Pickup Transportation
Section 445: Cambodia 7
“I'm right, right? Is there an agent who made the victims enter the tunnel?” Hartino jumawa, because only this time the assumption is correct.
“Yes you are right, your nonsense speech does sometimes make sense in our business,” Ganding responded. Hartino bragged himself by posing as if he was a very handsome and clever man, handsome perhaps he was, but if clever was far below Ganding.
“Then what is the form of this agent, Dit?” Ganding asked.
“No one can be sure, because one of the middle-aged men saw it ...”
“In the meantime, what do you mean middle-aged man?”
“Gini Nding, apparently a friend of Dino, the online motorcycle taxi driver is known as indigo, after I make sure again, it is true, he can see, but the longer his eyesight decreases.”
“Why?” Gandy asked again.
“Because he believed that he was able to see because of getting karma for his crimes and when he managed to pay off the guilt, he finally believed he could not see again, yes you know.”
“He was not paying for karma, because sight could have come a long time ago, but was ignored, but ever since he felt guilt, he finally realized his ability and fear.
Then now that he is conscious, he feels his ability is reduced, then reduced ability, this is called a psychological game. It's just about how your mind affects beliefs, it looks like his own brain is playing a role and blocking his vision.” Ganding explained what the herd actually knew, there were so many people with khodam who were being treated related to this, Ayi once shared this problem in the book of healing for supernatural diseases.
Ayi said that many people with khodam are only able to see khodam or Karuhunnya like a shadow, but when treated, slowly their brains reopen their vision.
Ayi created this method of therapy specifically for people who were fooled by her own brain.
“If we can make the middle-aged man see perfectly, maybe he can finally describe the shadow as what figure, right?” Alisha said something crazy, Ganding was happy to hear it.
“You mean, maybe this way, because back then the middle-aged man could see clearly, but his brain locked those eyes with false confidence, it is the belief that he cannot see clearly after repentance.
But actually the brain also stores the memory of the original figure of the shadow in the part of his memory, because the original man can see clearly.
So what we need to do right now is, unlock his brain, direct the middle-aged man to retrieve the brain-stored memories, the actual vision of the creature, he said, not a blurred vision because of his confidence in the key by his own brain.” Ganding explained at length.
“Indeed can be so?” Aditia asked, Hartino agreed with Aditia's question.
“Everything read the book, the habits of the two of you, it is difficult to read the book, even though it is available at this headquarters, free again read it!” Alisha is upset because her husband is also like Aditia, does not like to read, Alka just laughs at hearing it, she can not argue because Aditia is not too fond of reading, even though Aditia is actually academically intelligent.
“Other times I might read the book, but sometimes the contents of the book I do not understand.” Hartino scratched his head.
“I don't have time to read books, you guys have time off when not handling cases, while I? when I was not handling the case I had to go to AKJ to help Ayi. Remember, Kharisma Jagat must always report about his condition to Ayi.” Aditia gave a reason.
“Ah, the reason you were Dit,” Jarni scoffed.
“She is indeed many reasons.” Alka agreed with Jarni, everyone was laughing, so the next agenda was, they had to meet the middle-aged man to make him able to unlock his brain which was limiting and blurring his vision.
While in other places, ‘agent’ was looking for new prey.
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“Where to Neng?” The rickshaw man asked, he went to the market as usual, was about to go home because he wanted magrib, but it did not happen because the woman with the black veil used just as long as the black clothes approached him, then a nod meant that she mitna was ushered in.
“Jalan Cambodia.” Cold answer.
“Oh yes, deket it mah.” The rickshaw man, who may be almost 50 years old, pedaled his pedicab vigorously because at home, his wife was waiting, waiting to be bought for food.
Becak is not a public transportation that is often used again, usually the rickshawman used his services on the basis of pity, because in some areas, even rickshaw is already prohibited, coincidentally in the area here, rickshaws are still allowed to narik.
“Wah chilled once tonight ya Neng.” The rickshaw man said pleasantries.
