Murder In The Old Castle
XLVS. Instincts
The morning that should have brought joy to the residents of the castle, turned into a deep anxiety. Concern began to creep into the mind, after seeing the debris of the old warehouse behind the castle still puffing smoke. The news of the burning of the warehouse became a hot issue after the breakfast. In the living room, the men were engrossed in listening to Cornellio's story of the chronological burning of the warehouse last night.
“This is completely beyond estimate. All of a sudden the barn door was locked, and we were trapped inside. Within minutes, a fire suddenly emerged from the roof and a flash spread to all directions. The fire grew bigger, the barn room was filled with smoke, making me barely able to breathe. I fell unconscious. And when I came to my senses, already outside the burnt-out warehouse,” Cornellio's story excitedly.
“Hmm. I really didn't hear anything last night. The night was quiet, not as usual. I felt bad so I couldn't sleep. Many times I opened the window, but really did not know that the back shed was burning,” said Aldo Riyanda.
“Actually that night I was still drinking coffee here. I smelled a burning smell, but I didn't realize what was burning was the back shed. I didn't hear a scream or anything. I don't know, everything looks as normal as the previous nights, ” Hans added.
“I'm still inexhaustible with the motive of all this. I think it has something to do with the mystery buried in the castle. Last night I was in the room glaring at an old diary belonging to the late Anastasia Pratiwi, trying to unravel the mystery of this castle. There are some sentences that quite caught my attention,” said Michael.
“What kind of sentence?” ask Hans.
“Si the author wrote that he saw a figure emerging from the darkness of the passageways. Then I thought, who is that figure in question? Does this have anything to do with the series of murders that took place in this castle? Remember that! ten years ago, there were several writers who disappeared in this castle as well. I suddenly feel like we're repeating the same thing,” explained Michael.
“Don't spread fear like that, Michael! You think that psychopath has something to do with the disappearance of the writers ten years ago? The time span is quite long. I think it needs an in-depth investigation before deciding whether the case is related or not,” Aldo argued.
“I agree! So you don't have to continue your detective story which is not at all creepy. Our problem is enough. Keep your story, and don't act innocent! Maybe you're a psychopath obsessed with being a real detective, then you're engineering all this nonsense!” hans's girlfriend to Michael.
Michael just shrugged his shoulders, not a look of disappointment on his face. He stood up from his seat quietly, then swung the arc to leave the other men.
“Not me who lost, but you guys! Just remember what I said and please prove it later!”
Michael immediately passed from the reading room with a feeling of worry. The mood was silent again. Each of the male writers simply fell silent, not knowing what to say.
After all, the burning of the back shed seemed to alarm for them to be more vigilant. With the number of residents decreasing, it will make people more suspicious. No one wants to get along with another.
Ammar went into the middle of the room with a disheveled face. Nothing that looks fun. He passed through the living room, without regard for the other men sitting in that place. A moment later, he turned his body, pointing at Hans.
“Cute me!” ammar's orders.
Hans who was lazily moving looked surprised at the sudden appointment. The parasites remained cold, with a pair of eyes that instantly glanced towards Ammar.
“There's a need with me?”
“Today is my interview schedule, after some time yesterday was missed. A lot of terrible things happened in this castle. I need to move fast, considering that I work alone now. Doctor Dwi is still missing not knowing the limb. While I also can't possibly call the other police.”
Ammar explained with a feeling of uneasiness. Hans mangosteen.
“Isn't Cornellio's schedule supposed to be in advance?” ask Hans again.
“After what we experienced last night, then automatically I crossed his name from the list of suspects. So the next interview schedule is you, Hans!”
“Name Cornellio crossed out? Wow, what a lucky! I hope it's not your evil conspiracy!” Hans Sungging.
“Enterious plotters? Watch your talk, Hans! I actually felt how the heat of the fire almost licked my skin, and the smoke that filled my lungs. You said it was a conspiracy? The old warehouse that had become rubble was witnessed. How do you say it's a conspiracy?”
“Quiet, Cornellio! You're as good as not being provoked by Hans' words. Meet me soon, Hans!” ammar's orders were firm.
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Anxiety is not only felt by men, but also by women. Even Tiara Laksmi looked depressed. He was more in the reading room like a confused person, then came out again without knowing what to do. He also prefers to be alone than to gather with others.
“You all right, Tiara?” ask Adrianna.
The two women were in the reading room, but had no intention of reading. Tiara soon shied away from the other residents, especially Maira who sometimes said words that were quite painful. His gaze was empty, leading to the tea garden that was slapping. It felt quiet, but mysterious.
“I was thinking about something, Adrianna,” Tiara said.
“What are you thinking?”
“Maybe this is the end of my life story. Maybe we'll all die here. The warehouse fire is getting me anxious. Cornellio and Ammar are very lucky to get away from there, but I think the killer is already a genius,” complained Tiara.
“Do you have any plans for us to get through all this?”
“Actually I want to run away. But access here is very complicated. The cars in the garage are very old, and I'm not sure they're still working or not. No phone access. It is like being on an island in the middle of the sea. Can't get out. Our only hope is to take advantage of anyone who visits this castle,” Tiara continued.
“There's nothing we can do, Tiara. There aren't. The only thing we can do is protect ourselves from the killer's pursuit,” Adrianna murmured.
“Adrianna ..”
“Ya Tiara?”
“Do you trust me? Did you ever think that I was the killer?” tiara asked in a sad tone.
“Come, Tiara. At a time like this it was impossible to trust anyone. Right now I don't have any shadow with this killer. It was horrible when I realized I was living with a murderer. Do you feel that way too?”
“Of course, Adrianna. I often wake up in the middle of the night, afraid that the killer might infiltrate the room, help me while I sleep, or suddenly he ambushes when I take a shower, he said, then I drowned my face in the bath tub until I died. Oh my God, this is so horrible!” tiara.
“Your imagination is terrible, Tiara. I can't imagine that!”
“That's not how much, Adrianna. Sometimes I even have a bad feeling. Maybe I've turned into a psychic!”
“What feeling did you get?”
“Someone will be killed again!”
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