Laboratory - Red

Chapter 53 Maria Aggy

"Aggy! You forget your lunch box!" Erina exclaimed from inside the kitchen, making me turn my head. The lunch box? Gosh darn. I forgot about that pink lunch box. If he understood, I just didn't want to be like an elementary school kid. Come onl.

"Oh, how could you forget? I told you not to eat food in the school cafeteria. We don't know what ingredients they mix, do we?" Erina tucked it rather forcefully into my backpack. Gosh darn. This early in the morning he was raving.

"You brought your sweater? Or hoodie? Or jackets? Who knows if the weather has turned cold."

"It." I'm a little bit upset.

"All right, we're leaving now."

I followed it, until the car we were riding drove at standard speed. The weather was clear this morning. I don't know why the weather forecast on television is never wrong.

***

I entered a quiet class. Everyone is busy preparing themselves by studying the whole biology book. Uh! Right too, isn't today a repeat?

I don't know. Care for the devil with that repetition. Even if I read hundreds of times the material in my biology, there's not a single piece of material I can understand. This is also one of the reasons why I feel the dominant difference from the Marcues family line-up.

I put my back on the class bench. I don't have any of my friends. No one wants to sit next to a boy like me. Autistic. That's how they call me.

"Isn't that a new release? Yesterday the PC was too expensive." Amar snuck in this early. I glanced at him briefly. Talk to Agam and the other kids. A gaam? Doesn't he want to be friends with me anymore?

"Dam. PCs with such models are still difficult to get. But my mother is still hard to persuade. Come on, I envy you for having a PC with the latest model." Agam answered. He's a little different. Really am. I've never seen him this big. More fun chatting than serious learning to repeat later.

"Well. I just pray you can buy, Agam."

Others chuckled, while the girls seemed to have also grown tired of the stacked books. They gathered together, talking about something else.

A gaam? You seriously don't want to talk to me anymore? Though I had thought that our 'friendship' relationship could develop into a more special relationship.

Well. Maybe this is a reward because I committed an unforgivable sin. I killed the daughter of a city official X. Important people who are very valuable to the city where I live. The office? Although I hate leaders like them, but if I kill my own daughter with no responsibility, I don't think that's true.

Oh, my God, this is really hard. Why should I get into this kind of trouble? "You're too young for criminal activity." Is that so? I will always remember your stupid slogan, Emmi.

The bell sings aloud to deafen the ears. The first hour of study is biology. Stupid, now I have to deal with repeated difficult problems that I do not understand at all.

***

"I was carrying the book in my backpack." I was a bit away from the crowd in front of the school gate. Our school was back in the morning. And the reason is still the same. There was a sudden meeting for the teachers.

"We're not going to the cafe?" I asked in a call with Mark Steffano's.

"The cafe we used to use is now holding a 15th anniversary event. So they gave free coffee to the newcomers. Yeah, automatically must be the cafe is crowded visitors. We can hear a lot, and it's a danger."

I let out a breath.

"Ah, okay. So where are we going?"

"I'm taking you to school. And we're gonna talk about this with Aryo."

Eh? Police station? It's an awkward moment, I hate it. But what else do you want to do? I'm trying to solve this problem by taking part in the Bloodfiend quest.

"b-good. I'm now in front of the school gate."

Mark continued to speak. But I find it hard to listen. Come onl. The sound of babbling children is very crowded, all classes are returned simultaneously.

"Aggy? Aggy? You hear me? Hallo-o. Any issues?"

"Sorry, Sir. The situation is crowded. I'll stay a little bit away."

I actually stayed away from the school gate. Sitting on the rocks while looking at the crowded streets.

"Hey! It's short!"

Shorty? I snorted as bad as hell. But I don't think it's from Mark. Someone seemed to call me. I faintly heard the clattering of shoes. Looks like he ran.

"Oy, Short! Are you deaf or dumb, anyway?"

I looked up. Is correct. Someone called. I just watched him for a moment. I don't know this guy. Maybe he's a senior. His body is tall and strong.

I clasped my phone, shrinking the volume. It would be very dangerous if someone heard my conversation with Mark Steffano.

"Our bags are switched." He handed me the same bag I carry now. Exchanging it? That's natural. Our bag color and model are same.

