Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

152: Another Strange Event

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

Haz awakens when he overhears the sound of a terrible explosion. The sound of the explosion not only happened once, but many times.

Haz blinked, expelling the remaining drowsiness. He leaned his body and looked towards the Whisk who was still asleep.

The explosion happened once again and it caused the Whisk's sleep to be disrupted.

Haz and Whisk stared at each other, wondering what was going on out there. Not a single one flashed through their heads. Oh, come on .. The digital clock on the Whisk desk shows the number at 04:55 and it's still too early for people to make a mess.

Haz and Whisk quickly get out of bed and get out of the apartment to investigate the explosion.

Across the street, a not-so-high building burned to the ground. People also started to look at it.

Oh no! It was a building where gas oplos! shouts Haz in my heart.

Haz whispered to Whisk, "That's a gas filling. Big explosions happen many times. The fire department had to wait until no explosion occurred."

Just finishing his sentence, Haz and Whisk had already heard a new explosion. The atmosphere around them instantly became frenzied: There were people shouting to call the Fire and Police, there were babies crying from the commotion, there were children screaming in fear, there were children screaming, and all sorts of other things. The atmosphere became chaotic.

Haz glanced here and there perhaps was a gaffe he could get. At the end of the road looks Iris and—maybe—Riyan as if it just came out of nowhere. The long-haired woman nudged the Whisk's shoulder and hinted to look towards the two troublemakers.

Whisk watched Iris and the man designated by Haz vigilantly. "Iris lives in this apartment" she said, Haz knows. "Don't you think about telling Nicholas Qet Farnaz to search every house in this apartment and its surroundings in order to find Zenneth and Cyan?"

As long as the Hassan Family, Haz and Whisk will always be in trouble.

Haz's mouth was gaping and his eyes stared in disbelief at the Whisk, wondering what the Whisk really wanted by ransacking the apartment they inhabited. Hassan's family also couldn't possibly hide Cyan and Zenneth in such an unsafe place.

"Sometimes, a Detective has to be simple-minded. This apartment is not impossible as a hiding place" Whisk warned Haz.

Haz gulped. He felt that Whisk's words had a point as well, but he never thought that Cyan and Zenneth might be hidden in the least awake places. The long-haired woman had already thought too far.

As the Police and Fire Department had already arrived, the crowd gradually dispersed. So did Haz and Whisk. But the restless expression of Haz could not be hidden. Especially when he and Whisk must go hand in hand with the Hassan Family. It felt like emotions were rising straight to the top.

The wordless whisk immediately grabbed Haz's arm and pulled him away as if it was completely avoiding them. "You need to be more patient, Haz," whispered the man.

"How can I be patient when I know that those bastards are criminals?" Haz whispered back with impatience.

To their dismay indeed, the inner Whisk cursed the two people who were staring at him and Haz suspiciously.

Whisk leads Haz until the two of them return to their own apartment. Even though it has arrived in the mood of the long-haired woman does not improve. They both enter the workspace and are ready to resume pending work.

"Haz," call Whisk. "If you want to find your friends soon, we won't need Nicholas Qet Farnaz either. You can do it yourself. Do not forget to take your phone and look for it in the area around this apartment. I don't know why I'm sure. You know this place well, too."

Whisk was right, Haz did know the apartment and its surroundings well. The woman took a long breath. Somehow that time he also wanted to listen to Whisk's proposal. He had been tired of working and thinking things through all this time, except Whisk, for some phase from the moment they got to know each other.

Haz nodded his head in response to the Whisk's proposal. He immediately got ready to run the action.

Whisk got a phone. From Fleur.

"Comme news, Whisky Woods. Iris Hassan est une fausse donnee d'identification cree par la famille Hassan." Without further ado Fleur immediately stormed the Whisk with the information he got. (As expected, Whisky Woods. Iris Hassan is a fake identity created by the Hassan Family).

"Votre grand subordonne a rezu beaucoup d'informations des Nations Unies" Fleur said of his pride. (Your great branch has received much information from the United Nations).

As Fleur bragged about his greatness, Whisk recorded all the information he could get from his one informant. Sometimes men with reddish gibberish want to protest to Fleur not to brag.

Whisk folded his hands while holding a pen like a knife. He exhaled slowly and stared intently at the innocent wall of the room impatiently. If Fleur had been in front of him back then, he could have guaranteed that he would have scolded the informant.

None of the expressions shown by the Whisk looked happy or excited.

"You look really creepy, Whisky Woods," Haz said as he returned to the Whisk workspace. Her hair was still very wet, but the Woman did not care. He sat on the sofa quietly. "Did that chatty Caller named Fleur bother you?"

A second later, the Whisk realized it was Fabel. He said, "He's just bragging."

"Qu'est-ce que it dis?" tanya Fleur did not understand the Indonesian used Whisk. (What did you say?).

Through Haz, Fabel laughed. "He boasted because you never praised him for his greatness in finding information! Oh, come on, Mr Woods! If Mr. Fleur was Haz, you would definitely think him great, "his god.

Whisk ignored the temptation thrown by Fabel. He snorted when he heard another prank from Fleur that made him want to vomit. Immediately, he exclaimed, "S'il n'y a rien d'autre que vous voulez m'informer, je raccroche. Et, moins de vantardise!" (If there's nothing else you want to say, then I'll hang up. And, reduce your bullshit!).

Whisk disconnects the phone call with Fleur.