Super Rich Detective System
Eps. 107 Shopping Necessities
At the Manor Gym, Briptu Scarlet and the rest of the police are waiting for the target to arrive.
They watched closely the gym visitors who came at that time.
It's been three hours but there's no sign of the man here yet. Maybe he changed his time, Inner Briptu Scarlet.
Repeatedly he saw a black watch coiled around his left wrist.
One police agent who knew the anxiety of his colleague and also he felt gave advice for him.
“Try just contact one of them.”
“You're right. I'll call him, now.”
After answering so, Briptu Scarlet walked out of the gym area. Purposefully. So that other visitors do not hear the conversation also fret to hear it.
“I'd better call Carl. He must also be with the two police agents,” murmured softly.
He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Detective Carl's number.
“Why, he never lifted it too?” the protest, until the last network of the phone is still not lifted as well.
“Halo, Scarlet. I almost called you to tell you.” replied to a voice on the other end of the phone after 3 repeated calls.
“Carl, we have been waiting for the target to come here but until now there has been no sign of his appearance at all.” reply quickly.
“I don't think the target will come to Manor Gym this time.”
“Why?” ask Briptu Scarlet.
“Target came here but again he came off when we already felt unmasked. Even so I have left a scar mark on his right palm, and it makes it easy to find the culprit,” he explained at length.
The call ended moments later with a smile on the corner of Briptu Scarlet's lips. Truly, a great effort will not betray the result.
***
On the fourth day of the mission, Detective Carl goes to great lengths to find the real culprit. He must complete his mission before the deadline ends.
Accompanied by three police agents, he regrets the restaurant he ate at before and meets the chef he suspects is the culprit.
“You order what, Mister?” ask waiter to look at Detective Carl.
“I don't want to order something but I want to meet someone.”
Waiter had raised both eyebrows not understanding who he was looking for.
“I want to meet and talk directly in person with the chef who is here.”
“But, Mister is currently our chef is busy. You can see for yourself the number of visitors this time.” forbid it, making Detective Carl is careless.
“We police.for a quick investigation get us to the Chef in question by Detective Carl!” hard without hesitation again.
“Po-police?! D-well. I'll drive you.” replied waiter frightened to hear the word police called.
Waiter then drove the four of them to meet the chef.
“Chef Watson, anyone would like to meet you,”.
The chef immediately turned around and looked at the 4 people who had come looking for him. Between the shock and fear, she ventured to ask.
“What police agent came here looking for me?”
“We need to make sure something. Please cooperate with us for the purposes of investigation.” said the police agent.
Although scared and wanting to refuse, the chef of the restaurant received orders from police agents.
Two other police agents then came forward and examined the cook's palm.
“There was no wound on the right palm of this man, as you said,” he said then looked at detective Carl.
“Chef Watson, I want to ask you How did you get that wound on the left palm?”
He stared at the cook's left palm that was still wrapped in bandages.
“This was due to an accident while cooking. The palm of my left hand was accidentally hit by a hot spatula after flipping the pizza,”.
“Sebentar.” Detective Carl is not convinced, and he rolls up Chef Watson's arms.
There are no snake tattoos on the arms or bracelets symbolizing a fish swallowing a bomb.
“You don't have accessories like this?”
A police agent shows a photo of a Black Jack member's bracelet.
Chef Watson rallied quickly because it did not have such an item.
After an hour of interrogation, they removed the restaurant's cook. He also declared the man innocent.
Elsewhere the police agents spread out to do an all-place search. Looking for a man with both palms hurt.
Daytime.
Sheriff Sherma gets out of the police station to go to the supermarket. His 15-year-old daughter just sent him our message of cooking ingredients at home, forced to shop.
The man in uniform walked in the crowd to the most complete supermarket there.
Three meters in front of him was a man walking leisurely with both palms wrapped in bandages.