pea skin and plastic and bottles of used drinks. The drink was brought by police.

    His son also helped to sweep the floor. The plan will be cleanly dipel, by way of a broomstick.

    "Sir ..., cleaning his room the same Pak-e, yes .... I was afraid ..." said his wife who certainly stood up feathers I was sitting on when he wanted to go into the room, where the death of three teenagers.

    "Yes, just go along ..." replied Mr. Jan who went straight to the room, accompanied his wife.

    The scattered clothes were immediately taken one by one, put in a sack. Starting from pants, t-shirts and other clothes. The ones that are scattered on the floor or on the bed. His wife who found the clothes, certainly a bit sad, because the clothes belonged to the children who died there.

    "Sir .., this is strange yes, sir .." asked his wife.

    "What's up, Mbok ...?" ask Mr. Jan who immediately approached his wife who was still taking clothes.

    "This is you know, sir .... These are women's pants .... This is not an issue *****woman's property ..." said his wife while showing the woman's clothes.

    "Lhoh ..., what ...??!!" of course, Mr. Jan also thinks that no-no. But because the case has been closed by Mr. Pieter, he said it does not need to be reported anymore. " Already, Mbok .., just put it in the bagor. We don't need to take it up .... Later even deal with the police .... Weight, Mbok-ne ...!" said Mr. Jan who did not want to deal.

    "Yes, Mr-ne .... But I think there is something strange ..." said his wife.

    "Easy .... We don't know the problem. It's police business. The important thing is that we clean it up." said Mr. Jan to his wife, who of course he was more afraid, because the sunah was once yelled at by the police, if anything he could be a suspect and jailed. That's what scared Mr. Jan.

    Indeed, if you see a woman's clothes, it means that there was actually a woman in the room last night.  Who and where the woman is. Why did three teenage boys die, while the women did not exist?  Were the three men killed by the woman? But why if only one woman, three men lose. It doesn't make sense.

    "Sir ..., actually how many villa guests were there last night? How's the glass five?" ask her daughter who helped wash the glasses in the kitchen.

    "Three people, Nduk .... All dead ..." replied his father.

    "Three people don't wear glasses five ... dirty glasses." said his son who helped clean up, but surely his mouth was funny because of annoyance.

    "Patience, Nduk .... It's all for you too .... Pak-e's payment is also for you .." said his father told his son.

    "Yes, Sir .... But it's weird, that's it ..." said his son.

    Yes, indeed his wife had discovered the strangeness. His son also found a strange. Even his son, despite still attending Junior High School, could observe strange evidence. The boy also found an oddity in the garage, there was a motor wheel mark, which left a trail of dirt mud left behind. But finally, the strangeness is only a secret of Mr. Jan's family. Of course because they don't want to deal with legal issues. What matters is that the villa is clean again. Mr. Jan had locked the doors, like they had locked the secret of the strangeness they found.