Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

47: Argh! I ... I ....

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

Shortly before the Whisk was discharged, in the hospital where it was treated, precisely in the patient's room ....

"Good afternoon. This is a routine check-up schedule for patients. Please cooperate with family and friends of Mr. Woods."

A doctor and a nurse walked into the patient's room, greeted people, and performed regular checks on the Whisk.

And during the Whisk, Alkaf, James, and Milla could only wait outside while looking at the other patients, people, some nurses and doctors who were passing by in the hospital corridor. There was no topic they could talk about other than waiting for the examination event against the Whisk to be completed.

A few minutes later, the doctor came out of the patient's room and said to them, "Master Woods is discharged from the hospital today. Please visit the administration section for further details."

That was why the Whisk could be in the apartment at that time.

From behind a line of police attached to the apartment door, Whisk and Haz look at each other. The reddish-browed man smiled sweetly, then asked, "What did you find?"

Haz did not answer that question. He turned his smile towards the Whisk as if to tell him: "Well guess what I found?"

"Can you give me a hint? You can find the evidence in there, right?" Whisk whispered a friendly question to Haz, making the long-haired woman giggle.

I don't know what Whisk and Haz do, only they know.

"That 'Top 1 Detective' title was given to you. If you ask me like this ...." Haz stopped his words, then smiled. Then, he continued, "It may be that the title will pass to me."

"I don't really care about this title. I'll just let go of this title for you" Whisk said, propping himself between the thin police lines and staring at Haz with his puppy eyes.

Do I look annoying in this woman's eyes? I hope not at all, thought the Whisk.

"Try guessing. Wherever the evidence is. I managed to find four. However, it seemed like the evidence was more than four. Well, since you're the chosen detective and the most famous, try to find all of them" Haz said. The long-haired lady smiled sweetly at the Whisk.

For Whisk, understanding a Hazelia Lify is harder than solving the most mysterious cases. He can only return Haz's smile and immediately leave the woman to look for the four things that can be used as evidence.

A trace of someone's hand? Whisk squatted where Haz had taken a lump of hair that neither belonged to him nor Jelkesya. The reddish-browed man looked at Haz, as if asking: "Is this included?"

Haz points out his index finger as a sign that Whisk has found evidence. He was actually planning to tell Whisk what he had found, but Nich was still monitoring there so the woman had to undo her intentions.

Whisk returned to Haz and Jel's apartment, where he found footprints on the sidelines between a television table and an Ottoman bench. He looked at Haz who had held out two fingers.

The more excited just Whisk to look for the third. He circled the entire part of the room that could still be seen from the entrance, but found nothing.

There is one thing suspicious in the eyes of Whisky Woods, namely: the unusual menthol candy wrapper found in Indonesia. He looked straight at Haz. Sure enough, three fingers of Haz were outstretched.

Whisk shrugged his shoulders as a question: "Why?"

Haz just stood still and stared intently at the Whisk, making the man a deterrent and not asking further. He planned to explain to the Whisk after they left from there.

And when Whisk reached a point, where he was beaten and slashed by Thomas Bara inside Haz's apartment, his head began to throb violently and a brief memory flashed through his mind at a glance.

Damnit. Why did the headache come back? And what the fuck just now? think Whisk. He pinched his wrinkled forehead and shook his head slowly. His sight became shadowy.

"Whisk!" call Haz to panic. "Are you okay?"

Haz knows, Whisk shouldn't have gotten out of the hospital that fast. Although his physical state recovered quickly, but his state of mind was still chaotic. He needs a longer rest. At least, not two days into the patient's room, then just discharged.

"I'm fine" replied the Whisk.

That was the reason why I don't remember anything about Hazelia Lify? Shit, just for enduring the pain of Thomas Bara's knife cut I forgot a great woman, thought the Whisk to be self-defeating and also hold a grudge against Thomas Bara.

"Whisk? Is that you? Are you back?—Whisk? Is that you? Are you back yet?" ask Haz. If the Whisk really came back then, damn it. Especially if Whisk remembered his treatment of that woman about two or three days ago. Oh, how embarrassing that is.

Haz's face reddened as he stared at the Whisk. His heart was pounding hard. He's waiting for an answer from Whisky Woods.

I would not be able to lie to him and also lie to myself. What am I supposed to do, huh? Tease her? ask the whiskey in your heart.

Unknowingly, the feet of the Whisk stepped forward. His eyes were still fixed on the figure of Haz who was in front of him. She was like a bride who wanted to pick up her dream partner.

Haz himself could not control his pounding heart when he saw the Whisk walking forward towards him with its distinctive flat face. Don't play around .. Is it hard to say yes or no? Does he want to play me? ask in the heart.

Whisky Woods, are you crazy? Stop stepping and don't confuse Hazelia, Whisk thought. But still he can't stop stepping until he gets in front of Haz.

Whisk kisses the tip of Haz's nose in front of Jelkesya and Nicholas!

"Hi, Hazelnut." And, those words were the first to come out of Whisk's mouth moments after Haz asked him if he had returned.

Haz's face is like a ripe tomato now. Mind fucked. He could think of nothing to say to Whisk other than seeing the man smiling sweetly—which Haz knew as Whisky Woods was enjoying his surprised face—to him. For a moment he nodded.

"It's romantic, but not so good." Jel said as he patted his jidat slowly.

"WHISKY WOOD! THIS IS NOT THE ANSWER I MEAN!"