Murder In The Old Castle
129. Resistance
Braak!
The door of the room was open. The black-clothed figure entered while carrying a package of food and a bottle of mineral water. His eyes looked at Nayya who was still sitting on a chair with an anxious face. He saw the rice package lying down since morning, untouched. Apparently Nayya chose not to eat her food. Only the mineral water in the bottle is visibly reduced.
“You didn't eat?” ask that figure.
Nayya. He just shakes weakly. Her lips look pale. His eyes stared blankly at the figure who was locking the door back.
“I don't want you to starve to death. Don't torture yourself like that. There is no good food here like at your house, but you have to eat,” said the figure.
He held out the food wrapper, but Nayya just shook her head.
“Why don't you kill me all?”
“Not yet, Honey. Don't worry, it'll be time to catch up with Jenny and Alma. Don't rush. My guess turned out to be true, so far no one has cared about your loss. Just your parents. Your pals? They're jerks!”
Nayya didn't want to say anything. He just looked at the figure with an annoyed look.
“Now eat!”
Nayya remained silent, unconcerned by the order. The figure looked angry, immediately he opened the food in the package, then he bribed forcibly into Nayya's mouth using his hands. As a result, rice splattered everywhere.
“Eat! I said eat!”
Nayya was getting scared. He had absolutely no interest in filling his stomach that afternoon. However, that figure looked violent. He began to graze the rice in the package with a heavy heart, then put it into the mouth slowly.
“Smart girl!” grin that figure.
He looked out the window. That afternoon, the alley in front of the house was not as crowded as usual, because of the bright sunlight. Many people choose to stay at home.
“Really hot this afternoon isn't it?” ask the black-clothed figure while continuing to observe the activities out there.
There's no answer. The mood became quiet. The figure turned the body. How surprised when he saw Nayya was no longer sitting on a wooden chair.
"Where are you, Nayya?"
He stepped cautiously into the room. There's only the kitchen and the bathroom. He was sure that Nayya was hiding in one of those rooms.
“Don't mess with me. Come outside! There is no hiding place in this room. Get out the bad girl!” said the figure while continuing to walk cautiously.
He headed towards the kitchen that looked messy. It was a little dark in that place because there were no windows, so the sunlight could not get inside.
Duuk!
“Aaargh!”
The figure felt a tremendous pain in the head. He felt a hard object in his head. A glass bottle of liquor landed on his head. He staggered, his eyes twitching as if losing consciousness. In a not so clear view, he saw Nayya still carrying the glass bottle.
He wanted to ambush the girl, but Nayya hurriedly took a thousand steps into the front room. He moved quickly towards the door. Fortunately, the key was still hanging, so that he could freely get out of the slum!
***
“I don't have any new news yet, Gilda. Don't push me to divulge more secrets. I don't feel good about Reno. You just ask for the same Fani,” said Dimas.
“Fani now shut up! He did not want to tell the police any more. You realize how difficult it is to find news. I don't want to broadcast junk news. Come, Dim! We were ever close. Tell me who the suspect is in this case!” insist Gilda.
“I told you, I can't Gilda! This concerns my career and reputation in the police force. If they find out I'm leaking secrets to you, then my career will be over. You want to see me like that?” ask Dimas.
Gilda was silent while snorting. He did not want to blame his ex-girlfriend. The demands of a career in the world of broadcasting make him sometimes feel depressed. The city does not always provide hot and actual news. He had to travel all over the city to hunt for news. His perfectionist nature, always wants actual news, not figment news.
“You really want an actual news?” ask Dimas again.
“Actually yes! But I don't think I'll get any news today. What happened to this city exactly? Are you cursed or what? The longer the quieter. As if there was no life! ”
“I heard there was a luxury car show at the city hall. Why don't you try lipstick? Isn't that real life?"
“What are you crazy about, Dimas! My specifics are just criminal news, and you're asking me to cover the car show? I'm so offended, Dimas! You're making fun of me?” Gilda started to growl.
“Sorry, Gilda! I don't mean to ...”
“Ah stop! I better go and find my own news. There is no point in expecting someone like you!”
The young lady looked riled up, while leaving Dimas. The policeman breathed. From inside his pocket, he took out a luxurious watch that cost probably tens of millions. He looked carefully at the watch. His eyes caught two letters inscribed on the back.
“A and G letters? Is this some kind of initials of the owner of this watch?”
Dimas began to ask in his heart. He thought the letter G might represent Gerry's name. The letter A? It could be Alma or anyone, or even any other name. Dimas could not guess further. He put the watch back in his pocket. The murder riddle is still dark. The suspect could be anyone.
Suddenly his phone shook, a call came in from Reno.
“You where is Dim?” ask Reno.
“Me again at Cafe Ursula, wait for lunch and calm the mind. What's up, Ren?” ask Dimas.
“Try you see the TV broadcast. It looks like all channels have broadcast about Nayya's disappearance, even though the police have not issued an official statement. There is even one TV channel that tracks the trail of Nayya's disappearance with their own speculations.”
“They can speculate anything, but we have to go faster, Ren.”
“The reporters looked like detectives, asking anyone who might be a witness. There was a witness who did not want to be named, saw a white car with suspicious passengers heading to Kampung Hitam. Whether the news is true or not.”
“Black Village? That's the village of criminals. Many thieves and drug kingpins live there. But I think it also makes sense that the perpetrator of the murder chose Kampung Hitam as a hiding place. Automatically the place is sheltered and out of range. Looks like we should comb the place as well.”
“The chances are small, Dim. There are thousands of white sedan cars in the city. Relying on eyewitnesses that are not clear, can be wrong, and waste our time. Though the perpetrator of the murder continues to move, and does not even rule out the possibility of targeting new victims.”
“So what should we do?”
“I have plans to invite the students who come to the new year party simultaneously, to see their reaction. I wonder if it was one of them or not, or someone else. We will invite them in the Guesthouse of the police, we just chat without pressure, and let them reveal their identities without coercion. What say?” ask Reno.
“Ide interesting, Ren. I'm sure, if the killer was among them, it would slow down a bit. We just send an invitation, and see what happens!”
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