For You Who Do Not Look In The Eye
Chapters 4. Behind the Mortal Reality
No one thought that such an event would befall them. It means that the world is not really safe to live in, fellow humans do not mean they can understand each other, just that they are quite a bit selfish about what they achieve.
His chest was quite pounding as they walked into the office full of officers, it's natural for a little girl because it's full of adults and since yesterday's incident, it's been a temporary trauma.
"So Mr Vicktor, can you tell me the chronology of what happened?" one of them asked.
The man with the tag name in his right pocket parallel to the heart it says Bernard Shaw he was the one who asked that. The body is quite contained can be said to be fat if at a glance. His hands are nimble he plays a mouse to run the computer in front of his screen.
"A man in a jacket is trying to take something from me,"
Her lips were slightly broken, her eyes were dry and red, all agreeing that it looked like a panda's eye. No one knows who first gave the nickname to the person who had the dark circles. Panda is a lazy animal.
Her heart was quite agitated because her girl was in a different room, whether what made her torn apart maybe it was a shadowy memory of the trauma was quite terrible, he said, there is nothing more terrible than the past.
"What is this thing? Why would he want to steal that from you?"
"So, I'm pretty sure this has something to do with my wife, because this thing she once wanted to have."
A wide variety of feelings appear in the form of visually sad, grinning, trusting, and feeling suspicious. It is worth it to be found in real and crazy. Even if he said that he did not feel inferior to anything.
Barnard Shaw took an elastic rubber glove and carefully examined the object he handed over and tried to digest the contents of the robber's head "What is this key he took?" he thought less more.
The unique pattern carved on a cloth board is like a Pandora luring evil spirits and the key may contain a whisper of a dark demon asking to be set free.
"It looks like I can't keep this thing as evidence, too many memories in it right?"
"Hummm ... I think so," didn't know to be honest or lying because it wasn't entirely hers.
"Alright then, I'll photograph it as evidence." the young man was like an apprentice.
The investigation continues to be expanded with the characteristics of men who have been described previously, including being able to be unconcerned about the case and take it lightly. Which world should I trust.
The two men finally met, relieved and calm came uninvited it was the best thing. There was nothing to worry about his smile still staying there like he was born. The female officer waved her hand she replied to him similarly.
"Did he ask you something?"
"Not really, she just asked what it's like to live with you."
"Ohh," trying hard and staying awake, his eyes were fixed on the highway. "So what's your answer?'
"Boring."
"Hey, we're not going to buy any more specials!" with her faint sneaky eyes she tried to refrain from laughing.
"Haha," tickling in his stomach helplessly suppressed his laughter, "just kidding, I said you stink of alcohol."
"There's no good answer from either."
The food is served, the beautiful service is always shaking his hips after he finished delivering the order, it's a kind of magic for appetite eater for some people but who knows he has hemorrhoid problem in his ass.
The man in the jacket could have wandered around the two of them. The choice is quite dangerous to eat out, but there is no option for men who cannot cook becomes a challenge to survive relying on others.
Staring at the face that devours the special menu is quite unique even though it is seen many times never bored, the menu is quite large but still it is a children's menu. Occasionally a sharp gaze is fixed on suspicious gestures just to be alert for danger.
"Hey, let's go home today."
"Ah, well certainly." The rejection in his heart was tempered by the incident that occurred.
The television at home began to talk about unimportant things, a kind of government cabinet change and a vision of the mission that was just a sleep fairy tale. It should take a beer in the refrigerator lined with four more cans, remembering the words of Amelia earlier this afternoon, it was a hard slap for father on his cheek a little slashing in heart.
All the gaps are closed, though, even the violent night wind needed permission to enter his house even the night ruler was confused but there was a crack in the wall just above almost approaching the roof that was the only hope of moonlight to stop by into it.
The second time sleeping together it feels so warm like on a stretch of grass that summer is the moment when each other falls in love, the shadow of that smile always haunts him at all times even when Anastasya disappears the smile remains there he is sleeping beside him.
The beautiful dream faded away as if he knew he was not a reality, went away and would never come again.
His mentality was a little shaky when the knock on the door came back and it was a distraction from a moment that would never materialize. Heard every sound that was knocked but there was no intention to approach him.
But curious remains a part of the human being, getting off the bed slowly so that his daughter does not wake up. Vicktor walks into the kitchen to bring a rusty knife that he never uses again, his steps settles like a hunting cat. Looking up at the window, who would have thought that she was Angelica's mother.
"I wonder if there's any need for him to come here?"
When going back to sleep - shocked half dead instead of playing something standing right behind before realizing that it was Amelia, the knife held in hand was ready to stab.
"Are you awake?"
"I just want to go to the toilet" his sigh was full of sleepiness.
His heartbeat never stopped for a few minutes, even to the point of pouring cold sweat. Symptoms of anxiety attack for all people who do not have a history though.
Amelia has finished and will return, she is indeed quite timid if even forced herself she can do it without being accompanied. When the foot set the first stairs, the knock on the door again appeared like Angelica's mother did have a certain business that made her come here in a quarter of the night.
The same thing before opening the door, Vicktor peeked at the window and what he saw was a face full of wounds and blood stuck to the panicked glass and ran towards Amelia. The man carried a firearm and shot towards the keyhole. Panic swept through the room, plus the shrill screams of the girl made Vicktor feel insane.
When he realized the sound of his steps, it meant that he had entered the house. The only place that is considered safe is the warehouse, behind the old and dusty furniture is a way out to the forest.
"This door is locked! This door is locked!" screams Amelia in shock.
The footsteps continued to sound clear and increasingly loud, occasionally boisterous shots of those heavy firearms in the shots. That unforgiving killer was a nickname he deserved.
"I can't remember where the key to this door is!" connect Vicktor. "Even this is too strong to break down, damn it! What the hell, trouble keeps coming!"
What is in the mind of a desperate person, we will never know before experiencing something similar. Maybe the prayers in the heart continue to rage hoping to be helped, begging and hoping it is the same but it can be different.
"What key can it be? He's. He." weakly lethargic with no hope he pointed using his index finger right in a lockbox.
Vicktor was busy closing the door with items that were not easy to break down, various kinds of junk ranging from cabinets, doors and many others were stacked into one.
"You mean this 'Master Key?" taking the object in question and breaking the glass, the key came out very black, "i know this is crazy, but this madness we have to try." remember the word of the owner of the flea that the key is able to open anything.
He gave the key to his daughter like giving a false hope just to calm her broken heart, at least sacrificing herself was the highest father instinct. He was prepared to stand in the way despite the stakes of life at least the slogan of killing rather than being killed was better.
The ferocious beast managed to defeat the door and was now face to face, a long, heavy barrel gun on a todong. There was no sign of saying a word from his mouth.
"So this is the end of my life? At least don't kill my sweet daughter, do you want to take something from me? Just tell me what you want, at least not my daughter's life." There's no implicit meaning to her words that are sincere from the bottom of a father's heart.
But his interlocutor did not have a little heart, as soft as silk could not be touched he still pulled the trigger, his body was thrown.
Luwes' voice sounded a kind of call for the end of his life, in the sense that it was a fairly calm way of dying without any endearing pain. Maybe I'm already in heaven hunch.
"Dad! Daddy's! Daddy!"
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