Detective Horror

Chapter 6 - You are the culprit!

Saving evil, like storing carrion.

Want to be covered as much as possible, the smell will definitely remain smelled.

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The night is getting late. The atmosphere in Kejora Housing, looked so crowded. The sound of siren ambulances and police cars made the residents scatter out. They wonder what is going on.

The steward immediately took the child he was carrying, to the ambulance that had just arrived. He handed the child over to medics for treatment.

"What is this Pram? Didn't I tell you and Zulfikar to take a long break, until you guys have completely recovered? Why are you guys handling a case?" AKP. Hendarto, the superior of the Pramuja and Zulfikar, poked them with a series of questions.

"I can explain later, sir! We have to catch the culprits first, before they escape," said the flight attendant.

The flight attendant immediately entered his car, then drove fast. While Zulfikar and Pak Hendarto, abandoned just like that.

"Hey, Pram! Wait for me!" zulfikar. He asked a police officer to help him get in the car and follow the flight attendant. Mr. Hendarto did not want to miss, join in the same car.

The driver's car has arrived at the place referred to as lightning fast. The pale face of the one who saw his coming.

"A...have you found the culprit?" ask the guy nervous.

"of course. I knew from the beginning that you were the culprit" replied the steward calmly.

The man tried to attack the flight attendant, while his other friend tried to escape.

The steward swiftly dodged the man's attack. He launched a counterattack, rendering the person helpless.

The friend of the perpetrator who tried to escape, had been arrested by officers who came with a car containing Zulfikar and Pak Hendarto.

"So these two security guards are the real culprits of the ghost woman's robbery, murder, and rape?" ask Zulfikar of astonishment.

"How do you know Pram?" ask Mr. Hendarto curious.

"They subconsciously admitted it to themselves." Preacher chuckles.

"When do I admit it?" ask the suspect who has been handcuffed by officers.

"People who commit crimes, sooner or later will admit it by themselves." The steward smiled meaningfully.

"Don't nag! Release me! I am innocent!" The suspect's man was struggling.

His friend who tried to run away earlier, just bowed resignedly with the same handcuffed hands.

"Please explain everything Pram!" Mr. Hendarto was impatient. Zulfikar nodded in agreement. He was also very curious.

"okay! I was saying that I came here to investigate robbery and murder. But, how did you know that the victim was a woman? I'm not saying that the victim was a woman" the steward said to the perpetrator.

"Da. from the news. Of course from the news." The perpetrator defended himself.

"That's even stranger. The person who found the body, just reported it to the police. He did not take photos or videos of the bodies, let alone upload them to social media. Police and journalists, there has been no lowering of the news in any media," the flight attendant replied calmly.

"A. I just guessed it," said the perpetrator.

"What a good guess!" The flight attendant put on rubber gloves, then forced the offender's hand. He attempted to remove the gold ring that was coiled on the perpetrator's pinky finger.

"There's nothing in the ring. It's just my wife's wedding ring." The perpetrator kept on giving.

"What a weird thing, if there is a husband who wears a wedding ring belonging to his wife. That's not the usual thing. Please explain to me, who is this Aidil? Is she your wife?" The steward showed the inscription on the inside of the ring, laughing mockingly.

"I.. that..." The perpetrator is out of words. He was no longer able to evade, from the strong evidence that was now in the hands of the Steward.

"Of course your name is not Aidil, this is the name of the victim's husband. Isn't it common to write a couple's name on a wedding ring?" said the servant again.

The perpetrator could only be silent. His crime has been exposed. He had no ammunition to defend himself.

"Huh, you're using your work as a security guard. Of course, you can easily make sure the victim's husband is not at home. You can also freely, enter the residential environment without suspicion. Even the victim can open the door with pleasure, because they trust you too much. You can also take away the bodies of the victims safely, then throw them at the edge of the forest. You also already understand the location of CCTV, so you can outsmart so that it is not recorded. Maybe you brought the body of the victim with a rental car," explained Praamuja at length.

The two suspected perpetrators can only be bowed languidly.

"His own fault was fighting and trying to escape. If he gave up his treasure and body willingly, of course, I would not kill him" said one of the perpetrators.

"The woman is not wrong. He's just trying to maintain his pride." Zulfikar. If only he wasn't in a wheelchair, it would feel like he was punching the assailant in the face.

The uniformed police immediately led the two men into a patrol car. When passing through the flight attendant, the perpetrator forced a stop. He whispered something into the ears of the servant.

"I knew the boy was hiding in the closet. I wanted to kill him. But I decided to lock the closet and the house. I want the boy to die slowly. He will die of fear in silence and darkness."

"Devil!!!" The steward threw a fist at the man's heart. The man grimaced while laughing creepily.

"Crazy basic! Enjoy your days in prison!" said Pramuja growled.

"Well, very accurate analysis Pram!" praise Pak Hendarto. He immediately ordered his men to drag the perpetrators to the police station.

"What a pity that woman. But fortunately his son survived" said Zulfikar.

"The victim's husband has been contacted. He's out of town. For a while, the child of the victim is under our supervision" said Mr. Hendarto.

"I'm still wondering how you found out the victim's home address. Don't we just have the word Melati, as a clue?" ask Zulfikar.

"That's very easy Zul. Isn't Jasmine in English called Jasmine? You understand that?" The steward laughed amusedly.

"God! Why not think about it! I've been just looking for Melati's name on the list of the residents." Zulfikar patted his own eel.

"The ghost really gives us a clue. If it wasn't for the ghost, the little boy's life might not have been helped." The steward threw his gaze towards the dark path.

From a distance, a female ghost figure in a white dress appeared. He smiled at the attendant, as if he was saying thank you. Thin smoke slowly enveloped the increasingly faint ghostly figure, then disappeared without a trace.

"Hey, what ghost? What the hell does this mean? Explain to me Pram!" Again, Mr. Hendarto raised consecutive questions.

"The story is long sir! How about we talk while coffee," the flight attendant, greeted by a nod from Zulfikar.

"Bas with you!" Mr. Hendarto also invited Pramuja and Zulfikar to go to their subscription coffee shop.

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