Detective Horror
Chapter 1 - Death Comes to the Pick Up
Death is a mystery.
When it came, no one knew.
People can only wait and wait...
Until the time comes, death comes to fetch.
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The night sky was so thick. The moon hides in the silence of the night. Cold air runs through the entire atmosphere of the night which is covered by a million mysteries.
On a ship docked at the container port, there was a very fierce battle.
The sound of bullets rattling against each other was heard among the thick puffs of smoke. There were several people dressed in all black, throwing Molotov cocktails at two men who were pressed.
Pratama and his partner, Zulfikar Zainal, are two very reliable police intelligence officers. They are unpacking a case involving high-class mobsters in the country.
Their disguises were exposed and their identities were already known to the mafia who were chasing them. A banpol, who turns out to be an undercover mob member, has revealed their identity. Now they are trapped by the evil plans of the mafia.
Dor!!!
A bullet shot out and penetrated into the heart of the Priest. The steward fell down.
Finding the servant had collapsed, Zulfikar immediately carried the body of his best friend. Meanwhile, the bullet attack continues to lead to him. A bullet hit his stomach. He immediately dropped his best friend's body into the sea, then he also immediately dropped himself.
"It looks like they're dead" said a man dressed in black and wearing a mask covering part of his lower face.
"Let's go, before the cops come!" said another mafia member.
The mob members dressed all in black, immediately left the place.
While dragging the body of the Servant, Zulfikar painstakingly swam to the edge. He felt a great pain, caused by a bullet lodged in his stomach. Coupled with the splashing of the wound by sea water.
A few minutes later, help arrived. Several police cars and an ambulance arrived.
Before getting into the mafia trap, the flight attendant had indeed contacted the headquarters to give a report.
But unfortunately, the life of the servant can no longer be saved. He was dead when the bullet went through his heart.
Medics covered the body of the steward with a white sheet of cloth. Zulfikar, who was in the same ambulance, wept at the dead body of his friend. He fainted because he could not stand the pain in his stomach.
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Zulfikar is now in the hospital room of a hospital. He had undergone surgery to remove a bullet lodged in his stomach. His condition is starting to improve.
"Preparator?" ask her in a weak tone.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" his visiting colleague looked down in lethargy.
"Why did you leave so soon, Pram? You're very young. Never mind getting married, even you don't have a girlfriend yet" lamented Zulfikar. He could not contain his sadness. Pramuja is a friend of his life for him.
"That's already a risk to our work. You are patient, Zul," said his visiting friend, patting Zulfikar on the shoulder still lying down.
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The yellow flag is on display at the house. The body of the flight attendant covered with a piece of rag, has been surrounded by family and friends.
The steward's parents refused to perform an autopsy on his son's body.
Although there was a heated debate, the police finally agreed to the request of the parents of the Pramuja not to perform an autopsy.
The doctor just took out a bullet and stitched the wound neatly. His body was treated like a living patient.
Zulfikar came with the help of a wheelchair driven by one of his colleagues. Although not yet allowed to leave the hospital, but he still forced to go to the funeral of his best friend.
Zulfikar's colleagues, helped him sit beside the body of the steward.
"I'm sorry Pram! I cannot protect you until the end" lamented Zulfikar. Tears flowed from both of his eyes.
"Already, Zul. This is the fate of the king. Don't blame yourself." His father Pramuja patted Zulfikar on the back, trying to stiffen him. In fact, he himself was devastated to see the tragic death of his son.
"Mom has forbidden you from being a cop. You are a smart child, you should choose to be a doctor only," lamented the mother of the Steward full of regret. Tears were constantly melting on her cheeks.
"That's it, ma'am, that's a steward's choice. We can not prohibit what he had aspired to since childhood," said the father of the Pramuja bitterly.
Pramuja's father, assisted by several families and pallbearers, began to prepare to bathe the body of the priest.
As a friend, Zulfikar was also eager to help bathe the body of the Master. Post-operative conditions, making Zulfikar can not do that. He was forced to miss the last chance to be on the side of the steward.
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