Detective Horror

Chapter 5 - The First Case

That important clue, sometimes obtained only from a small movement or action.

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In front of Pramuja and Zulfikar, the morgue attendant is now standing. Armed with a police card, it is certainly very easy to dig up information from the morgue officer.

"This is the body of a woman victim of robbery and rape. This corpse, this morning, was found in the woods. There is no identification. Police are still investigating the identity of this woman" the mortuary official said.

"Thank you, sir," said the steward.

The officer returned to the mortuary office next to the mortuary.

The steward glanced at the female ghost who was still standing there.

"Where's your house? Is your son really locked in a closet? Well then, we have to get it out before it's too late" said Pramuja.

"I can't remember my address. Death has erased my memory. It's a good thing I still remember my son locked in the closet" the ghostly figure regretted.

"You can still remember your son, which means you still have the remains of your memory. Try to remember again!" pinta.

The ghostly figure was silent for a moment. He was like trying to remember his life before death came to pick him up.

"I can't remember it clearly. Melati .. well, the word jasmine just kept flashing in my memory. I also saw jasmine flowers. When I was alive, I liked the flowers. I also remember the name Kejora Housing. Maybe I live there. That's all I can remember. My time is almost up. Please save my son!" said the female ghost, then suddenly disappeared.

"What's that ghost saying, Pram?" ask Zulfikar.

"House in Kejora Housing and she remembers jasmine flowers. Maybe his house was planted with jasmine flowers," replied the Pramuja rather hesitant.

"Wait any more, Pram? Let's go find that place!" Zulfikar looks very enthusiastic, even though he is still sitting in a wheelchair.

Finally, Pramuja and Zulfikar decided to find the place. Zulfikar searches through Google Maps. It turns out there is indeed a name Kejora Housing. The steward also drove the car according to Zulfikar's direction.

The car driven by the steward, has now arrived in front of the gate of Kejora Housing. They were looking for a security guard post to ask permission to enter.

After introducing himself as a plainclothes police officer, the flight attendant was welcome to enter the security guard post, while Zulfikar waited in the car.

The security guard post is quite extensive. Size 3x3 meters. There were two guards there. Guests are welcome to sit in an empty chair.

"What is the need, Mas-Mas this cop came here?" ask a security guard.

"We are investigating a robbery and murder case" said the man.

"It looks like things are safe here. There was no case of robbery, let alone murder," the security guard said in astonishment.

"Is that right? Didn't anyone suspicious get in here?" ask Pramuja.

"Nothing, Mom. Every guest who comes, must report here. You can see for yourself, there is a portal installed in this residential gate. No one can go in and out without the permission of the guard" another guard officer explained.

"That's weird. I'm sure, this is the place" said the steward in his heart.

"Is there a house planted with jasmine flowers?" ask the officer later.

"Well, if that's not knowing, Mom. We were just guarding the gate. If the task around the complex usually has a wakar, it's also the task of midnight. If it's this hour, he's not here yet" the security guard said, pointing to the clock hanging on the wall. The clock is still showing at 8 past 35 minutes, at night.

"If you want, I can accompany you around. But I don't guarantee you'll find any leads. You seem to be in the wrong place. There can't be a robbery here, let alone the murder of a woman. The housing is very safe and peaceful" said the other security guard.

"Oh yes, do you have a list of the names of these housing residents?" ask Pramuja.

The security guard was looking for something in the drawer. He took some sheets of paper containing the names and addresses of the residents of the housing. The steward asked permission to carry the note. Of course the security guard allowed.

The steward is back in the car. Zulfikar was curious to see the results.

"How, Pram? Did you find any clues?" ask Zulfikar.

"Of course, I've found a big clue. Contact the nearest police station or headquarters immediately. Have them send a team to comb through this housing. I'm sure this is where it is. Do not forget to also ask to send ambulances and medics," said Pramuja calm down.

"Hey, did the security guard give any important clues?" zulfikar asked in astonishment, grabbing a cell phone and starting to contact the nearest headquarters and police station.

"Later to explain. Now, we have to find the victim's house as soon as possible" said the flight attendant, tracing the names on the paper he was holding.

"Where should we start? The names of the victims we don't know" Zulfikar said, tracing the names of those on the note.

"Melati .. look for the one whose name is Melati," said Pramuja sure.

Zulfikar tried to find the name Melati on the list, but the results were nil. No names of jasmine were written on the papers.

"Don't, the ghost tricked us. Come to think of it, we look ridiculous following the ghost's lead" Zulfikar lamented.

"Here we go! Block B No. 13. This is the place!" exclaiming the steward while quickly turning on the car and directing it into the housing.

"What'sthis? Not Melati the name of the owner of the house, but Aidil Gunawan and Jasmine Fauziah. It seems, they're a married couple." Zulfiqar confusion.

Not long after, the car driven by the steward had arrived in front of the house in question. There is indeed a jasmine tree in a flower pot on the front porch.

"Hey, you're still carrying equipment in your car right?" ask the attendant while taking a wheelchair, then help Zulfikar sit on it.

"You mean breaking into the house? Of course I always carry it. Just search the trunk!" sahut Zulfiqar's.

The steward rushed to find the equipment in the trunk of Zulfikar's car. After meeting, he immediately tried to break into the entrance of the house.

Click ...

The entrance is open. The steward immediately went around searching the house. He went into the rooms to check the closets.

Dugo!!! Dugo!!! Dugo!!!

There was a strange sound in a room. The attendant rushed to check the room. He went straight to the closet. Locked ... The voice was clearly heard from inside the closet.

Immediately, the steward again tried to break into the locked cupboard with the equipment he carried.

Click ...

His fingers were open and appeared to be the body of a little boy about 2 years old. The boy looks weak.

The steward immediately took the little boy's body out of the house. Zulfikar waited outside anxiously. He was informed that the police and ambulances were heading there.

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