The woman just silently looked ahead, the way she sat was very graceful, one thing that was a bit awkward actually, this made the rickshawman afraid, but because the pay was good, she finally wanted to narik.
But whatever, the rickshawman can only hope that he can immediately deliver, then go home and can buy rames rice for his wife, maybe just an omelet side dish or tofu stew, his wife must be happy.
Since their son migrated to Kalimantan, married and lived there, the middle-aged husband and wife were only two, they were, his son never came on the grounds that the plane ticket was expensive and his son never sent any money at all.
Never mind money, reportedly never asked, his parents did not have a smart phone, but have an old phone that is just on the phone can still be.
The rickshawman kept paddling until the tunnel, the tunnel was bright enough, the grandfather often passed through this tunnel, so it was no stranger, but be careful, be careful, because this tunnel is said to swallow souls.
Not a rickshaw has entered the tunnel, he continues to pedal, until it feels already in the middle of the tunnel, suddenly the tunnel light turns off! The pedicab boy stopped pedaling.
“Neng, a minute yes, I am afraid to bump into the sidewalk, we go slowly yes.” The rickshawman pushed his pedicab slowly, making sure the direction of the road was right.
But strangely, the longer, why is the pedicab getting heavier? But the rickshawman kept pushing him, not daring to pedal in fear of being toppled over. He's afraid his passengers are wretched.
But the more forced, finally he was no longer able to push because of the weight of the rickshaw, what might be the pedicab stuck something until it was difficult to walk again, the pedicab maker then took something from his waist bag. He took a small flashlight, a flashlight that he always brought for backup, because even though his old mobile phone has a flashlight feature, but it can not be used anymore because it has been damaged, the phone was purely for the phone and sending a message.
The rickshawman pointed his flashlight forward, but it had not yet helped his vision with the dim light due to its small size, the flashlight was off.
“Duh, really dark Neng.” The rickshawman said as he continued to try to turn on his mini flashlight.
“You sure you want to see?” The woman who was all along the way was silent, suddenly said.”
Although a bit afraid, the pedicab maker tried to melt the atmosphere, “It's Neng, it's difficult to walk if it's dark gini, ntar eneng also until his old house, not looking for a husband?”
“You sure you want to see me?” The woman said in a very hoarse voice, her voice was no longer the same as before.
Therefore the rickshawman finally released his rickshaw spontaneously out of fear, he was no longer able to draw a positive conclusion to the frightening voice he had just heard.
“I beg Neng, do not disturb, I am not wrong anything, I am not wrong!” The man said as he closed his hands to his chest like one asking for mercy.
The rickshaw itself was driven by someone, not someone, but something, the pace was not tight, really like being pushed.
The rickshaw retreated, about to exit the tunnel.
“I am not wrong! I am not wrong!” shouted the pedicab boy.
He ran backwards, because in the next second, the rickshaw suddenly turned around, which had left him, now instead chasing him at a fairly fast speed.
Samar saw the female passenger still there, sitting with a grinning face.
At this time the woman was already facing the pedicab, the pedicab maker ran backwards and the pedicab chased after her by facing each other.
The rickshaw man cried and said, I am not wrong, I am not wrong! but the rickshaw kept chasing him even without anyone pushing or pedaling, the woman was still sitting there.
Just as his rickshaw was about to hit the old man, suddenly the tunnel light flashed.
Look what's in the tunnel, so many humans with horrible looks, all kinds of humans are there, no, definitely not humans, this must be demons.
That was what was on the man's mind, then he looked at his rickshaw, the woman was still sitting there gracefully.
Looking at the rickshawman with a very terrible look, he then stood up, slowly his body floated, the rickshawman continued to look at him, wary, afraid that the woman was attacking.
When it was high enough, the woman looked down, at the man while laughing, giggling and laughing and ..His head fell, suddenly the head tilted to the left side and broke off, then it fell right onto the middle-aged man's body.
The man fell down and could not get up again.
His wife's pack of rice he can't buy.