Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

104: Imagination Friends For Investigation (Part 3)

#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!

A few moments later Cyan was silent. He opened his mouth and said, "I'm sure it's the cops' shoes."

Haz turned his head towards the Whisk, who was also looking at him. "What color are those police shoes?" ask them simultaneously.

"Qerza, what color were the shoes used by the cop? And, what are those shoes made of?" ask Haz.

It seems Haz is communicating with his imaginary friend. They are an amazing combination, thought the Whisk.

"The cop's shoes are dark brown. If you ask the material, it looks like it is made of leather. The shoes a policeman wears are of only two kinds: boots and leather shoes. But, most avoid boots in the dry season," replied Qerza explained.

"It's dark brown" replied Cyan.

"really. The policeman was wearing dark brown shoes. Do you remember the direction the perpetrator pulled the cop?" ask Haz, again.

"I'm sure I'm going to the left of the door. The door opened from the inside, they should still be there. I mean, the perpetrator would still be dragging in the cops. But, as soon as I opened the door and looked here and there, they were gone like they were swallowed up by the earth."

"Disappear like the earth he said?" Qerza seems to have a hearing problem.

"You sure?" This time the whiskey asked.

"Very sure."

After getting reassurance from Cyan, Haz and Whisk came back out of the room. This time they were facing to the left. And all they saw was a long hallway.

"What do you think, Qerza?" ask Haz.

"It's not possible at all. But suddenly I suspected. What did he say? He opened the door and checked out?" Qerza asked back.

"Is there anything strange?" Haz scrunched the part between his eyebrows.

Whisk knows Haz found an oddity and is chatting with his imaginary friend.

"Of course it's very strange. If I may say, he called you when he checked the window. He never opened the door to check and got out of there." Qerza.

"Except ...." Haz hurriedly opened the door of the patient room. The door opened tightly and made a 'Shelf!' sound!' the hard.

"Damn it!" Qerza clucked in annoyance. He and Haz have already changed places.

"What's wrong?" ask Whisk.

By looking at the whole empty room, the Whisk knew that it was all a game made for them. He could only shake his head, resignedly. This has already exceeded even the case of the international class!

"Fabella!" exclaim Qerza, call Fabella's name.

"No need to scream to call me." Fabella said softly. "What's wrong?"

"How likely is it to do everything in just five minutes?"

"You mean you beat the cops up and hold Cyan and Zenneth?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"If it were me, I would only take three minutes to do it all." Fabella answered very convincingly.

"Three minutes?" Haz was stunned, it seemed like he had a problem with his sense of hearing.

"Did you and your imaginary friend find something?" ask Whisk.

Haz looked towards the Whisk and nodded.

Whisk still can't distinguish Haz's personality transitions. Maybe because he was too lazy to study psychology. He was just studying his skin. Not like Haz who was so deep that she could read other people's minds. The reason Haz's personality changes so much is because of his alter ego.

"Show me how" pinta Qerza.

If you think Qerza is the most clever and mysterious here, then you are wrong. Admittedly, all the strategies that were inside Haz's head were set up by Fabella. He was a mysterious person, clad in innocence, gentleness, and elegance.

"No need to bother. The answer is the next room." Fabella said lightly. He was very sure of the answer. But, there were times when he could not guess something, such as when suspecting the twins Vinzeliulaika.

"This room is connected to the next room. Here's the entrance."