Murder In The Old Castle
XLII. Escapes
Cornellio looked up, finding the ceiling of the warehouse smouldering and billowing thick smoke. The horror began to explode. Smoke so quickly filled the room, infiltrating the sense of smell ready to burn the lungs. The panic crept in for a moment. The sound of the ceiling of the warehouse began to crackle, as if it was about to collapse upon the room.
“Do something! We'll burn to death here!” peekkot Cornellio's.
His parasites paled, as if his blood flow was sucked out.
“Quiet, Cornellio! Cool out! Your panic doesn't solve the problem. Think with a cold head. The more panic, the more your brain becomes. Think how we can get out of this warehouse!” ammar's orders.
“How about we break this door down?”
In a panic, Cornellio tried to open the door handle.
“Hmm. I'm not sure our strength will be strong enough. This door looks solid. Maybe we can find a tool to break this door handle!” ammar said calmly, not caring about the thick smoke
“What tools do you need? I'll look for him!”
“Let me just! You find a way to keep the fire from licking your body!”
Ammar moved quickly to the shelves, trying to find the right tool to break the door. Ransacked everything on the shelf to scatter on the floor. The smoke attacks were more intense, billowing filled the gaps of empty space. Near the door, Cornellio was still too busy looking for a way to open the door.
Kraaac!
Suddenly the ceiling from above the warehouse collapsed with a burning fire, hitting the shelves. The flames spread uncontrollably burning what was around. Cornellio's freaking out. He felt like he was going to die in a charred state in this warehouse. While he sees Ammar still trying to find something that can be used to open the door calmly. Sweat begins to drip in the Cornellio temple. Airless air smothering, clogging breathing. He suddenly felt weak, his eyes twitching. He fell to the floor with nothing to do.
Bruock!
The fire raged, burning piles of cardboard in the warehouse. The flames so quickly grow, creating a heat that stings the skin. Cornellio felt melted instantly, but he was unable to move. He did not try to escape as the fire approached. He was stuck in the corner of the room. His face was red as a boiled crab. Fear is real on the level. The surrounding world blackened, and he began to be unconscious!
Ammar coughed in the smoke as carbon dioxide began to infiltrate the nasal cavity, flowing into the lungs. Amidst the panic, he tried to stay sane in order to find something right to open the door. Unfortunately, he could find nothing. Suddenly his eyes were fixed on an iron lying under the shelf. A crowbar!
Without thinking long grabbed the crowbar, then broke through the puff of smoke towards the door. His eyes let out water. Smoke also began to poison the eyes. Seen in the corner of the room figure Cornellio already lying helpless. He hopes the writer will breathe. But the main priority is to open the door so that oxygen can blow in. At this moment the smoke surrounded everywhere without a care. Oxygen supply is almost gone!
Braak!
Braak!
Ammar immediately forcibly opened the door with a crowbar in his hand. Full of struggle, because the tongue of fire increasingly licked to all corners of the room. The sound of things crackling with flames rang out everywhere. Ammar continues to fight. The choice was only two, escaped alive or dead roasted in this warehouse!
Not wasting time, he immediately pulled Cornellio's foot. The author was still unconscious when dragged away from the fire. Now the warehouse door is wide open. Ammar dragged Cornellio's body quickly away from the flames. After being in front of the warehouse, he checked the man's heart rate. Still ticking, even if it feels weak. Immediately he moved in the grass area under the tree to avoid the siege of smoke.
While the lick of the red whiz is expanding, devouring all parts of the warehouse. The flames soared high, with black smoke billowing horribly. The dark night seemed to be lit by the violent flames. The warehouse was wiped out in an instant. Ammar couldn't imagine being there a minute ago. Maybe just a name!
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Doctor Dwi opened his eyes. His body felt tired, almost no food and drink entered the stomach. He was astonished, the ties in his hands were broken, and so were his feet. He even found himself lying on a reot bed, in a stuffy room. But the atmosphere is quiet. No one was there.
At a small table near the bed was a plate of food and a glass of drink. A piece of paper was next to him. The handwriting is pretty neatly printed on it.
‘Eat or die!’
So fill that writing. Doctor Dwi sighed, feeling relieved as he was still allowed to survive. What does all this mean? His stomach was hungry, but there was no desire at all to eat food at the table. He went around the room, checking everything there. Unfortunately, there was nothing important in the room. The door is locked too. Access light is obtained only from a hanging bulb, with a dim yellow light. The doctor could not confirm whether it was day or night. The atmosphere looks the same. Confusion began to hit.
Where am I? He murmured in his heart.
Suddenly a voice sounded someone was about to open the door. Dr. Dwi hurried back to his bed, lying down and pretending to close his eyes. His heart is beating fast. The sound of the door creaking, and the steps of someone entered the room. Dr. Dwi's eyes are still closed. He did not want the figure to catch him in a conscious state. It opened its eyelids slightly, finding a black-robed figure behind it. The smell of gasoline emanated from the body of that figure!
It seemed that the newly entered figure was putting a jerrycan filled with gasoline into the room. Doctor Dwi thought, what has he done with that gasoline jerrycan? Really, he could not see clearly the black-robed figure's face. Before long, the figure approached the diniding where a row of photos were taped. Doctor Dwi had a glance, the figure took a red marker, then crossed out a photo of Cornellio's face.
Holy hooch! Cornellio is dead! Dr. Dwi murmured in the heart.
He's getting tense. Not finished his tension, the figure crossed out again a photo. Yes, Ammar Marutami's photo was also crossed out. Doctor Dwi held her breath, between believing and not. Was that cop really dead at the hands of this crazy psychopath?
Suddenly, the black-robed figure turned around, staring at dr.Dwi deeply. He moved closer, shaking his body, forcing the doctor to wake up. In an emergency, Dr. Dwi opened his eyes. Now he saw clearly the psychopath. As expected, the psychopath figure was not attached to the wall. The psychopath's eyes stared intently, then whispered softly.
“Help me ...”
Doctor Dwi still held a sense of surprise. What kind of help does this psychopath want? He did not dare to answer anything. He just stared at the cold-blooded killer's sadistic face. Then the figure took the plate of food that was on the table, thrusting at dr.Dwi.
“Eat and help me!” his orders.
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