For You Who Do Not Look In The Eye

Chapters 6. Looking For What Never Is

The new morning had come from their eyes so flushed, it was already a kind of salt flickering. There is nothing easy going through the morning with just a beautiful nightmare. There was no passion of spirit, not even the motivation of the news as if some kind of chaotic warm fairy tale.

Just to trick others, a handful of cold water in the wash right on their faces in sequence do not forget to brush their teeth in front of a large glass that can enter into it.

It was hard to go through without saying a word, even for breakfast they used a gesture. Like leaning toast, "Do you want bread?" he replied by shaking his head, "no."

There's someone out there waiting and she's Angelica with her mother. The woman waved her hand brightly at the follow of her kinky daughter. The scene was not the first even time and time again.

The mini wreckage car was brought to deliver these little girls to get to school safely and precisely.

"Have you waited a long time? Sorry, our daughter was slow," did not accept the expression, Amelia nudged her.

"It's still early enough, to leave so just relax."

Seven o'clock is too early to go to school for them because usually eight o'clock is the right time to enter. Not too much trouble for them to come in the morning usually children of middle age play around with pile stones.

Quite annoying for Victor to bring a colossal car, he usually left it at the contact Master Repair workshop during SMU. The owner was named Isaac Julian, a shallow man of mechanical science who tried to open his own business as a result of which he lost almost two hundred million. Her grandmother even kicked out, she was already such a brave but foolish kingpin.

"Hello, man, as usual I'll drop off the car."

"Ohh," his eyes were stifled, slashing indistinctly, "do you need any repairs?"

"The last time you tried to fix my car into a tractor." laughed violently.

"Much better than this rickety car,"

"Dam."

Focus on the job as a reliable and trusted designer only a few clients need to be handled. Sometimes it is quite inconvenient to serve from one of them, apesnya again contract that they asked in broke in the middle of the road just because a little wrong in their logo.

That's part of a life there is no they are not only rations, let alone this job is not much in gandrungi because of its few customers.

Calm in the usual crowd met by tired people, Vicktor fell asleep at the work desk. All the lights went out except for his own seat. Seven missed calls on the phone made curious about the answer, there is one message that contains that Amelia has come home with Angelica because of a long invitation from her.

"Hello, sorry to bother you again, I've done a lot of work and forgotten about you." just to make sure that they're safe with a touch of lies.

"It's okay, they're all gathered here - in a minute dinner, are you coming too?" the voice in the phone is not very clear because of the gurgling rain.

"I'm afraid I can't make it in time, so you guys go first."

"Alright make sure not to be too late ... Uh."

The nights in the rain like this it was boring lucky there was someone's umbrella that was like intentionally in living on the shelf of the front end of the exit, most likely it was someone's umbrella who was still overtime. I don't care about it and would rather continue on my way home. But before that, he started to think of something strange.

Master Key is two words implied in the mind while holding a key, because being in the city of Vicktor wants to visit the famous antique flea shop. It was only two hundred meters away from where he had moved. The store light was quite bright, antique lights even the lights in use also participated.

Entering a store filled with yellow incandescent lights of the past can really make anyone nostalgic. Plates, jars, phones, even black cassette music players are inside. But that's not what you're looking for but someone who is hard to find.

Everything is antique, even the one who guards the shop looks antique. "Old man, where's the young shopkeeper who works here?"

Before answering he fixed the position of the glasses only to see a face that might be in no stranger. "who do you mean? Is that Wilson my son?"

"No, no, I mean the guy named Vincent is he here?" answer louder, thinking that he's hearing impaired.

"Vincent's? I don't know this guy Vincent,"

This old man is senile or he does not hire someone named Vincent, Vicktor gives a key along with the box to the grandfather hoping he knows something about the strange object.

He took a special tool to research objects that are considered ancient, a little doubt if the grandfather understood about rare items even he did not know how to wear clothes properly though.

He shook his head, "This thing is quite unique, can be sure this wood is about a thousand years old."

"Wow! Older than you?"

"Well, certainly older than me,"

- The old man was quite impressed to mean that this object was indeed the original existence, then who was the person named Vincent claimed him as an employee at the anti-floak shop that did not even exist at all. What kind of miracle is this key? Hallucination impulse? Or some kind of hypnosis? Pretty dangerous I think.

The night was late the words conveyed were like a promise he denied to go home not too late. Human instinct is again working in a crucial moment, like someone watching from a distance but it seems like a feeling of anxiety so there is no need to be confused.

The faster you walk to the garage to pick up the car, the higher the feeling. Trying to glance in all directions before finally getting into the car is something that is often done by others when alone at night. There was nothing strange about the incident but the other car in the back with a dim light came chasing as if he was aiming.

Vicktor just tried not to think badly about it while he looked for another flea shop that might have something new in the city. That fact is impossible even the car is tightening. Seat belts fastened the speed of the old vehicle is no longer in doubt, there are two roads cutting in front and do not know which one to choose.

Taking a straight path to the city back up quickly but Vicktor slammed the steering wheel in the direction of the other lane. Stopped for a moment to look at the car and he turned around. Even anyone must have thought that person was really chasing.

Only one thought, namely by speeding and entering the forest and running away from the car without a trace to Angelica's house through the back.

The whole house was shocked that no one had ever come from behind it took a few minutes before realizing it was Vicktor. Peering from the inside noticed who was chasing. Another madman emerged from the car carrying a long machete in a dull clown costume.

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