
"First of all, we start with that guy! Who wears clothes like a waitress!" I said, pointing to one of them, who wore a grey t-shirt, and dark blue jeans.
"Alright, before allowing myself to introduce myself... My name is Hosen D. Andrews! I was a maid who always helped Mr. Joe who had just been killed!" That person began to introduce himself, bowing respectfully like most elite servants who were saluting their master.
"Then do you know what the victim's long name is?" Detective Henry began to ask him mild questions.
"Of course I know! Faris Joestar is his name! He was called Joe!" Obviously the maid. He could say what he was thinking without hesitation, it seemed that he had indeed been trained in this state.
"All right, then... Now, can you tell me what you were doing this afternoon, exactly at 16:20 when the murder happened?" Detective Henry asked the question again. Actually, he did not know for sure, what time the incident occurred. However, according to witnesses, the incident did occur at about four in the afternoon.
"Okay, let me answer! At that time, I was cooking food to serve my master who advised me that he was hungry. If not wrong" He held the bags in his clothes, like he was looking for something he had forgotten where to put it. "Oh, it's here!" He found it in the left pocket of his shirt.
"What are you looking for? Is that so important that you have to keep it in your pocket?" Ask Detective Conny who was surprised to see the object he was holding turned out to be just a torn paper.
"Of course, try to read what's in it. That's an alibi that might prove that I wasn't the killer, because at that time, I was cooking in the kitchen to fulfill his order!" The waiter said as he handed the paper to Detective Conny.
Posts in paper:
Hosen, make food at 16:00. Because I was hungry, and I had to finish my job first. Therefore, if the food is ready, send the food to my room.
Looking at what was on the paper, we were more and more convinced that he was not the culprit. In the paper there is a signature using a pen. At first we thought that the contents of the paper were just the boasting of the waiter. But under the signature, there is a hand stamp that the police have proven the truth, that this hand stamp is indeed from Mr. Joe. Well, maybe for now, we'll all trust that guy.
"Well, for now, we will all believe what you just said... Then, next up is you!" After interrogating the paddler, now we investigate someone using the clothes of fishermen with the color of his clothes that is dark blue.
"S-I am Robert Pelson! An ordinary fisherman who happens to be paying my debt to Mr. Joe! At exactly 16:10, I was obliged to wait in the living room for about ten minutes before I learned that Mr. Joe had died." He said so, nervously and trembling, like he was hiding something. Or maybe, he just couldn't stand this kind of situation.
"So, then where is your catch? You just got home from fishing, didn't you?" Ask Detective Conny who is confused why the man wears a fisherman's clothes when he only wants to pay his debt.
"Ah, that's why I had to wait in the living room for a while, because I wanted to tell Mr. Joe, that I haven't caught a single one today... Oh yes, because I have no money, I pay it by using the catch I have got." Clearly himself with a slightly stammering pronunciation. As such, Detective Henry again called a few policemen, and ordered them to search the records about the man. But most importantly, they were ordered to give permission first to their families.
"B-well, thank you sir!" After saying so, the fisherman sat down with the servant leaning against the wall a little further away from the scene of the murder.
"The end is you! Tell me what your name is and what's your relationship with Mr Joe?" Ask Detective Henry to the guy.
However, at that very moment, he fell down, yelling the victim's name, "Joe! Joe's! Joe's! Joe!" the longer it sounds louder.
"Hey you, calm down first. Tell me what is your problem? What's your relationship with him?" Detective Conny tries to calm the woman down.
"Hiks... I am the wife of that person, my name is Laura Joestar! Or, if I'm not married to that man, my name is Laura Paulina!" He said still with some tears.
"Oh so, calm down madam because this is indeed the destiny of the man... Now, can you explain what you're doing at 16:00 to 16:20?" Detective Henry began to ask a few questions, while calming himself who was still crying loudly for being too sad about the death of her husband.
"I was washing clothes on the balcony at 16:00, and I got a phone call at 16:05. At first, I didn't hear anything because the distance between the phone and the balcony was very far. Therefore, the servant called to me, with his hands still wearing gloves for cooking. And at that very moment, I headed straight down to pick up the phone. Then I came back at 16:20 to continue sunning, before I saw something on the floor... Hix... All I saw were patches that were on the floor close to the flowerpot. Frightened, I ran straight down and tried to forget it, because maybe it was just my shadow because I was too tired to work!" It was clear at length to all of us.
"So, then, you can sit down to calm yourself down first!" Detective Henry's advice to him.
Then he walked towards the 'Servant' and the 'Servant' was sitting.
"So, what's the conclusion, Edward? Have you found anything out of the opinion of all of them?" Ask Detective Henry to myself, who he was supposed to know.
"Not yet, but for sure, this incident is an event that really does not enter will... Because of the killer, just do all those tricks in just 15 minutes. That is less time to do zig-zag thread tricks!" I became even more confused after hearing Laura's explanation.
"Zig-zag thread class?" Detective Conny who had just come and heard our conversation, became curious about the thing I had just said.
"Right, maybe the perp used the trick!"
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