Detective Horror

Chapter 22 - The Killer Genderuwo?

Sukma Dewi is now sitting in front of the Pramuja and Zulfikar. The cafe waiter had just served three cups of coffee on the table. Sukma sipped the still hot moccacino coffee in front of him carefully.

"What do you really want to talk to us about?" ask the attendant who just put his coffee cup to the placemat.

"Are you cops?" Sukma asked back.

"Not." The steward answered briefly.

"If it wasn't the police, why did you get into the police line at the scene of the murder?" Sukma asked in surprise.

"We are photographers. My friend has a 6th sense. We are often asked for help by the police to solve cases related to the supernatural." Zulfikar answered dishonestly.

"Oh, so you guys are kind of detectives?" Sukma draws conclusions.

"Well, you could say so too." Steward smiled.

"Top horror detectives." Zulfikar.

"Okay, I trust you. This one looks to have the ability to relate to the supernatural. I can feel it. Oh, yes, we have not yet met. My name is Sukma Dewi, just call it Sukma. I could be a psychic or a supernatural youtuber." Sukma introduced himself.

"My name is the steward and this friend beside me is Zulfikar." The flight attendant introduced himself.

"So, Mas Pramuja, who do you think killed the hanging dead?" Sukma asked a question.

"One of the hosts named Dion did it." The attendant replied casually.

"I don't think he's the killer. There's a supernatural figure who killed that victim." Sukma expressed his opinion.

"I admit, there's something odd about the scene, but since the perpetrator has confessed, the case is considered to be over with Dion as the murder suspect." The steward took another sip of his coffee.

"What clumsiness do you mean?" Sukma asked curiously.

"Treebed. Logically, the tree trunk should not be strong enough to withstand the burden of the victim's body. Seeing the position of the victim's body hanging by not touching the ground, as well as the body swaying it, the branch should be broken due to the attraction of the victim's body swinging. Surprisingly the branch did not break at all. Like there's an invisible force holding that branch." The flight attendant stated his decision.

"You're absolutely right, Mom! During the live broadcast of the discovery of the corpse, I saw clearly a black and hairy hand was holding the branch of the tree. It might be genderuwo." Sukma said with certainty.

"Well, even if there is a genderuwo who helps hold the tree branch, it still does not change the fact that Dion is the killer" said Zulfikar.

"You're right. The limb should be broken if it is not held by genduruwo. But even if it breaks, it will not make the victim safe. The victim was killed before he was hanged. The perpetrator first snared the neck of the victim to death, only then hung on the branch. After all, even though genderuwo helped, it still does not change the fact that he is the killer. Think of genderuwo as the accomplice of the killer and Dion as the brain. It's the same and will still be charged with premeditated murder." The attendant explained in detail.

"Hmmm ... So that's it? All right, I get it. I wanted to convey this in order to ease the punishment of the perpetrator because I thought that genderuwo had killed the victim. Turns out I was wrong. I'm sorry I wasted your time." Sukma looks sorry.

"It's okay. We are happy to meet you, Sukma." Steward smiled.

"That's absolutely right, Sukma. You are a famous youtuber. Every search video of your supernatural nature, must always be trending on youtube." Zulfikar.

"What if you were guest stars on my search show? There must be a lot of spectators who like you. Moreover, your face is quite handsome, hahaha ..." Sukma laughed crisply.

"Ah, you could have, Sukma! But I'm a good-looking guy, hehe ..." Zulfikar was excited to hear the praise of Sukma.

"You're such a narcissist, Zul!" The steward elbowed Zulfikar who was sitting beside him.

"What about my offer just now? Are you ready to be my guest star?" ask Sukma.

"I'm sorry, I can't now. We are not ready to appear in public. Actually I also want to keep this 6th sense ability a secret. Only the closest people know." The steward refused subtly.

"Okay, I get it. If you ever change your mind, you can come see me." Sukma handed a business card to the hand of the flight attendant.

The steward took the business card and kept it in his leather jacket pocket. Sukma also pleaded with the servant and Zulfikar.

"Hey, Pram! Why did you refuse Sukma's offer? Isn't this a great opportunity to be famous?" Zulfikar asked after Sukma's body was seen coming out of the cafe.

"That'll be very eye-catching, Zul. We're members of intel, so we shouldn't be famous. After all, the mafia members who killed me would easily recognize me if I saw me on youtube. It's not that I'm afraid of them, but I want them to keep thinking I'm dead. One day, I'm gonna dismantle that mafia syndicate and drag everyone involved into jail." The servant said seriously.

"You're right too, Pram. I also wanted so much revenge on them, especially on the person who shot me. If I see the culprit, I'll beat him to the hospital!" Zulfikar said furiously. He became very vengeful with the man who had shot himself and the steward.

At the place where he lived, Puspa was seen writing something in his diary.

"Uhuk ... uhuk ..." Puspa suddenly coughed, but he was not tanning or drinking anything.

"Hey, who's talking about me!" Puspa exclaimed in annoyance. He strongly believes the myth that when suddenly coughed, there are usually people who are talking about it.

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