ORION
Home Owner Identity Search
The situation inside was already calmer than before. The NED fighter this time had a power that controlled an opponent who was in an up-and-down emotion. It was indeed a little bit of a small part of the power that existed. However, if it was hit by an item once a while it would definitely be fatal enough for even the strongest NED Fighters.
At any time with that power, it could be that he controlled it as a fighting puppet. That power was terrifying enough for a woman who was around 40 years old to possess.
Nah!
A framed photo fell from his grasp when the woman was taken by one of the Mahanta members. A photo of a man.
“Who is this?”
Mahanta lifted the photo. At first he did not realize anything, but after that he only realized that this photo was very familiar to him.
“About a glance, this looks like Orion. At the time of the incident at the hotel, I knew he was a grown man but I never saw his face in person.”
Because he still doubted the photo, he began to search around the room. That's where there's a lot of small closet shelves with stuff strewn around there.
No other records besides the job records. The identity of the woman was nowhere to be found. There was only a large lump of cloth lying in the corner of the room.
“But rot comes from there. Why did I just realize it,” murmured Mahanta as he walked over to the thing.
When Mahanta opened the cloth, he found the body of a teenage woman. Surprised, he called one of his members.
“Hey, whoever is still outside! Hurry here!” mahanta shouted making all his subordinates surprised.
The drap! The drap!
They rushed to Mahanta. Shocked and disgusted to face the body, which had decayed even almost into bones.
There are many insects like centipedes there. Mahanta won't stay silent and kill him immediately while he hasn't escaped.
“Mr Mahanta. Who is he?”
“Because you guys are so timid, so it's too late to know. Who else if not their family. And I need help, to investigate their identities from this house.”
“Good. I'll check it out. As soon as possible!” they both scream at the same time.
A house that has been abandoned for years. There was some rust and the bathroom was mossy. The house is chaotic, messy, violent and not a single identity is revealed. One file about them does not exist.
Brak! Brak!
It seems that the Mahanta members are working very hard with passion. They even slammed some heavy items he lifted.
“You found something?” mahanta asked as he crossed both arms forward.
“It seems not, Mr.”
“What do you mean "looks like"? Speak clearly!” Mahanta.
“Ba-good! Sorry, I mean, there is not a single information about the identity of someone who lives in this house,” he replied with a little stammering.
In the end, this creates a new mystery for them. Mahanta is confused about how to know the identity of the person who has risen again if there is nothing important here.
“Orion is the same. His identity is still vague. And maybe only Miss Gista knows.”
“You're talking about Orion Sadawira? Maybe, some people know them because their residence is also around here.”
“Oh, how did you know? Miss Gista even forbade us to investigate Orion, right?” Mahanta asked.
“I heard it from someone. Uh, no, that means I accidentally eavesdropped on a citizen talk here.”
“Then, try asking who the owner of this house really is on them.”
“Good!”
Before it's all done. Precisely comes the troublesome thing at this time. The reporters were already in front of the house, they were very noisy with millions of questions being asked.
“Please say something!”
“Is there really anyone who has experienced torpor?”
Journalists prepared their notes to record everything Mahanta would answer, but none of their questions were answered. He frowned at the sign of being upset.
“Mr Mahanta, it looks like you are very troubled. But you should say enough,” said Fani whispered.
“I know that. But they all urged me. If only there was Miss Gista,” he said sadly.
“Until when will you continue to rely on Miss Gista. If it's like this, you'll probably be boycotted.”
“Do not say carelessly.”
Taps, tap!
Mahanta walked among their crowd. They were pushing hard, and the questions continued to flow nonstop.
“Please say something, Sir!”
“Good. For now, there are only corpses that have been thought to be alive. But keep in mind it's just because some wild animals get into the house.”
Finally Mahanta spoke. Instantly all the reporters were dumbfounded, they gaped wide.
“Can you speak clearly?”
“Yes. I told you before. The body really did not move. There was someone digging their funeral and as if terrorizing the residents,” explained Mahanta.
“What is everything clear!?” he nodded with a firm voice. Instantly the reporters shut up.
***
“You have worked hard,” said Fani praised.
It seems that their question stopped not because of Mahanta's answer but because the expression and air that radiated did not feel pleasant to them. But that's enough. In this way, inevitably they will cover with facts that cannot be denied.
After their departure, one of the members came to him.
“Master! I've done what you asked.”
“Then, we talk inside,” said Mahanta as he stepped inside the house again.
Not long after they came in. Come again some of its members who seem to have a lot of information.
“So how?”
“You won't believe me if I say this. This house belonged to a man named Orion Sadawira. About 30 years old when the man was gone.”
“Hm, so. I get it,” murmured Mahanta.
“From that, Sir. I just found something else. An hour ago, there was a witness who saw the woman come out of the grave,” Owen said.
“What? Any witnesses who even saw the incident?”
Owen nodded his head and replied, “Yes, Sir. Not only that, even witnesses said that the woman also dug someone's grave then brought him into this house.”
Surprised, there are not many stories they talk about. As a result, it became clear why there was a corpse and a woman with a piece of white cloth before.
On the sidelines of the conversation between them. A boy came and entered the house. With ease he walked in regardless of the many people in it.
“Orion!?”