Murder In The Old Castle
XLVII. Dark Secret's
Doctor Dwi sat looking at the middle-aged woman lying before him. Really, he was confused as to what to do. The woman's hand was cold with a weak heartbeat. Suddenly a sense of pity appeared. The woman's look was pretty. It must be that his youth has liked a lot. Then why did Anggara waste, and keep this woman in the basement?
Suddenly the woman opened her eyes, staring intently at the dr. Dwi. The man noticed something strange with the woman's eyes. The pupils are white. Is it true that this woman can't see because of glaucoma or something else? The parasite looked frightened.
“Who are you! Who is! Are you here to help me too?” ask the woman in a trembling voice.
Doctor Dwi for a moment choked. He did not understand what the woman was saying. It was like mocking unclear. Doctor Dwi thought he was out of his mind. Well, being locked up in a closed room for years would make one lose their sanity. Maybe that's what this middle-aged woman is going through.
“I ... I just want to help you,” whispered dr. Dwi.
“No! You must be just like them. You want to take everything I have. He deserved to die. You deserve to die too!” said the woman nilar.
Doctor Dwi fell silent, trying to digest what the woman said. Who is ‘dia’? Why do you deserve to die? What exactly does he have?
“Quiet! Calm down, Madam. Speak calmly. Tell me anything,” whispered dr. Dwi soft.
The woman's breath was wheezing, with eyes glaring. Then he took a deep breath, trying to control the burning emotions in his chest. He looks calmer than before. His face still implied a deep sense of anxiety. Dwi's doctor allowed the woman to be more stable. He no longer asked. There was clearly a disturbance in his eyes, but to take a medical action, it was a fool he could not possibly do.
Click!
Krieet!
The door of the room opens. A black-robed figure entered the room with a black bag. The bag was opened on the table. Inside there are many knives, alcoholic liquids, syringes and various medical supplies. Doctor Dwi held his breath. Where did that figure get this much complete medical equipment?
“There is less?” ask that figure.
“I .. I don't understand. What am I supposed to do?”
“You don't act stupid, Doctor! My mom's eye surgery and heal him! I want him to heal and be able to see back. If you really need a good cornea, then I will take Maira's eyeballs so that it can be installed in my mother's eyes” said the cloaked figure.
Holy hooch!
Doctor Dwi shuddered at the words of that figure. Really, he was a cold-blooded figure. All this time dr. Dwi saw him as a good figure, it turned out that there was something dark behind his mind. In fact, what was stored there was something extremely terrifying.
“No! You can't take anyone's eyes. That doesn't help much. You must stop the murder you have committed. What you did was so unjustified that it took the lives of so many innocent people!”
Finally dr. Dwi makes a loud voice. The cloaked figure only showed a smile hearing the words of dr. Dwi.
“You can say anything, Doctor. But for me, killing is a pleasure. In the past, this place was designed as a place of torture in colonial times. Ten years ago, writers were invited to this place. They were entertained with a delicious dinner, then the next day they woke up in chains, tortured and then killed in the basement. The real psychopath is Anggara Laksono. My mother tried to stop, but she was locked up here.
Worst of all, he married Anastasia Pratiwi, and I was dumped in an out-of-town parlor. Now I'm back to sue. Unfortunately, I had to finish off the other writers. All who have entered this castle must die. I inherited the science of killing from my father. Now I will apply that science!”
“But ... but why?”
“First, I don't want this story to spread outside, and they know my true identity. The only way is to finish them off. And second, because of the pain I've felt since I was a kid. They scoffed and chided, lowering my pride. I really enjoyed every murder I made. Every single blood that was spattered made me feel happy!”
“They deserve to die! Anyone who looks down on me deserves to die!”
“No one looks down on you. You are a famous writer. Many people appreciate your work. You should appreciate your life too. End all this!”
“I'm not a famous writer!”
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Hans entered Anggara Laksono's office with steady steps, then threw himself on the sofa. He remained ice-cold, staring intently at Ammar who was writing at the table before him. Hans raised his head, stroking his beard.
“Will all undergo the same interrogation procession? Sitting on the couch, then you ask a lot of questions? After that you took notes and let go just like that? I don't think there's anything interesting that can be dug out of me,” Hans said.
“I haven't even asked anything. So sit down and shut up! Let me finish my analysis,” Ammar replied without the slightest hint of turning his face towards Hans.
“I'm sure, you must be in a state of confusion. You are alone now, without dr. Dwi's helping, while the killer's out there. It could be me or anyone. Victims also continue to fall, while you are still installing yourself in this office, I think your efforts are in vain,” continued Hans.
“If you are not silent, then I will force you to be silent!” hardik Ammar's. This time his eyes were sharpened.
Hans just shrugged his shoulders while sneering. He looked around the room. Many antique ornaments that attracted his heart. He got up, looking at an old photograph. Anggara Laksono with a woman and a baby. Hans scrunched his forehead.
“Laksono members have a baby?” ask Hans.
“Yes. And the baby is here now. It could be you or something else. The baby was created to be a killing machine. Well, now sit down because I'm ready with those questions!” ammar's orders.
Hans immediately sat on the sofa leisurely, while Ammar stood up while holding his note.
“Can you tell us a little about your family history, Mr Hans Christopher?” ask Ammar.
“Well, of course. I grew up in an orphanage, until a wealthy family adopted me and sent me to the highest level. Since childhood, my foster father wanted me to continue his business, but I don't know! I don't like the business world very much. I think the world of writing is more challenging, so I jumped into this world,” Hans explained.
“A home? Hmmmm. You know, this psychopath I'm looking for is most likely from a parlour, because obviously he doesn't live here. Then he infiltrated this castle, probably a murder he had planned for years. It is likely that he suffered a childhood trauma that turned humanity into the lust of merciless beasts,” Ammar said.
“Hmm. Of course not me! You think I have no mercy? I am a gentle-hearted man. You know, a lot of women are crazy about me and they are willing to give up their most precious possession to me.”
A smile fluttered from Hans' lips. Ammar snorted, then placed his notebook on the table.
“You don't have to pretend here, Hans. Your love reputation is great, and I see Maira really likes you. But I guess here I'll mark your name with a stabillo, and from today on I'll set you up as a strong candidate for the murder!”
“I? Hahaha!” Hans chuckles.
“Beware, Hans!”
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