Murder In The Old Castle
XIII. Wild Dogs
Karinaa! Karinaaa!”
Men were screaming all over the plantation. Unfortunately as strong as they shouted, there was no sound of anything retaliating. Their voices seemed to dissolve in the air. The vast estate that was slapping it felt empty, there was not a single human being there. Desperation began to seep in, radiating uncontrollably. They thought that it seemed like this quest was just a waste.
“It looks like we should go back!” said Cornellio who started panting. His face began to sweat. He gasped for too much screaming.
“I don't think Karina could be on this farm! We've been going around every corner, but there's no sign of him here,” Hans complained. He began to sit on the wet grass.
“Then where do you think? When did he walk into town? Before arriving in the city he was definitely dead of exhaustion!” michael said while wiping the sweat.
“Mmm, how about I just check by car? Even if he's in town, it's not too far away. Maybe he's resting by the side of the road. No other buildings around here,” Yoga offers itself.
They sat by the side of the path, covered in grass. The wind slowly stroked her hair. Their souls were more agitated because the search was fruitless, while the sun was rising. Signs of Karina's whereabouts are not visible.
Suddenly a dog's salak was heard not far from where they were sitting. From the sound of his voice, it seemed like two or three dogs were fighting over something.
“Pak Anggara keeps dogs?” ask Michael.
“No. But there is a herd of stray dogs living around the estate. They prey on whatever they encounter. Birds, rabbits, squirrels or anything,” replied Yoga.
“Their voices are so close!” aldo Riyanda said, sharpening his hearing.
The sound of dog salak was clearly heard, chime with the sound of birds chirping and the roar of the plantation wind.
“See!” Cornellio pointed to the side.
About fifty meters away, there was a large brown-haired dog standing with a menacing look towards them. The dog growled, as if disturbed by the presence of the writers. Two other dogs also appeared behind him. The dogs are creepy-faced, more like wolves. His large pair of ears were raised upwards.
“What is that in his mouth? It's like biting something?” ask Hans.
“Yes God! I saw something strange. The one in his mouth was like a human hand ..” Aldo Riyanda's voice was cut off.
The storm turned deathly filled with fear. If only he had seen the human body piece at the medical practice there might not have been a problem, but this ...? In the middle of this plantation, how could there be pieces of human hands?
“Yang is right? Don't joke!” hans Tepis. He closed his eyes to see what the stray dog had bitten.
“Yes, it looks like it is a human hand!” the word Yoga strengthens the word Aldo.
“Come we see!” Michael got up from his seat, stepped closer to the dog.
Unfortunately the dog even ran away, into the lush tea plant. Michael lost track. However, something disturbed his eyesight.
“Guys! Try you guys here!” his yell.
The other writers who were sitting immediately got up and approached Michael. Looks like something interesting.
Michael sat crouching, picking up the shiny object that was on the ground. He watched the thing closely, with an anxious face. His premonition said that something terrible had happened.
“Someone knows this thing?” Michael lifted the sparkling thing.
“A watch!” said Hans.
“Anyone knows whose watch this is?”
“I know it's a Karina watch. I saw him wearing it while chatting with me in the reading room,” Cornellio said.
“Why is it here?” ask Hans.
“That's what we'll find out!” answer Michael.
“What is it?” chirps Aldo Riyanda.
His gaze was fixed on something strange under the lushness of the tea plant. He saw things lying like women's shoes.
Back the fear enveloped. By remaining vigilant they checked the whereabouts of the woman's shoes. A shoe is short, but only the left.
“Karina Shoes. Where else is next?” hiss Michael.
“I felt something bad happen to him ..” muttered Aldo Riyanda.
The others were silent, not daring to argue. Horror still terrorized the ocean of hearts of the men. Their hearts beat faster. Especially when a terrifying sight suddenly caught the eye!
Not far from the invention of the shoe, they saw the figure of the young woman's body lying in a state of horror with blood splashing everywhere, her stomach was decomposed and her wrists were cut off!
***
“Please rest Miss Mariah!” Helen invites Mariah and Ammar to enter a pre-prepared room.
A guest room with a luxurious design, classic nuances. The scent of the rose instantly ambushed as the couple went inside.
“So where is Uncle Anggara? Why haven't I seen him since? And who were the women in the gazebo?” ask Mariah, before entering the room.
“Mr Anggara went out of town without leaving any messages Miss. While the women were guests of Mr. Anggara. They are the writers who were invited by Mr. Anggara. Unfortunately, at the same time Mr. Anggara suddenly went out of town because there was an important affair,” lies Helen.
“What's important, Helen? Uncle rarely goes out of town. If there's any sudden business, she'll call me,” look at Mariah.
“Sorry Miss I also do not understand. He quickly went out of town without leaving any messages. It's just, he told me to call you. That's why I called you right away, because there's no host in this house. Those guests, have not been able to go home by Mr. Anggara,” Helen said again.
Ammar Marutami who had listened to Helen's explanation only frowned while holding his lower lip. He looked into Helen's eyes, as if scraping at something hidden inside.
“Alright Helen. We'll get some rest soon. Call us at dinner tonight!” mariah's orders.
Helen nodded, then immediately moved from before them.
Mariah and Ammar Marutami enter a room that has a large window on its side. Mariah stood staring at the tea bed in the distance, her mind drifting somewhere.
“Helen has lied!” ammar Marutami said, throwing himself into bed. The long journey made him a little tired. He needs time to stretch his muscles.
“I feel that too, Ammar. From the beginning of entering this house I can feel a different aura than before. Like there was something bad that had happened,” answered Mariah while continuing to stare at the green expanse of tea gardens in the distance.
“My opinion is more realistic, Mariah. I saw Helen's gaze as if hiding something. There's something he's about to say, but maybe he's forcing us to solve a puzzle. There's no way he's sending us here just to host those guests. There must be something going on,” Ammar said.
“Try to get acquainted with the guests at dinner. Maybe someone can explain this peculiarity!”
“Dining time is still quite long. We can relax for a moment here while looking at that beautiful but mysterious tea garden. Every time I come here, I'm thrown into a scary horror story. Did you realize that this castle is very scary?” ammar said again.
“You're scared, Honey?” Mariah turned around, looking intently at her husband who was lying relaxed on the bed.
“There is no word of fear in the dictionary of my life! I've solved dozens of cases brilliantly. Serial killers, psychopaths, masked killers to satanic cults, I'm familiar with them all. Blood is a common sight for me,” grinned Ammar.
“Then let's relax, forget for a moment the story of the criminal or the murderer who is following you! I want to have some fun while waiting for dinner!”
Mariah sat next to her husband. His hands began to crawl through the body of the man beside him.
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