Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

48: Return of the Spy

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

[I warn ya, if you do not like my lapak like this labyrinth mending quickly lift your legs yes. It's not that I don't appreciate it, but this is my stall! And I will not tolerate a riotous person—Not because I do not appreciate, but this is my stall! And I will not tolerate people who are violent. Thank you.]

"Not an answer like this, then what kind of answer do you mean?" Whisk asked Haz. That annoying trait reappeared from him.

"That's more rational. Is it hard to answer yes or no?" Haz was inflamed while staring at the sharp Whisk. She puffed her cheeks, a sign she was upset with the reddish-blooming man.

"Is this not a rational answer?" Whisk raised one of his eyebrows, trying to tease Haz who was as hard as stone—, according to Whisky Woods.

"What you did just wasn't a rational answer!" exclaim Haz. His eyes met and clashed with the empty Whisk. His face is getting red. He immediately turned his eyes in the other direction.

What the fuck was that? Why do I feel like this? Holy fuck! thought Haz was embarrassed.

"It wouldn't be interesting if I just answered yes or no?" god Whisk. He really made Haz helpless.

"Call that an accident. I hate you, Whisky Woods," Haz said.

Whisk smile. Ah ... strange woman. He was clearly interested. But at the same time, they refused. What do I do to get him interested?

"alright. Let's just say I suck— I'm a bitch. And, just try to lift your foot for a second, Hazelia." Whisk tells Haz to lift his leg.

"What do you get?" ask Haz. Now he's the one who acts shitty.

"Other proof" replied the Whisk without much ado. "Want to lift your own leg or want me to lift it for you?" That question .. It's obvious that Whisk won't stop teasing Hazelia.

"You can lift it for me? No kidding!" haz shouted in a mocking tone. He seemed very confident that the Whisk would not dare to do as he thought.

But Haz's mind was wrong. Whisk lowered his head to avoid the police line and walked out of Haz's apartment, lifted the woman in bridal style, and looked directly at Haz standing up. There was a trace of the sandals worn by Haz and a trail of unfamiliar shoes—the trail had been there since last night, looking a little faded, but a little bigger than Hazelia's footprints. The reddish-browed man could recognize the imprint as a trace of a man.

For some reason, at that time the head of the Whisk immediately pulsed, revealing a man wearing clothes and a black hat. They met in the back of Haz's apartment. Thanks to the return of that memory, the thought of Whisky Woods was instantly fixed on someone long unknown to his existence. Tyas Reddish's. He immediately drops Haz off and goes towards the back of the apartment where he and Tyas meet for the first time there.

The situation behind the apartment did not change much. But it was cleaned up, so there were no more traces left there.

Whisk clucked irritably. Ah really troublesome! it's in the heart.

The suspicious Haz Whisk, who had just regained his memory, knew something immediately following the reddish-browing man to the back of the apartment. He found the Whisk was staring blankly at one point as if it was recalling something important. He did not ask, but only watched and guessed what the Whisk was remembering.

Haz assumes that Whisk is comparing the tracks they saw on the doorstep of his apartment and Jelkesya with the one he met a while ago. The woman doesn't know who, but she has a feeling that the Whisk and the mysterious person have a bad memory of each other.

Oh yeah, I can't linger in this place. I need to get to the dump before the workers can destroy the evidence I want! thought Haz.

Haz looked at Whisk who was also staring at him. The reddish-blind girly man's face was a little shocked.

Haz squinted his eyes and found that the Whisk was not looking at him but through him. He had no idea what or who the Whisk was staring at, which was clear he had to leave the place immediately and go to the dump. If not, it's his hope to find the next piece of evidence.

Something's not right! shouts Haz in his heart realizing why the Whisk was sculpting like that staring at him.

Haz could feel someone nearby. He wasn't so panicked, especially when he heard the gun trigger being pulled. Not like a whisky that has been shedding cold sweat.

Instead of being scared, Hazelia Lify grinned as if it was a fun game. That's like saying to Whisky Woods: "Yey! New game!"

He's nuts! whisky in his heart while biting his lower lip.

"One ...."

Haz counted without a sound. But Whisk knew the woman was counting.

I beg Hazelia, Inner Whisk while trying to shake her head.

"Two ...."

Oi! Comeon! Don't be afraid of that. Haz put on a scornful face. He was not grinning now, but was smiling widely.

You're crazy Hazelia!

It's not me if I'm not crazy, baby.

The two of them seemed to be able to read and reply to each other's panicked expressions—Whisk if Haz did something that could make his life drift, and Haz who acts like it's a fun game.

"Ti ...."

Whisky Woods's face grew increasingly panicked because Hazelia had already counted the number three.

"Ga!"

Haz hits the person behind him with his back. The woman did look powerless, but it was actually very powerful. Maybe his strength is almost equivalent to an adult man—he often sports, but lately mostly lounging.

Not yet had the mysterious person balance his position, Haz again attacked him using his right elbow. Followed the mysterious man's face. Eliminates the balance of his sight.

As the mysterious person is caught off guard by the numerous attacks being launched for him, Haz lifts and slams the person onto a hard paved road.

Whisk swore he could hear a broken bone.

Meanwhile, a man's voice groaning in pain was clearly heard in Haz's and Whisk's ears, possibly reaching Nicholas and Jelkesya's place.

Haz kicks the gun in the mysterious man's hand and is thrown in front of Whisky Woods.

Whisk can only gawk like a fool there. A surprise for him in just three short counts, Haz can think of a way to escape death. I gave up understanding it.

Haz crouched down and opened the hat and mask that the man was wearing.

He is Tyas Reddish!

[Yuh! Just this time the ending didn't hang like this. Wkwkwk. Once in a while .. Let's not be too curious ^]