"This backpack, you mean?" I won't believe it just by giving it away. I first opened the zipper, and then checked the items one by one. He's not lying. All the contents in this backpack are not mine. Niente. Just men's stuff.

"Aggy?" I think Mark is impatient, too.

"Yes, sorry. There was a little little incident."

"Ah, fine. You can take the bus, right? I'm already at the police station. We have to move fast. While to get to your school to pick you up, it took me a long time to turn the route." Mark quickly explained. I let out a disappointed breath. Gosh darn. It's so hot today. My head is dizzy. I don't even know if it's still strong to walk a few more kilometers.

"I'm sorry, yeah."

I agreed by nodding and closing the call.

***

I sat alone at the bus stop. Occasionally wiping sweat in sweat. I've been waiting for almost an hour, and not a single bus has passed through the streets rather empty. His schedule was past a few minutes ago. I'll be kind enough to think. Maybe just wait a few minutes.

It turned out that I was quickly bored if I had to wait and embalm all the messages from Mark who was impatient, and Erina who non-stop asked me today. I know he came home late at night. So until half-nine o'clock at night I had time alone to take care of this mystery with Mark and Aryo.

I don't have strong instincts like Catrina. I can't think fast at a crucial moment like Mark Steffano. But today and this very second, I feel like there is something strange. I feel like someone is watching or following me. But who? I keep a close grip on my cutter, while cramming all directions. Lengang streets. This feeling is not as usual either.

Niente. There's no one. But for the next few minutes...

"God. I'm so happy to count down."

I choked, exclaiming stifledly grasping tightly at my cutter. Wh who? I heard a man's voice. But not too heavy. Is correct. I'm more and more sure someone's following me.

I stood firmly, carefully stepping in search of the origin of the voice.

"10 seconds!"

Whereabouts? I looked down looking. Under the bus stop? No. gabe. Above me? Not really! On the highway? Cannot be.

"9..."

I turned, found out.... that man again?! Who exactly is he? Followed me here. This is suspicious, already 100% sure that he has no good intentions by coming here with a relaxed face.

"8.." she approached me slowly. But not too close. The man who claimed to have his bag swapped with mine was leaning under a tree. Eight meters from the stop.

I prepared with the cutter that I slipped in my pocket. I looked at him closely.

"7. It's not like you're conscious yet, Maria Aggy."

Waitaminute! Does he know my name? How could?!

"Who are you motherfucker?! How dare you follow me, huh?!" I cried out loud bluffing (though I knew it would be free).

"6.." he seemed to casually remove the zipper on his baseball jacket, making it an outer that did not look like a person who was cold. "He is an independent criminal. Alias does not need colleagues or subordinates. But in return, I'm willing to do this."

I'm choked. It's hazardous. If only I had lingered looking at him under the tree, it might have been the same as opening up my defenses. For now, maybe ask Mark for better help.

The longer his attitude and tone contained the seeds of hostility, making me more shudder in horror. He must have a mission and a mature plan. But why with me? Is he in touch with old Mr. Marcues that lame?

"You sure have a plan in place, too. Just like me, Aggy. But you can't possibly win this session." Eyes probing. Like watching me carefully without a pause though. Me too. I watched all his movements. If his legs were to shift slightly forward, then I would immediately run away from this bus stop. It's a highway. There must be a gap for me to take cover.

Although my main question is 'how does he know my name?' It wasn't answered, but my brain was more busy working the gap out. Come onl. My cold sweat has washed my body.

"5... listen! 5 Seconds left." He exclaimed.

Whaties? What's five seconds? I took a few steps back. No. gabe. If I make the slightest move, what if that still-mystery plan works? Then what should I do? Calling Mark? But what if luring me to call my partner was one of his plans, too? I gulped, I should be able to make the right decision.

"Whoever dares to try to reveal his identity, then my duty is only one." He looked at me coldly. That look was really gripping. "That's with, kill him."

My body was limp, increasingly panicked with a deathly pale face and trembling hands. Could it...? Could it be that he was not related to Edward Marcues, but rather to Bloodfiend?

No. gabe. It's critical. This is real bad!

"4..."

He's counting down. It's like following the countdown on the bomb timer. Wait for. A bomb? Or maybe he planted a bomb? There's no way if there's such a crazy person and they put a bomb on the side of the highway?

"3..."

I think I'll make my unanimous decision. Ja. That'sallthatis. And I hope that's not one of his weird plans.