Murder In The Old Castle
LVII. You Are End!
Detective Reno Atmaja parked his car in an underground parking area located under the building. He saw Dimas who was preparing to go down. Today they are scheduled to re-examine the apartment where the author died.
“You ready?” ask Reno to Dimas.
“More than just ready! I can't wait to see what's hidden in that apartment. Maybe someone was missed. I want to prove that they can't look down on my career. This case we will be able to finish brilliantly!” answer Dimas.
“OK. This time I believe you! I had to abandon my intention to contact Ammar Marutami. We're trying to solve this case ourselves!”
“Any Boss! Let's get in action!”
The two immediately headed to the 9th floor with an elevator, where the writer was found murdered. The police line is still attached to the front door of the room. They enter with caution. The atmosphere was quiet and quiet, a little dusty because there were no more residents in the place.
“There is one fact about this apartment room,” Dimas said.
“What is it?” answer Reno.
“This apartment room is not actually the author's permanent residence. I mean, he has another place to live in the suburbs. He is rarely even in this place. One more thing, he sometimes invited his friends to party here. Including the man who died here was also one of his friends,” said Dimas.
“Practicing facts. We also need to interview his close friends about the author's behavior and social life. Who knows he keeps a secret that we do not know” replied Reno.
They check, open up cabinets and desk drawers, looking for ones that may be hidden in that place. While opening the wardrobe, Reno found something interesting.
“See! What did I find!” reno said while showing Dimas a magazine.
“Magazine porn?”
“Yes, some overseas-issued porn magazines sold illegally in the country. Somehow how to get all this, but this is interesting!,” replied Reno with a meaningful smile.
“You will bring the magazine and save it for yourself?” asked Dimas with a laugh.
“Of course not, Dimas! Don't be silly! What is a magazine like this? This is only owned by people who do not have a partner and experience depression with a partner. I am not a connoisseur of such a thing,” said Reno Atmaja.
From the ninth floor of the apartment, they could see a busy view of the city below, surrounded by many towering buildings. Reno stood in front of the window, staring down at the apartment building.
“Kurasa this apartment has a fairly expensive rental price. The view from above is beautiful, especially at night. I wonder, what is the salary of a writer to be able to rent an apartment as luxurious as this?” ask Reno.
“Maybe he has a side job. I don't know. But top writers will earn a huge income as well. Have you heard of JK Rowling? He is the richest writer in the world. So it is only natural that the author pays hundreds of millions if the book published is hard-selling,” Dimas timpal.
“You've heard this author's name?”
“I've heard even though I have never read his work,” Dimas replied briefly.
Suddenly Dimas picked up something from inside a cardboard box that was stored in a wardrobe drawer. The location of the cardboard is rather hidden, difficult to know if it is not dismantled one by one.
“See what I found!” said Dimas while showing a rather outdated photo. The color has faded, but it can be seen clearly.
“This is the author's photo right?” Reno looked at the photo carefully.
“Iya. You notice the one standing next to him. Their faces are very similar, right? Are they twins? Or just someone who looks like it?” guess Dimas.
“Gosh! These two people were almost like a betel in half. They're twins! Even their clothes were almost the same. No doubt about it! They must be twins!”
“You mean, this murdered writer has a twin brother?” ask Dimas.
“Iya. He has a twin brother. Let's track down his twin brother. Who knew he had information about this murder!” reno is excited.
“What's the reason, Dimas?” ask Reno curiously.
“I found another photo!” dimas said while taking another photo from the same box as the first photo. This time a close-up photo of the author, but with a face image doodled, and written a word YOU ARE END!
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The SUV was down a winding road in the tea plantation area. Antony was driving agitatedly, looking left and right. All it looks like is a tea plant that grows lush. His feelings were more anxious, because he never found a home, or someone who could be asked for help.
“What should we not go back to the city?” sonya's advice was sitting next to him.
“I'm sure around here there's life. I was here a few years ago with my sister. There must be. I saw an old building by the side of the road!” antony said with confidence.
“What do you mean the building?” asked Sonya while pointing in the distance. The castle tower looks small, covered with trees.
“Iya. That castle building! Let's go there! Who knows if someone can help us out there!” antony is excited.
Antony immediately gas escaped the car to the old castle. Arriving at the gate, they descended with a feeling of uneasiness, because the atmosphere was so quiet, like it was uninhabited.
“You're sure this castle has inhabitants? Suddenly my feelings are not good. We better go back!” take Sonya while holding Antony's arm.
“Not yet in! If you're scared, just stay in the car. Let me get in there!” said Antony.
“I don't want to ah I'm alone in the car. Serem also knows in the car. Mending I come with you,” said Sonya.
Krieeet!
The two opened an unlocked gate, leading to a fairly large area of the front garden. Sonya swept the view around, amazed by the castle building is quite magnificent, but carries a haunted feel. His hand gripped Antony's arm tightly.
“Looks like no one, Ton!” whisper Sonya.
“We haven't logged in yet ..”
Both stood in front of the main door made of wood, with a round iron as a knocker.
Duk ... duk .. duk!
Antony knocks on the door, while Sonya waits restlessly. Twice a knock, but no one has opened the door yet. Sonya's getting restless.
“Maybe it's completely empty,” whispered Sonya once again.
“We try the third, after that we come back!” said Antony.
The third knock, but the door is still not open. Antony smiled, and turned towards Sonya who looked still anxious.
“You win. We leave this castle. I don't think there are any inhabitants. It is unfortunate, even though the architecture is so solid. I suspect this is a relic of ancient times. There is no modern touch at all. I'm curious about the inside!” said Antony.
“Already! Let's get back to the car!” bring Sonya. Antony nodded.
They walked away from the main door. Just a few steps they walked, a startling sound was heard.
“You looking for who?”
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