Murder In The Old Castle
XLVIII. Breaking News
In a quiet reading room, while the other residents were sleeping, Ammar was still in the reading room examining all the books that might have something to do with Anjani. In addition, he also tried to trace the identity of the baby carried by the figure of Anjani. If he knew, it wouldn't be this hard. Ammar does not want to be caught wrong or decide things carelessly. The burning of the old barn was the fruit of his carelessness. He shouldn't have done that stupid right.
From some of the literature he read, he did not find any information. This old castle is still covered in unsolved mysteries. He turned to a desk with an obsolete computer there. Maybe the computer was out a few years ago. The condition was dusty, so Ammar had to wipe it with a tissue before wearing it. He was not sure if the computer was still operating normally.
He turned on the computer, it turned out the process was quite slow. There were not many files that he found, except a catalog of books in the reading room. For Ammar, this is an amazing thing because this private reading room is professionally managed. He saw a fairly complete list of books, even written the date of the purchase of the book. Ammar was interested in the novels of the writers in the castle.
Ammar's eyes were fixed on a novel that Maira said was an inspiration for the killer to finish off his victims. He noted that murder by burning victims alive was included in the fifth order of murder. The fourth murder was not successful. So what about the sixth murder? He hopes there will be no more sixth murder.
In another file he also found a genealogical photo of the Laksono family. Unfortunately the name of the wife listed in the syllable is Anastasia Pratiwi. So true, Anggara really wanted to remove the name Anjani from his life. But where is his existence? He was getting excited to look for. Had there been internet access in this castle, he would have found it in no time.
Then he thought if he stayed in this castle, the case would not be finished because of the difficulty of accessing data from the outside world. To obtain data, at least he must use internet access or something like that. He has no other choice! He had to visit the city, and find out where Anjani was at the nearest government office or civil registry office.
Unfortunately, there were other considerations before he left the castle. He was worried that the condition of the castle was not under control. There is a dilemma he feels. To that end, he immediately met Cornellio in the backyard, without anyone's knowledge. The only person he currently believes is Cornellio, as he sees with his own eyes how the author struggles to escape the devastating fires in the warehouse. Cornellio was surprised to hear Ammar's plans.
“You will leave this castle?” ask Cornellio.
“Just for a minute. There's something I need to finish right away. In this castle you are the only one I trust, so I leave the castle to you,” said Ammar.
“I? You're nuts! The killer's after me and you're gonna leave me with that crazy killer. He can do anything as long as you are not there. Maybe not only I am the target, but all residents. Please delay your departure!”
“The problem is related to this case too, Cornellio! All the data I need is in town. Internet and information from related agencies. You know, last night I did an investigation and I'm sure we're getting closer to the killer. I'm sure the killer is desperate because he failed to kill us yesterday. I hope there's no sixth murder. This is a little more! Please, help me. Doctor Dwi disappeared and I don't know who else to count on!” Ammar tried to convince.
Cornellio sighed. He shook his head as he said,” I'm just not sure I can handle this alone without you or not. As for you yourself that anyone could be the perpetrator of that brutal murder. I obviously can't possibly make small talk to anyone. Maybe all I did was stay in the room except for mealtimes. I've been so traumatized, I don't want to die young. Please understand me!” Cornellio.
Cornellio sighed. He could not refuse any more with Ammar's decision, because what Ammar wanted to do was also related to this case. He could only nod slowly.
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Tens of kilometers apart from the old castle, precisely in the center of the city, Mariah Alray was unwind from all the busyness he had been through. He deliberately chose a modern coffee shop that is rather quiet in the suburbs, so as not to meet many people. He deliberately chose to sit in the corner of the room. A cup of mocha coffee, and a plate of french fries accompany her somber night. Everyday he struggled with the funeral management of his uncle, along with the management of the files that make the head dizzy.
Tonight he wants to spend a little time, just looking for solace, hearing Celine Dion's shahdu music from the music player machine played in the cafe. At the top, he saw a small TV that was broadcasting breaking news about important things. The news that was broadcast really made him stunned, so he had to stand up to increase the volume of the TV.
A beautiful reporter broadcast live from the scene in a luxury apartment, a novelist is found dead in a rotting condition. It is suspected that the murder was carried out a long time ago, because the condition of the corpse has been destroyed. Police and forensics are now securing the scene. Mariah Alray stopped sipping her coffee, she placed the coffee cup on the table.
The beautiful reporter mentioned the identity of the writer of the dead novel clearly. Mariah Alray was shocked! His face turned worried.
“Gosh! The name of the writer of the dead novel is the same as the author of the novel whom uncle invited to the castle. This means that there are people who are disguised as writers. There's a self-styled writer infiltrating the castle!” mariah Alray.
“I have to get back there as soon as possible. That fake writer must have committed the murder of my uncle. I should tell my husband about this immediately!”
Soon he paid for his order and decided to pack up. She will soon return to the castle to inform her husband about the identity of the author of the exact same novel as the writer who died in the apartment. He was nervous, and hoped it wasn't too late!
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