Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

124: Which Person was sacrificed?

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

Whisk sits in the driver's seat and delivers the plastic to Haz. He started the car engine to turn on the AC.

Huff ... a little hot. No, it's very hot in Indonesia! exciting Whisk. He flapped his neck with his hands. Even though the car AC had been lit and directed to his body, the man still complained of the heat in his heart.

"What's this?" ask Haz while opening the plastic that the Whisk gave her.

"Things that will make you happy" replied the Whisk.

When Haz peered into the plastic, he found 2 boxes of vanilla milk, a bar of chocolate, 2 stalks of lollipop candy, and 3 packs of Fitbar. The long-haired lady instantly showed off her row of teeth and thanked the Whisk.

"Thank you, Whisk," said Haz.

"No problem." Whisk was also happy to see Haz happy. I don't know. According to Whisk, giving something to someone else will increase the happiness hormone and that is what is felt by him.

It must be admitted that the hormone of happiness is also produced when one sees others happy. A study reveals this. So, do not hesitate to buy someone else something even if the price is cheap!

"Oh yeah, I just got word from Nicholas. He said he was at the scene" Haz said. He was busy with a straw of lemonade in his milk box. He drank the paper-white liquid very slowly, making the Whisk only able to shake his head looking at his manner.

"Want dinner first or go straight to TKP?" ask Whisk.

"I'll miss dinner. The meal with Waikit and Yudel this afternoon was absolutely crazy. Maybe I'll feel hungry around three or four in the morning. At that time, I'll yell at you." Haz smirked sweetly.

"I'm glad you can count on me, Hazelia. But, you never miss a snack huh," said Whisk, anxious with Haz.

"There's always an empty place in the stomach to fill it with a snack, Whisky Woods," Haz said. "Again, you'd rather snack than eat heavy food."

"True, snacks are more tempting. But, I ate a healthy snack. Salad, for example. Or, yoghurt," said Whisk.

"If I'm hungry at three o'clock in the morning, make me a vegetable salad." Haz wasn't done with his drink. He's still sucking in slowly.

"If I had the ingredients, Haz, I'd make them for you" said Whisk. He turned right at the crossroads.

At 7 o'clock past 31 minutes WIB, the streets were very quiet like the lane in the city died. Whisk can speed to quickly get to the destination, with care and meticulous of course.

"I have the keys to Zenneth's house. Zenneth never used the ingredients in his refrigerator even though he bought them. Tonight, you'll meet at Zenneth's house. His empu has also been taken somewhere by Cyan," said Haz lazily. He rolled his eyeballs.

"The accident was unnatural, Haz," Whisk said, turning their conversation in a more serious direction.

Haz also felt it, what the Whisk said. The accident that the car was in was unnatural. Totally unnatural. As if, it had all been predicted by someone. In other words, someone had already set it up and made it an accident.

Even more strangely, passengers in the car―, which is none other than Cyan and Zenneth―, can just disappear. Someone must have planned the kidnapping of Haz's two best friends.

"I see what you mean, Whisk. But, I have to make sure of it," said Haz.

"You know Will Graham?" Haz asked Whisk.

"Of course you know. I follow Dr. Hannibal Lecter, even to the original novel by Thomas Harris. I like it" replied the Whisk.

"I will use the empathy used by Will Graham" Haz said.

"Oh, that's h-wait! What did you say?" Whisk could hardly believe what he was hearing, that Haz would use the same empathy as Thomas Harris' character, Will Graham. "You're kidding me, Hazelia Lify."

"Do I look like I'm joking, Whisk?"

Whisk can see that Haz is very serious. She still can't believe that Haz can do it. How can Haz's psyche and personality survive when she analyzes him frequently from someone else's point of view constantly?

A moment later Whisk realizes that Haz has Ziesya, Qerza, and Fabella. Of course he could maintain his psyche at the expense of one of the three personalities he had. According to the reddish girly man, Haz is creepy. It turns out that there are only uniqueness given to a human and Haz is one of them.

"Alright, I believe in you, Hazelia Lify. Because you also have a personality that you can sacrifice to defend your soul." Whisk nodded, a sign he understood.

"Who do you think I'm sacrificing to hold my soul out of this empathy I'm using?"

Whisk seemed to think for a moment, before replying, "I'm sure it must be Fabella." He answered it correctly. Haz stared in disbelief at him. "What's wrong? Am I wrong?"

"No. Your answer is correct. I wonder, why are you answering Fabella? Whereas from any side, Qerza is the most suitable." Haz is intrigued by what the Whisk is thinking until the man chooses to answer that Fabel was the one who was sacrificed.

Whisk. He has no reason for that. But one thing can be ascertained by him, that Fabel sounded sad when talking with a personality wrapped by gentleness and intelligence.

"Let's go, I just feel that he was the one who was sacrificed. I can also guess that he proposed himself."

Haz could not reply to Whisk, they had arrived at the scene. A lot of police and reporters swarmed the place.

Shortly after, there was someone approaching the car driven by the Whisk. After a closer look, it turned out to be Nich. He knocked on the passenger window, right next to Haz.

Haz opens the window.

"I'm sorry I didn't pick up your phone, Miss Hazelia," Nich said.

"No problem" Haz replied.

"What's in your interest here, miss?" ask Nich.

Whisk says nothing, letting Haz and Nich chat. He's holding back his jealousy. Although Haz and Nich only talk and wonder about each other's interests, he is still jealous. Therefore, rather than the man with the reddish gibberish misspeaking, he would rather just shut up and let Haz take over everything.

"I want to check the CTF. If allowed, of course."