Paradoxon: Fix In Posterum
The Fix 39

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"Ah, here it is! Yeah, correct. This must be," the man murmured as he arrived right in front of an old, shabby building at the end of the alley he had been passing by. At the end of a dark alley that is very far from the crowds that touch the city out there.

The man was—Trish, staring alternately between the piece of paper he was holding and the house number that was in his presence.

"True, this is the house" muttered Trish who felt sure if it was the house of the person she was looking for. Trish smiled happily. Finally, after traveling long enough and takes almost a few days to be able to find information about the person he is looking for, finally he can get information and meet the place where the person he was looking for lived.

A few days ago…

"Then excuse me, see you later," Trish stepped away from there, leaving Agne alone in the teacher's room.

Arriving outside, Trish hastily rushed away from there looking for a safe place to complete her investigation on this matter.

"So it was almost," he muttered as he stroked his chest trying to regulate his heartbeat which had not been caused since.

"Now I'd better find a safe place to investigate this case" Trish stepped out of the still-so-lonely corridor without a single occupant.

"I almost found it, now all I have to do is repeat my search. I'm sure if the article still exists and I can find it," he murmured very confidently. Trish pulled out her phone and began to move around with the rectangular flat object, while her legs continued to step

BRUKKKK

Accidentally, Trish bumps into someone who is walking from the opposite direction to her. His cellphone, which was originally in his hand, fell to the floor in a state still on. Trish was surprised not to play. Rushing he looked up at the figure that had just crashed into him from that unexpected direction.

"A-ah, sorry sir. I didn't mean it" said Dean, who grabbed Trish's phone and gave it back to the owner. But his focus was severed when accidentally, his eyes caught the contents of his teacher's cellphone screen. "I-this.." murmured, his eyes turned to glance at Trish the owner of the phone, but had not had time to ask about what he saw, he said, Trish had already pulled her by force quite roughly.

"Thank you!" Said Trish who then stepped away from Dean. Trish walked in haste. Stepping quickly, away from where the man was standing at the moment.

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"And if not wrong, in the next few years. After that, the people who disappeared. It came back all of a sudden, and at that moment they already had the ability.…"

"…If this event is repeated, what really happened? The problem here, what was missing was the evolvers, not the ordinary humans like that time.." Trish muttered, her brain was busy struggling with all the questions that were popping up in her mind.

"…And again, who is the figure behind all this? Who's been doing this? And what is the purpose and reason for doing all this? I'm pretty sure there must be someone behind all this. Behind all the tragedies and events that are now happening" Trish murmured again. Curiosity slowly began to arise in him. Curious about who has done it all, what their goals are, and why they are doing this. Trish is sure. Because there can be no smoke, if there is no fire. Everyone has a reason and everyone has an explanation. But behind all the reasons and explanations, it is still a mystery that even makes his curiosity more attached in him.

TAP-TAP-TAP!

Instantly heard the sound of footsteps, breaking the silence that existed and suddenly made Trish who was busy with her theory, suddenly realized from her daydream. He was wide-eyed not playing when his ears caught the sound. Rushing Trish turned off her phone, re-entering it into the bag of pants she was wearing.

"Who was that?" Trish was in deep thought, she was really starting to feel panicked at this moment.

"I hope it's not Cato sir. Because if he finds out that I'm here secretly investigating what really happened, it's going to be very bad for me" he thought. For a moment Trish was silent without moving at all, trying not to make the slightest movement that could attract the attention of someone outside the door of the room he occupied.

After a moment of silence, his ears began to hear the voice of someone who seemed to be doing small things. After her he heard footsteps from someone there starting to step out of the toilet, dying himself in there.

BLAM!

The entrance was closed which spontaneously made Trish able to breathe a sigh of relief as her figure had disappeared behind that entrance.

"Huft~" Trish heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thank God he's gone, now I can breathe with relief" Trish said in a very slow voice. Trish leaned back, feeling calmer. Slowly his medium head stared towards the ceiling of the toilet there.

"It seems, to be able to break all this down, I have to find a reporter who used to write articles about this. But. his question is, where can I find the reporter, if I myself do not know who and from which editor, this website is written. And like I know, where to start. I need to start by looking at where this article is from, because then I'll know who wrote it, and then I can ask him."

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