Murder In The Old Castle
218. News TV
It's early morning. The rain did not fall, so the weather became sultry. Reno and the other policemen had walked through the cottage, the garden, even into the forest. Unfortunately, they lost track. The killer figure managed to escape from the pursuit of Reno and friends.
Tiredness covered the police's faces. Anita's body was evacuated to the hospital by ambulance. The media crew was waiting for the ambulance to arrive in front of the entrance to the plantation. They wondered who was in the ambulance. The police chose to keep quiet about what happened. No one is willing to be questioned.
Media crews repeatedly took pictures of the ambulance, even if only briefly. The ambulance was headed straight for the hospital, while the media also soon followed. Gilda and Wandi also did not stay silent to see that. Gilda is very ambitious to get information about who is actually in the ambulance.
“Quick Wan! We're going to the hospital now!” said Gilda.
Until the morning, when the sun began to appear in the eastern horizon, the atmosphere of the city was horrendous with news that was still confusing. Several television broadcasts aired the news of the murder, but until now they have not announced the identity of the killer is secret. The plan, the police will give an official statement before the media at one noon.
Although the media did not convey the clear identity of who was killed, they had suspected that the one killed in the durian garden was a young artist with the initials AW. This is because at the same time, there were reports that the artist disappeared after a dinner hosted by Govind Punjabi.
The news quickly spread throughout the city, as well as among celebrities. They wondered who the murdered man was. In the film studio building itself seems a little quiet, because this morning plans to be held Daniel Prawira funeral. They will attend the funeral procession of the famous director.
“Who the hell got killed?” in the end Thunder opened his voice, after sipping tea on his desk.
“Say media artist initialed AW. Is that Anita Wijaya? Last night we met at dinner. I called him on his phone, but the number was not active. The time of the victim Anita Wijaya?” answer Riky.
“If it's true that Anita is the victim, wow it would be very terrible not to mention the case of Daniel Prawira, new victims appear again. There will be new victims .... “
Widya also chatted with Riky and Guntur. They sat around a table in the corner of the studio room.
“Wah, serial killer dong!” thunder said.
“It looks like that. So serem yes if we are hunted by someone who wants to kill us. Hopefully not me. I'm a nobody. Just a regular makeup artist,” Widya said.
“Let's play a guess! Who gets killed next?” said Riky.
“I want Renita Martin. He is very spicy when talking and pretentious very. But don't Mas Faishal Hadibrata doong!” widya said with a smile.
“Hmm, that's terrible anyway. Who killed them? Is one of us?” thunder asked suspiciously, while looking at the looks of Riky and Widya alternately.
“Can yes no! Let's get ready for Mr. Daniel's funeral. At least we should pay our last respects to him!” take Riky to his friends.
They immediately agreed to Riky's invitation. Each disbanded and immediately prepared to attend the funeral of the famous director. They plan to ride in one car, with Riky as the driver.
The funeral itself is planned to start at nine, and only attended by limited circles in the entertainment world and close family. They wore black clothes to attend Daniel Prawira's funeral.
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In the TV news has been broadcast news about the killing of a young artist initialed AW. Laura listened to the news carefully. He did not dare to conclude anything. He had a glass of juice clasped in his hand while staring intently at the television.
He almost jumped when the front door was suddenly knocked. Laura looked towards the wall clock that was still pointing at eight. Who knocked on the door this early? Laura turned off the television, then moved forward to see who was coming.
From behind a mosquito net he saw a car across the street. While at the door a man in his 40s knocked on the door. Laura sighed. He didn't want to open the door, but how did he avoid it?
“Bang Hen ... “ said Laura while opening the door.
Henry Tobing was already standing at Laura's doorstep with a huffed face. His quarrel with Rianti last night made him lazy to go home. Last night he spent time at a nightclub drinking liquor. The smell of alcohol still smelled in his mouth. This time, he deliberately went to Laura's house to just ease her messed up thoughts.
“Can I log in?” ask Henry.
“Not allowed, Bang. But it would be a big deal if my wife found out. My brother's wife's view to me has been very bad, and I don't want to worsen anymore. Sorry, but I can not put Brother into the house,” said Laura firmly.
“Oke .. okay, I understand. I'll just go! Fuck*all of you!” henry said in a annoyed tone.
Laura actually felt bad saying that sentence. He suspected that Henry was having problems, so his mind was not calm. He felt a little sorry for her. Henry steps off the porch of Laura's house, but suddenly Laura calls out.
“Bang!”
“What's up, Laura? You don't want any trouble, do you? I better just go!” said Henry.
“Abang no problem?” ask Laura.
“My problem is a lot, Laura! Much!” henry half yelled.
For a moment, Laura was at a loss for what to do. It was unlikely that he would have to put a man into his home, let alone that he lived alone. However, on the other hand he felt sorry to see Henry's messy condition. In the end, he gestured for the man in his forties to enter his house.
“Come, Bang! We're talking inside. Maybe a cup of coffee can dampen emotions,” said Laura softly.
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