Murder In The Old Castle
XXVII. The Darkness's
Darkness enveloped the reading room. So thick, that Maira could not see her own palm. Still remembered the sentences he read in the novel by Michael made him breath hunting. His heart suddenly beat outside of normal. The first thing on his mind right now was to look for survivors.
Maira's mouth is known to be spicy, but after all he is a normal human who has the hormone adrenaline. Now he felt his adrenaline rush over, creating a trembling sensation as if his entire joint was stripped away. In his brain, it is still depicted how sadistic the description of the fourth murder was when the victim was snared by the neck with a wire until he died. Maira didn't want to die that way.
Slowly he fumbles on the bookshelf, looking for shelter. He felt like someone else was in the same room as him. So slowly he shuffled, so as not to make a sound. Before long, he waited for what happened. He heard someone close the door to the reading room.
Krieeet!
The atmosphere is very stressful. Maira held her breath, while covering her mouth tightly. The sound of footsteps regularly began to approach. Maira sat crouched under the bookshelf hoping for a miracle to happen. Suddenly imagined in his mind the face of Karina and Yoga continued to connect, as if haunting.
“I don't want to die like them. No!” mumbled wailing.
Suddenly, in the pitch blackness he saw a shadow approaching. His breathing stopped for a moment. Maira crawled away with a slide towards the other side of the shelf. It was like hunting him in the dark. His brain was at a dead end, all he wanted was one. He had to get out of the room alive.
He ventured to his feet, peering out of the cracks of books arranged on the shelves. Unfortunately not very clearly visible. The words he throws in the heart. In his hands there was nothing that could be used to survive. So his choice was only one, he had to run away.
Slowly he went back down the shelf, towards another hideout. In the reading room there are several reading tables. Maybe it's safer there because it's easier to move. Across the reading table is an exit. Who knew he could run out that door. To be more flexible, remove the shoes used. Now barefoot, tiptoe slowly towards the reading table.
Just taking a few steps forward, suddenly the light flashed! Either he should be happy or how, no matter. It was unexpected that a black-robed figure had stood before him. How far is not. In the hands of the figure was clasped a thread of copper wires. Sure enough, the killer will finish off the next victim with a cable he carries!
Not thinking much longer, Maira turned around with all her might. Unfortunately, that figure did not remain silent. His movements were so fast hunting Maira's steps. In his panic, Maira simply used the bookshelves as a defensive fortress. Unfortunately, Maira's move was lost quickly. He felt his fingers gripping his shoulders violently. His body was pulled back!
Know-how, he felt a hard object strangle his neck. Feels painful. As powerful as Maira tried to release something that snared the neck. Check stronger until he has trouble breathing. While his left hand was holding his neck, Maira's right hand was floating the shoes he had brought to the face of the mysterious figure.
Duk!
Maira's shoes hit the face of the black-robed figure. Chew on the neck loosening. It's not wasted Maira. He flipped his body, kicking the belly of the black-robed figure until he lined up backwards. Resisting the pain, the figure stood staggering.
“Death to you, Bangs*t!” maira's Ogat.
Before he could get up, Maira immediately ran towards the door. The figure continued to hunt Maira, but before he could catch the young woman, a loud slam clashed in front of the figure's face.
Blaamm!!
Maira tightly closed the door of the reading room until the figure was trapped inside. In order not to get anywhere, Maira locked the door quickly. Apparently Goddess Fortuna was siding with him. The key to the reading room is still hanging. His breath hunted. Sweat pouring. He was content to have escaped death. Even he was very satisfied, having locked the figure in the reading room.
“Tamat your history!” maira shouted as she brandished her middle finger.
The steps are gontai, towards Ammar's room. His feelings were relieved mixed with fear. He almost died in the reading room. He was lucky that night. He blindly knocked on the door of the police room. Before long, the policeman came out with heavy eyes. He was already preparing to close his eyes when Maira's knock shocked him.
“Can you be a little more polite? What time is it?” ammar.
“Sorry. But this is important.”
“What's important?”
“Gosh! This is serious, right? I'd be so mad if this was just a joke!”
Ammar scrunched his forehead, looking at Maira's figure sharply. Maira looks a mess. Her hair was tangled, with a pale face bathed in sweat. Maira shows her neck in front of Ammar Marutami. The scar was clearly imprinted on Maira's smooth neck. The red scar.
“You think I snared my own neck, Mr Police? What good is it that I lied to you? I've fought life and death and you consider this a lie?” Maira was getting nervous.
“Calm, Maira. No need for emotion. I didn't tell you a lie, I just asked. I'm just so surprised you escaped death. This is just incredible. Especially as you said earlier, you managed to lock her in the reading room. Surely this is very good news.”
“Of course. Get your weapons ready, let's check the reading room! I'm sure that figure can't escape!”
“Wait! You said you knew the identity of the killer. Where do you know that from? Did he show his face?”
“No, Mr. Police. The figure was wearing a black robe. The lights were off so I couldn't see his face clearly. But I can feel his killing instinct. He is like a wild beast who is very eager to finish me off!”
“Then where do you know the identity of the killer?”
“From the novel I read ...”
“Novel? Don't joke, Maira! Don't confuse this with the fiction you read. You are a writer who likes to hallucinate. But please do not equate this case with the novel,” said Ammar.
“I thought you wouldn't believe it. You will believe it after reading the novel itself. You will be surprised if you know who the author of the novel is,” said Maira.
“Who?”
“Michael Smith Artenton's. I'm sure he's the culprit of all these murders. The similarity of the killing sequence is very similar, as well as the killing tool used. You will surely be dumbfounded reading that.”
“Hmm. I'll read the novel!”
“Now let's go to the reading room and we catch the killer!”
Without wasting much time Ammar carried a gun in his hand, following Maira's steps into the reading room. The mood is still quiet. Their steps slowly towards the door.
Click!
Maira's fingers trembled as she opened the door. Ammar was on standby with a pistol in hand. Both come in with heart palpitations. Silent, there was barely any sign of someone inside the reading room.
“You're sure he's locked?” ammar whispers.
Maira nodded. It's beyond a doubt. There was no one in the reading room. Ammar had checked every corner of the room, but the black-robed figure still did not show the trunk of his nose.
“This room is nobody, Maira!” furious Ammar.
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