
The mysterious man who covered his face with a black mask then opened his mask when it arrived just below the woman we were already hanging on a tree.
“K-you r-apparently. W-why do k-you m-do i-it p-me?” said the woman in a stammering voice. Because of the difficulty of talking with the neck entangled, especially the incoming oxygen supply is getting thin.
The man only published a smirk. “Go to the paradise you are looking for.” Quickly, he pulled the unraveling rope to the ground near his feet.
He pulled it strong and made the woman's neck even more choked. And only then did he remove the rope from his hand after the woman in front of him limp also moved again.
***
In Hawaii....
“Carl, we've arrived. Why don't you come down too?” briptu Scarlet.
It's been 10 minutes of landing. Even the passengers of the plane were getting less and less.
Detective Carl somehow still survives in his seat. Even this time he returned to leaning on the chair he was sitting in with relaxed and calm.
“Carl, you told me yourself to forget for a moment the problems in Switzerland and focus on our holiday,” said Briptu Scarlet.
“Whatever why, my feeling doesn't taste good. Did something bad happen there?”
To be honest, Detective Carl just suddenly feels like something is going on in his place. Even though he doesn't know exactly what it is. It feels like he just went back to Switzerland.
“That's enough! If you continue like this then I will completely abandon you. You know I've spent a lot of my time in half my busy life for your sake.” Briptu Scarlet was caught off guard and started to be furious.
Detective Carl then immediately removed the seat belt that was still attached to his body after hearing the threat from his woman just now.
“We're down now if so.” He immediately stood up and pulled Briptu Scarlet's arm down from the plane. “Do not return to Switzerland, Dear.”
Briptu Scarlet only commented that a thin smile had managed to bring her man's consciousness.
***
“Where's Isabelle? I haven't seen him since this morning,” said one woman.
This morning he saw his daughter going out alone in the morning to take a walk in the oxygen-free air, in the garden near the house.
“Maybe he found a cherry in the middle of the trip and was picking it,” said one man.
Isabelle does like the small red fruit is also watery. I don't know what makes his daughter so much like the mini fruit the size of the marble.
Even some of its attributes are also designed in the form of tiny fruits. He found the fruit in the forest. You can imagine how much time he would spend there.
“Tom, try to find Isabelle. My feelings are not good,” timpal the woman.
The husband nodded then went out of the house to the forest that was there.
With his high message and wide footsteps he quickly arrived at his destination.
“I found a cherry tree here. Means Isabelle's around here somewhere. Maybe he's not far from this tree.” Tom paused for a moment and sped up the run afterwards.
Sure enough after he walked there were many cherry trees there. The net is then locked onto a basket filled to the brim by a cherry.
But the feeling was bad when he saw the basket lying on the ground with some of its contents falling to the ground.
“Did something happen to Isabelle?” screech, pick up some fallen fruit.
The feeling only got worse when he saw the wet footprints there. “Is this Isabelle's footprint?” The corner of his eyes shriveled instantly staring at where the footprints were pointing.
“Isabelle! Where are you?” Tom ran back following the wet footprints he saw.
Tom looked more worried. Because repeatedly he called his daughter's name there was no voice that answered his call.
The footprints ended up in a tree. How surprised he was to see a figure hanging from a tree in a white shirt that Isabelle was wearing. Also his haircut is very similar to his daughter.
“Isabelle! Isabelle, Daddy's coming. Relax, I'll drop you off.” He quickly took Isabelle down from the tree.
“No!” The man screamed hysterically hugging Isabelle whose body was pale, cold and stiff with eyes still wide open.