Detective Horror
Chapter 7 - The Case In A Village Full of Flowers
The cases we know of, are just part of the tip of the iceberg. Actually, there are more cases that we don't know about yet.
Everything, still buried under the top of that iceberg...
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"Tell me what happened." Mr. Hendarto began sipping his still hot coffee.
"After my torpor, I have a special ability to see, even communicate with the supernatural." The steward explained as he took a sip of coffee in front of him.
"That's absolutely right, sir. Even the case that we just dealt with earlier, can be solved thanks to the instructions of the female ghost of the murder victim." Zulfikar explained.
"But still. I told you to rest. It turns out you are handling the case without my knowledge" complained Pak Hendarto.
"We're sorry, sir. It's very urgent. We have to save the victim's child before it's too late" he said.
"From tomorrow, you take care of the holidays for a few weeks. For a while, I won't give you guys a mission." Mr. Hendarto took a deep breath.
"Would you take any leave, sir? We can't go a day without doing work" complained the Pramuja, supported by a nod by Zulfikar.
"Well, how else. Look at you, Zul! You're still so weak, even the road is still wheelchair-assisted. And you're the steward, you've just risen from the dead. I can't give you a mission in the near future" Mr. Hendarto said.
"It's a pity, sir. Though the steward now has a very useful ability for our work," complained Zulfikar.
"You will not be completely unemployed. There is an interesting case in a village. The village was named Kembang Setaman Village. Reportedly there, many virgin girls who disappeared mysteriously in these 3 months. Local police have not been able to uncover the case," said Mr. Hendarto.
"That's an interesting case. I'm interested in going there." Pramuja enthusiastic.
"Hey, wait a few days until I can walk normally. I don't want to go there in a wheelchair" Zulfikar protested.
"Then come to the office tomorrow. I'll take care of the paperwork for you. You can also cooperate with the local police," said Mr. Hendarto.
The steward and Zulfikar nodded obediently.
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A few days later, Zulfikar's condition had fully recovered.
By driving a jeep, Pramuja and Zulfikar go to Setaman Flower Village which is a rather remote location.
As the name implies, the village is indeed overgrown with flowers. There are flowers that are deliberately planted by residents, there are also flowers that grow wild. The village looks so beautiful.
Pramuja and Zulfikar, have met the police chief whose office is in the sub-district. It was quite far from the village. Naturally, it is difficult to move quickly if there are cases that occur in the village.
The steward asked the police chief to keep their identities a secret. As an inteler, the Pramuja and Zulfikar are used to disguise themselves to hide their true identities.
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Pramuja and Zulfikar, are now in the village chief's office. Armed with fake business cards and photographic equipment, they introduced themselves as photographers and asked for permission to temporarily settle in the village.
"I very much welcome your arrival. The village is beautiful, but not many people know. Hopefully, with the photos you will take later, you can better introduce our village to the outside world. It's certainly very good to improve our tourism sector." The village chief spoke at length.
"Thank you, sir! We will take good photos to be published" said Pramuja.
"We should be grateful. As for the residences, I will prepare a house for you. Actually, it was a villa that had been empty for a long time. The owner, donated the villa to this village. The villa was well taken care of by the villagers. If there are guests visiting, we usually put them in the villa" said the village chief.
"Of course we would be happy to welcome your kindness. We agreed to occupy the villa. Thank you, sir." Zulfikar shook the head of the village.
The village chief ordered his subordinates, to deliver the Hamuja and Zulfikar to the villa in question.
"Hmmm... Photographer yes.." muttered the village chief, when Pramuja and Zulfikar had already disappeared behind the door.
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Pramuja and Zulfikar's intended villa is located on a hill on the edge of the village. That place is so beautiful. Overgrown with many flowers, as well as views of the village full of flowers under the hill. Kembang Setaman Village is very clear from the top of the hill.
In addition to the villa where Pramuja and Zulfikar, there is another villa that looks bigger and has a spacious courtyard. It was not too far from the villa they were in.
"If it's that villa, who's it, sir?" ask Zulfikar curiously.
"It belongs to the rich in the city. Actually, this villa also belonged to that rich man. Because he built a bigger and more luxurious villa, this villa was donated to the village inventory" explained the fathers who drove them to the villa.
"Is the villa still frequented by the rich man?" search Pramuja.
"It's very rare, Mom. But yesterday, there was the son of the rich man who came for a vacation in this village. He's still in that villa. He had not even been able to go down to the village below" explained the father of the village head's office.
"Thank you for the information, sir," said Pramuja, interspersed with his trademark smile.
"Together, Mas. It's key! Electricity and water facilities are guaranteed to be smooth. There are TVs and refrigerators that can be used to store food. If you want to buy something, Mas-Mas must go down the hill to the village below. But, it's gonna be night soon. You have to be careful if you go down the hill at night. The streets are very dark because there are no streetlights attached."
After handing over the keys to the villa to the hand of the flight attendant, the father paid his respects. He immediately drove his motorcycle, leaving behind the Pramuja and Zulfikar. In the father's heart, he did not want to linger in the creepy villa. What mystery is really surrounding the place?
The steward and Zulfikar, took their things off the car. There are also many preparations that they bring, including food. At first, they thought they would not get a place to live that well. Therefore, they have prepared food and equipment for camping.
The day has entered twilight. The sky is starting to gray. The servant and Zulfikar, have already entered the villa. Behind the bushes not far from the villa that the two were occupying, a pair of eyes watched them with a cold gaze.
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