Blackpoem/Black Poetry

Presumption

Wakapolri and Jikininki stared at Prili. Wakapolri was eager to grab Prili and get out of the room quickly, but strangely his legs felt numb.

"It's no wonder that a child can see me" Jikininki said. He looked back at Wakapolri and then moved one of his thin hands that had sharp nails towards Wakapolri's heart.

The hand then penetrated into the heart of Wakapolri. Together Wakapolri felt a great pain and everything became dark. He fell to the floor with fresh blood flowing from his mouth.

The Prili who watched was simply stunned by the clear water flowing from her beautiful eyes.

"The government of Mr. Raka is fulfilled." Jikininki said while staring at Prili. He then turned around and disappeared fading.

Prili approached his father's body and tried to wake him up.

"Dad, dad!" No answer from his father. Prili's face slowly frowned.

"Wakapolri was found dead at his residence this afternoon, regardless of the cause of death, police are still investigating. For a while he had a heart attack." A reporter on television. Jap, and Karma looked at each other.

"Is this a Black Poem?" ask Karma.

"Maybe."

The sound of the door rang out. And enter a man who is none other than AK with a laptop in his hand.

Door closes. "There's an important person who died apparently."

"The Black Poetry movement is becoming more and more troubling" Jap said.

Karma breathed. "This must have something to do with that Raka, I'm pretty sure."

Jap glanced at Karma before his gaze turned on AK who was sitting next to him and opened the laptop.

"Message me some Karma coffee!" says AK.

"Who dare you tell me?" upset Karma.

"I'm your guest now."

"Just do what AK tells you, Karma, after all he has data that might be very helpful to our investigation all along."

"Yes, yes" said Karma, rising up. "You too Jap?"

"Tea sweet angel only." Answer Jap.

"What do you want for coffee?"

"Black coffee" AK replied without turning his head.

Karma then came out. At the same time I turned on the laptop.

"I'm curious all this time you've been moving anywhere. And what's the point of moving on your own?" Jap asked while turning off the television.

"Mostly investigate the victims. Who they are and their profession. Almost the same as what the INU team did, it's just that here I'm looking more towards the pattern that the killer made from the beginning to the last incident."

"Pattern?" jap said as if asking himself.

"Yes." Yeah."

AK stopped to type something on his laptop, then continued. "Pattern about the death of several police officers: the death of Thirto Karma's father who is also a police official, the death of Kapolri and finally Wakapolri ...."

"What's that?" sela Jap's.

"The Black Poetry seems to have something to do with the position of office in this country, especially the position in the police. Eating it all this time I noticed some important people in this country. Whether they were involved with Black Poetry or not."

"so."

"The evil of Black Poetry is organized and difficult to solve, it is not impossible for certain important people to cover it up. And I'm very suspicious of the police force itself."

"AJ also realized that."

"Yes, I was expecting it, and he's smarter than me."

"Then which cop do you suspect, AK?"

"Some cops I've been suspecting lately after Kapolri's death. But the two names that I think have the potential are Wakapolri and Metro Jaya Police Chief, Muhiso. Two names are also likely to be Kapolri." AK opened the file on his laptop and then a photo on the laptop screen. Jap looked at the photo carefully, a photo showing Muhiso at a restaurant table chatting with two young men, who were unmistakably Raka and Ruru.

AK continued on.

"I've been stalking those two cops. And just got a little proof. But I think that's enough to show that it's true that the police are involved with the Black Poem."

"Ruru, he was involved with the Black Poetry, but about a person named Raka we still do not know it" Jap said.

"Sometimes I have trouble finding out these two young men. Before I finally asked AJ a few days ago."

"I see, what's the reason AJ sent us here so we could meet you?"

"It seems."

"So Raka has something to do with it?" said a voice coming from the direction of the door that belonged to none other than Karma. "I thought he was involved. Fuck is him."

"Don't conclude quickly. You better get the coffee here."

Karma breathed. He hopes that Raka has something to do with all this, so he can later prove to Krina that her ex is not a good person as he always said. It's so hot every time Krina tells him about Raka. Krina also often says that Raka is much better than herself. Even though it was just a joke, it always made his heart jealous.

*****

The days passed quickly. INU team continues to learn about inscriptions. Also the history of the past about the evil of the Mantra. They concluded temporarily that the Mantra was basically the same as the Poem. Both are words formed by feelings. And if the case of Black poetry has the same motive as the case of the ancient Mantra, it can be concluded that the purpose of crime is not much different from the past. The purpose of the evil Mantra was to form a new kingdom with an all-new rule of life. The writings of Jikininki in Black Poetry reinforce that these two events are related.

"The young man named Banga wanted to form a new kingdom under his rule. A powerful kingdom that can save lives. An unreasonable kingdom called the Eternal Kingdom" said the very old man who was the Key of the Beetle Mountain. Now the INU team returned to visit his home to find out about the History of Mantra Crime.

"What do you mean by Eternal?" ask Jap.

"Ah I'd better tell you about the power and the agreement with Jikininki first." Old Man took a breath. Karma evaporates, feeling it would be boring to listen to mythical things like this.

"Said the legend of the man who made a pact with Jikininki will later have unlimited power, or, more precisely, terrible. Just like Banga used to have terrible strength and a youthful body."

The Old Man continued to tell about the history of Banga and the events of the Mantra first. Long, slow and detailed. Until Karma must evaporate dozens of times because it feels bored. Until finally they all sharpen their hearing when it comes to the story of how to lose Banga.

"The power of the Mantra can only be defeated by the power of prayer from sincere people. That's how the spell can be stopped."

I crossed my thinking hands. "Pray for ya."

"Maybe Black Poetry can also lose to prayer."

TBC__