Pickup Transportation
Section 216: Mystery of Bridge 3
“This is your photo.” Lais gave a picture of the soul, his name is Syahrul, he is married without children. His wife said that this Shahrul was a heavy drunk, so when the news of the suicide came, they believed that it was because Syahrul was a drunkard and accidentally fell on the bridge.
“This is indeed my face?” Syahrul can not remember his own face, he also can not look in the mirror, because all this time he was only on the bridge.
“Yes, this is your face, you're just paler.”
‘’Then why am I here? didn't he say that dying would return to God?”
“That's our job, find out.” Hartino replied with pity.
“Then do you know what happened to me?”
“The possibilities are many, so Lais and I have come to a conclusion. So here's the story ...”
FIRST DAY OF RESEARCH
“So you are sure that your husband got drunk and he accidentally fell off the bridge?” Hartino asked the wife of Syahrul again, to be sure.
“Ya.” His wife who now lives in Indekos, not in a farm contract anymore, said.
“Then did the autopsy result show any alcohol levels in his body?” Hartino continued his question.
“Option? Me and his family decided not to do an autopsy and accepted the incident as a disaster.”
“But, what about the witness who saw that he was pushed from above?” Lais suddenly interrupted.
“Where's the news from? whose witness? I never knew about it.”
Hartino poked Lais off because of the release of talking like that, isn't that information from the dark website, sensitive information that they can still see. But online news portals are no more.
“Hmm, we've heard those rumors around the bridge.” Lais tried to save their face.
“Oh so, no, it's untrue news.”
“But Ma'am, is this not strange, if he is a drunk, can't the drunk walk straight? Wouldn't it make more sense if he fell on the crossing stairs because his legs were stumbling, due to the inability of the straight path when climbing the stairs, rather than climbing the handle of the crossing stairs and jumping? The straight path alone is not capable, then is it true he is still able to climb and drop?” Lais touched a pretty private area.
The mother was silent, maybe only this time she heard this kind of theory.
“We never thought about it, because ... he is not someone we can count on or be proud of, so his death ..”
“Something you guys are grateful for?” Lais looked at him sharply. The mother kept quiet, and Lais continued, “is that not fair, though she may not be able to count on you or be proud of you, but does she not deserve justice?” Lais was upset, because he also felt that he was in the position of Shahrul, someone who was not good, but that did not mean they were not allowed to get injustice.
“Sorry, but I just want to move on, having a husband like him is hard, I live with my own hard work, while he hitchhikes on me. I thought marriage could make me happier, but I was wrong, marriage made me even more crazy!” The woman then stood up, she seemed to be intending to end their conversation. Alka and Hartino claimed to be reporters and offered Syahrul's wife a fee, of course he would give time for money.
Lais and Hartino finally decided to return to the apartment.
“So we have to what else now?” Lais asked, he has always been the decision maker, but this time he wanted Hartino to direct it.
“Is it true that marriage can make someone crazy?” ask Hartino. It was too sudden for Lais to choke on hearing it.
“Why did you suddenly ask?”
“Yes I mean, my surroundings became so clear about marriage.”
“Means?”
“My mother, she takes care of me alone, until now I have never met my father since I was six or seven years old. Then Alka, he was abandoned by his father and mother, even the father lied to his wife to stay safe and survive all the attacks of his enemy. Alu Syahrul, is not as bad as a husband, he is someone who has been in your life? You should at least pay your last respects, not rush to finish the relationship and leave.”
“I don't know what a heavy wedding is, but all I know is, if you marry because you love each other, then all you can skip.”
“Who said? I knew from my mother's case files that the people who hired my mother's services for the divorce and took care of the property were once people who loved each other. Why are they like strangers now? Why are they attacking each other? Forget them that love ever existed.”
“Means there has never been a love of Har.”
“You mean?”
“They lie, the highest level of love that, never fade, never disappear or even decrease, then if people say love, but still leave, hurt and even kill, it is not love.”
“Need, if you don't need it, then goodbye. Love never looks at conditions and circumstances, love is love. Good night Har, I'm so tired, I want to rest.” Lais pamit's.
“Ya, good night. It would be ideal if everyone thought like you, so there would never be anyone stuck again.” Har is finally back in contention with his laptop, as he wants to solve this problem soon.
The morning came, Hartini and Lais were already somewhere, this morning, Hartino woke Lais up because there was something he wanted to say, then after, an hour later they were in this place.
“You were with Syahrul before his death right?”
Hartino turned out to have found the man he said encouraged Syahrul, he was an employee at the old place Syahrul had worked.
“What are you talking about, I don't understand.”
“You're the one, right?” Hartino forced again.
“Not, I never met Syahrul on that crossing bridge.”
“I never said that you met him on the bridge crossing, I only said at his death.”
“Ka .. You said what! the news of his death is clear! Everyone knows, on that bridge he died, so I said on that bridge.”
“You pushed him right Sir?” Hartino guessed right away.
“I! wh-wh-what for? we were friends and we never had a fight or disagreement before, so where could I have killed him. Then, if I did kill him, why didn't the police question me?” The man is tickling.
“You want the police to question you? I can set it up, because I found very accurate evidence proving it was you.” Hartino.
“I don't care, I didn't kill him, he killed himself.” The man then stood up, he left the street where Hartino and Lais confronted him when he was going to his office.
“Why are you so sure he did it?” Lais asked, this time they were somewhere else, in the index of his wife Syahrul.
“I was last night browsing the dark web, I found a CCTV photo that accidentally recorded when Syahrul was riding the bridge crossing, from someone's car, he commented on the dark web that he had the recording, inadvertently CCTV in his car recorded Syahrul and the man climbed onto the crossing bridge as the man drove his car. I contacted the person who commented last night and bought the picture. After he sent the picture, it was Syahrul but unfortunately, the face of the perpetrator was not visible.
I improved the photo by improving the image imaging with re-imaging techniques, where possibilities were included, and then looking for the best fit. This imaging technique is done by a program that has not been launching, I am the first person to try it as a Tester, a software company in our country, does always trust me to try their new program, they said, this program is very useful.
I discovered the high probability of this man, the color of the clothes he was wearing and the type of clothes he was wearing.
From there I searched Syahrul social media, then looked for his friends, starting from school friends, home friends and lastly office friends.
The man we met, I'm sure he was the killer, because I found a photograph in which the killer man was wearing the exact same suit on the day of the murder. Turns out it was his gym shirt.”
“Wah ... This new great!” Lais was fascinated to hear it.
“Ya, I am indeed smart.” Hartino smiled with satisfaction, because Lais always humbled him yesterday.
“Then, from all that evidence you're sure he killed her?”
“Yes, of course, like you said, drunk people can't walk straight, so it's certain that he pushed from the bridge.”
“But all that evidence can't be used as a tool that proves he pushed it right?”
“Ya, but it can be used as a runway.”
“Har, your way is great, but we still have not found the reason, the reason he killed Syahrul what?”
“Ya may be employee competition, romance, money. Classic things that have always been the reason people kill.”
“I think we should meet him, we should provoke him to talk.” Lais excited.
“Means we're here Lais, we'll keep an eye on his wife Syahrul, I'm sure it's about love triangle.”
“Har, you are very possessive with people's love life, your focus becomes too thick on this part.”
“I'm sure, you see, I must be right.” Hartino insisted.