Don't Blame Me

Psychopathic

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Zoel has repeatedly tried to contact Floryn's cell phone. Unfortunately, the woman did not answer the call.

“Why don't you just call Martha's mom? They live in one house, right?” ask Widuri to her brother.

Zoel looked over with his worried face. “Already. She said Foryn hasn't been back since. Aunt Martha thinks that Floren might still be here,” Zoel said.

The answer was successful in making Widuri follow panic. He knew that his brother must be very anxious right now. In fact, his brother had wanted to drive him home, but Floryn himself refused. And now even this kind of thing.

“So what now, Bang? If there's anything with Ms Floryn how?” ask Widuri worriedly.

Zoel re-opened his HP and tried to contact someone. It didn't take long, the call was connected.

“Bim, are you busy? I need your help!”

***

At the moment, Foryn can only resign. He observed the entire house, hoping to find CCTV in one corner of the room. Unfortunately, there is no such thing as CCTV in the house of his late friend. At least, there will be evidence of what happened to him if there is CCTV there.

“Hei hey! You're still conscious, right?” jack asked after coming back from behind.

Floryn figured out what the guy was taking there. Why so long.

“Eeemp!” Floryn tried to talk to her mutter. It made Jack aware that the prisoner was unable to speak at this time.

“Oh .. sorry. I forgot your mouth was busy. I take that as the answer to ‘iya’,” said Jack with his leisure.

In Jack's hand there is already a flat box measuring 11 inches that looks like Foryn's ever seen. He tried to remember, but he couldn't. His memory was too faint for all the things that the box man had ever come into contact with.

“Eeemp!!” said Foryn again.

Jack turned. For a long time he was also curious about what Foryn was trying to ask. Immediately he approached Flory and removed the handkerchief tied to Floryn's mouth violently.

“Civilized!” floryn said after he could talk again.

“Hei .. keep your word or you will lose your mouth function to talk,” Jack said which sounds more like a threat.

After trying to remember, Floryn finally knew what the box was.

“That's Cika's jewelry! Didn't the police say the stuff was gone?!” floryn didn't believe it. Apparently, all this time it was still in the house. Apparently, Jack managed to hide the object very well and make it escape the police.

“You're so smart. Why would I come back here if there was nothing to look for? The amount is very appropriate, Madam ...,” explained Jack who has now opened the jewelry box and issued its contents.

For a while, Jack looked at the two necklaces that were already in his grasp. The shine makes anyone feel interested.

“At first I couldn't believe that someone like Cika had such fancy jewelry. Her husband looks stingy and calculations.” Jack took out a black pocket from his jacket pocket. “However ... on one night we chatted a lot about his household. Herman was out of town for work. We spent a nice night. Not like if there's Herman here,”.

Floryn immediately remembered the fraud Enrik had committed against her. All of that sparked his disgust for coming back.

It's been almost half an hour that he's been tied up there. His hands started to hurt as well as his shoulders.

“He is dead and will not protest about it,” said Jack lightly.

Flyn boxing clenched. With his current condition, he only bia harbored emotions. How could anyone not honor a dead person?

Jack is seen storing necklaces and bracelets from inside the box, into the pouch. Then, he inserted it into the jacket pocket with a zipper.

“Oke ... now what? What are you going to do to escape me?” jack asked as if he was mocking Floren. “You know, my passion used to go up when I saw you coming to this house. But right now, your body is not pulling at him. What can I do to you?”

“Entahlah. Looks like you just have to let me go. Although I reported all this to the police, they couldn't arrest you very quickly either. You are quite troublesome,” said Floryn without intending to praise the man.

However, the person in question even laughed arrogantly. “Yes, I'm pretty slippery, right? It's good that you realize it .. but, I don't want you to trouble me any more in the future. So, I already have plans for you ...,” said Jack finally.

The man stood up and picked up a jerrycan that didn't seem to be there. When Jack opened it, Floryn could smell the pungent odor that had often been smelled before.

“A-what are you going to do with that liquid? That's ... it's gasoline, right?” ask Foryn to make sure.

“Yes. It's gasoline. You know, it's actually a lot easier if I obliterate this house and you're in it. So, no more witnesses or TKP can incriminate me. Those cops also know that I'm in another city ..” Jack explained.

Floryn's getting restless. It can't end up in Jack's hands. Right now he hopes someone will help him get out of there.

“PLEASE!” pekik Foryn. At least, that was what he could do for the last time.

Hearing the cry of Foryn, Jack immediately put the jerrycan and moved closer to his victim. He took the handkerchief that he had released. Jack quickly put the thing back on.

The rejection that Foryn did had no effect at all. “Eeemmp!” The woman tried to scream.

“Ssttth ... done so. No need to fight .. There will be no prince to help you because I know you just parted with your husband, right? Then, who is that man? The guy who works at the cafe? If he comes here again, I will immediately eliminate him also ..” said Jack while removing a folding knife with a sharp tip.

At first, Foryn thought Jack killed Cika and Herman by accident, but now he just understands that Jack is a crazy psychopath. He was planning a murder as if he was used to it.

“Eeeemmmmp!” Floryn panics when Jack starts watering every corner of his deceased friend's house with the gasoline he prepared.

“I can't hear you, Madam ..” said Jack without stopping what he was doing.

After the gasoline in the jerry can was used up, Jack pulled out a bat from his pants pocket.

Netra Foryn. Is this the end of his life?

Clik.

The next second, the blaze that Jack had triggered from the living room curtains instantly enlarged. Curtain material that is not too thick makes it easily consumed by fire.

“Here it starts hot, I have to go, Madam ... and one more thing, good luck ...”

Seriate.