Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case
51. Hunt: Whisky Woods Ver. (Part 2)
#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!
[Whiskey Woods]
Whisk then realizes that he left his phone still connected to Haz in the car, while he carries a wireless headset in his ear.
How stupid a man, thought the Whisk.
The whisk immediately got up from his seat and descended the stairs in a hurry. At that moment he passed by the male servant who had recorded his order.
"Where are you going, sir?" the man's maid asked confusedly when she saw the Whisk coming down the stairs in a hurry.
"Just put the order on my desk," said the Whisk, "I'll take the item left in my car for a while."
"All right, sir."
After Whisk picked up his phone, he glanced towards the car. It's not parked across there. However, it is parked a little further away.
Huh! She wants to play cat-sucking with me? I will serve you, Nicholas Qet Farnaz, thought the Whisk with a cold grin. He dislikes stalkers the most.
Whisk back to the cafe and slowly enjoy the French Toast and the tea he ordered.
It had been almost thirty minutes Whisk had not heard a sound from Hazelia. He himself is the same. Turn off the phone mic, because the atmosphere in the cafe is very noisy.
With the wireless headset still attached to the ear, Whisk hears a classic song that has been removed from Haz's flash drive.
Whisk plays the knife provided to cut the French Toast while keeping an eye on the moving car.
No one has been out of the car so far. Perhaps he knew that the Whisk was watching him, so he was worried about going out and seeing the reddish-bloomed man's state right now.
Whisk stuffed a piece of French Toast into his mouth, hummed a song inside his head, and watched everyone's movements. There's nothing to suspect. I don't know why he felt someone was watching him. Persistently.
No matter how hard the Whisk tried to figure out who was staring at him, he did not find the right answer. So, he decided to ignore his strange feeling.
Whisk paused for a moment when he realized that the servant he had met was the one who often went to the second floor, so he became suspicious of the servant. He pretended to enjoy the snacks and the song. However his eyes remained wary of the man's servant.
When the man's servant came down, Whisk glanced at him for a moment. And, their views met at the same point. It made the reddish-browed man convinced that the male servant was the one who had been watching him. He doesn't know what he's for. He obviously doesn't like it very much, of course.
"Well!"
Finally the Whisk could hear Haz's breathing. He also sighed, relieved by Haz who was fine.
"How's it?" Whisk asked as he stuffed the piece of French Toast into his mouth casually.
"See in the parking lot." That's all Haz said to Whisk.
Whisk heard it from the ear-mounted wireless headset while constantly staring at Haz, especially his mouth.
"You're so stupid." Those three words were spoken from Haz's tiny lips and heard from the reflection of a wireless headset. "There's no need to rush to see me. You will only be suspected. Let me just." After that, the phone was switched off.
Whisk's heart was pounding when he heard Haz going up there and going to see him. His mind had drifted to the point that Haz would be spoiled for him, which was obviously impossible.
It must be just ordinary acting. Don't be too happy because he'll see you, Whisky Woods. You don't seem to know Hazelia Lify's nature, Whisk thought. Still he's pounding.
Five minutes later, Whisk could see the blonde wig he had seen. Followed by familiar faces that are very familiar, the difference is only the addition of freckles made using foundation and BB cream.
Almost the same as when the Whisk entered the cafe, Haz is now in the spotlight due to his fairly tight-fitting sportswear. Even though his body is not as good as artists, he still cares.
He sat down in front of the Whisk and placed his gym bag that was somehow filled on the table.
Again what the Whisk saw was the man's servant. He was in front of their table, in front of them. The reddish-browed man looked at Haz who signaled him to remain silent and not to show any furious expression.
The whiskey took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He finally gave a sweet smile. It doesn't seem forced, but it is forced.
Whisk looked at Haz who was ordering. "I want creme brulee and squash."
"Blue ocean or red berrish?"
"Red berrish's. Red is more passionate." Haz looked at Whisk and blinked one eye. He looks calm when flirting with Whisk. Instead, even Whisk cheeks that meet redness.
Damnit. I've always been seduced, but I can't make her eat my temptation. Unless at some time, thought the Whisk.
"I'm sorry then."
The male servant immediately passed from before the Whisk and Haz who were staring at each other with friendly gazes. She did not realize that the woman she was serving was Hazelia Lify.
"Huh-h"
"Call me honey, beib .. Did you forget? We're going out" whispered Haz. His eyes were sharp as if stripping the soul of a Whisk. But the sweet smile was still off her pretty face. Deadly sweet poison.
"Honey," said the Whisk. His soul was screaming. If he misspoke a single word, in the sense that his head would be floating, out of his body. "Why did it come?"
"I have business," said Haz, taking lip balm out of his gym bag. Whisk could see there was a poison bottle in there. The reddish-browed man immediately understood.
Haz coats her dry lips with lip balm, then says in a small voice, but can be heard by the Whisk. "Slightly difficult. The waiter was bribed. The car that followed you is still there. After this, I will turn into Hazelia Lify and distract her. At that time you also have to go to sewer. Remember, you have to do it extra carefully. Do not get caught by others. I mean, you just drop your car that Andrian's tracking device has attached to a hotel or someplace else."
Whisk had no time to say anything, the man's maid came back and placed Haz's order on the table.
Once again, I'm gonna really chop off this fucking guy's head!
