GHOST VILLAGE

PART 100: IT TURNS OUT HE IS

I am currently standing on a tree branch with quite thick leaves, but not as thick as before because some parts have been trimmed before by Mr. Mat. The bottom of this tree that was previously filled with bushes, there are no more bushes now. Yeah, I was up in a tree behind the school bathroom, the place I used to hide from Mr. Mat. Honestly, I'm still traumatized to be in this place from almost being attacked by a snake from the top of a tree. I began to circulate my gaze to all parts of this tree, afraid that the snake suddenly appeared from one of the tree branches. If I saw him first, I would at least have a chance to escape before the snake attacked me. Thankfully, I did not see the snake there. Hopefully he has moved.

The sun is tilted to the west, so the intensity of the light produced decreases. I can wait for someone to come to my place. My heart was pounding as I heard footsteps from the back of the school building leading to where I was hiding. I held my breath so that my presence in this tree would not be heard by the person.

[Sreet sreet sreet]

Eventually the person's nose sticks out as well. I staked out the movement of the person through the cracks of the leaves while holding a box-shaped object in my right hand. The man was wearing a brown leather jacket exactly with a brown jacket in the killer car of the Dance that had appeared in the view I saw. The man carried a black crackle on his left hand, while his right hand held a hoe.

"Oh my God, is Mr Mat the perpetrator of the murder of Dance? Didn't you tell me that I had to stay in this tree until the murderer came. According to my father, I will find out the perpetrator of the murder by looking at the thing that the person brought," I thought in my heart.

I watched Mr. Mat's movements closely. I noticed Mr. Mat from head to toe. For the jacket it was confirmed that it was a leather jacket that was in the killer's car, but with a jacket that he wears does not mean Mr. Mat is the culprit because it could be that he obtained it from the gifts of others or even from the killer himself. I focused on the contents of the black crackle he was carrying. Slowly but surely, Mr. Mat hoeed the soil in front of him, after digging about thirty centimeters, he said, he also took out the object in the black crackle that he brought into the hole. My heart was beating loudly waiting for the seconds the object was removed from the crackle he was carrying. My blood sighed more and more while Mr. Mat took out the thing while covering his nose. The smell of the carcass spread to where I was, I closed my nose because I could not bear to inhale the smell of bacin.

In just a few seconds, I could see the object that was in the hole dug by Mr. Mat, because Mr. Mat hurriedly closed it with the ground. However, a few seconds it was enough for me to know that the object buried by Mr. Mat was a dead cat.

"Thank God, Mr. Mat is not the murderer" I cried in my heart.

After finishing closing the hole, I was frightened because Mr. Mat's eyes had glanced at me. However, I regained my composure because Mr. Mat did not approach me, but he then left the place. Maybe he was just amazed by the results of his work yesterday that had managed to tidy up the tree where I was hiding.

The sun is moving west. I was still standing on a tree branch behind the school bathroom. Fortunately, the branch I was holding was a little big. So, the pressure on my feet is not that strong, so I can stand on it even though the tempo is a bit long. I reduced the pressure on my feet by leaning my body against the tree trunk. The risk is, my white shirt could get dirty because of it.

"Sir Rengga!!!" I scream in my heart.

It turns out that my guess is one hundred percent right. That person is Mr. Rengga, the teacher who built Ekskul karate at my school. He was a few meters in front of me with a hoe and a bag of crackles in both hands.

"Oh my God, what did Mr. Rengga bring? Is that something suspicious that you meant? No!!! Although all this time I suspected the rage of Mr. Rengga, frankly in my little heart, I do not want Mr. Rengga to be the main suspect of the murder of Tari," I said in my heart.

"Wouldn't that time Mr. Rengga was too small to be a murderer? Doesn't he have a special feeling for Dance? Couldn't he take the life of a special person in his heart?" I continued to suggest myself while observing Mr. Rengga who dug a hole that was located quite close to the hole that Mr. Mat dug some time ago.

Mr. Rengga has finished digging a hole as deep as approximately thirty centimeters of that meter. After that he took the transparent crackle that he had put on the ground when he was about to dig a hole. I carefully observed what was inside the transparent crackle that the head of the IPA laboratory brought. My breath roared but I blocked it with scared hands heard by Mr. Rengga. Curiosity and worry mixed into one in my mind. I still continue to pay close attention to the object in the transparent crackle, because that will determine whether or not this teacher is the perpetrator of the murder of Dance. Until this moment I can only confirm that the object in the bag of crackle is a kind of meat, but if I am asked what is meat? I can't answer it yet. And I must continue to observe the meat before Mr. Rengga buries it into the ground.

Mr. Rengga cradled for a moment the bag of crackle that is in his right hand now. This time I was absolutely sure what kind of meat was in the hands of my teacher. Meanwhile, Mr. Rengga had managed to bury the meat tightly in the ground. There was relief in the face of Mr. Rengga after successfully buried the meat he brought. This time, I had to take a stand.

Seriate

Thank you for the prayers of the readers during this time. Thank you also for the loyalty of my readers, although it has been disappointed many times because of the slow update, especially when I was sick. May your life all be filled with the Grace of Lord YME. Aamii...