Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case
52. Hunt: Hazelia Lify, India.
#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!
[Kiming Lify]
Haz broke into a green house just across the street from Zenneth's hospital. He looks impatient and ready to start the hunt for evidence right at the dump. He had to retrieve it before it was crushed and ground into useless powder.
Haz sees Zenneth sitting on her beloved mini sofa enjoying the drama of the flaming television and eating a snack. Very relaxed his life.
Then Haz threw a glance at the other side of the room. Right in the left corner there, it has been exposed to a mini sports bag, a bicycle, a tight and eye-catching sportswear suit, and a blonde wig pinched in two.
Haz did not become angry at Zenneth's massacre.
"Tumben once," Haz told Zenneth. "Usually you won't be this quick to provide the things I ask for, especially if the time is too tight."
"Finish your mission. Don't bother me." So said Zenneth. He waves his hand to Haz a sign he doesn't want to hear what will come out of Haz's mouth next.
"Thank you."
Haz picks up the supplies provided by Zenneth, goes to the dressing room, and leaves. Don't forget he closed the door back, or rather the office, Zenneth.
The madman .. Inner Zenneth stared at Haz's departure, hopefully he didn't do anything that could harm himself.
Like a foreign tourist, Haz paddled his bike through a road crowded with cars and motorbikes. It was still pandemic time. People seem to be impatient to travel. Naturally, no one wanted to be locked up inside the house. Must be very boring.
Using a wireless headset, Haz hears slow songs he likes. People's attention was on him. It made her uncomfortable, but she realized that the suit she was wearing was too revealing.
Haz ignored the people's gazes and thoughts.
I'd get a headache if I knew what they were thinking. This approximate ability has already passed its limits ....
The bicycle tires make a loud squeak when Haz presses the brakes. The woman looked at the old high gate that was right in front of her. He breathed a long breath.
Had this drama not happened to me, I would have preferred to relax at home, enjoy a warm cup of tea, and watch the drama, Haz thought.
Haz parked his bicycle behind a tree with a large, broad trunk. Finished doing so, the woman looked at the compass from her phone. 256° West. So it was on the screen of his phone when he pointed it towards the old gate that had rusted.
Alright. Let's start!
Haz was wearing rubber gloves provided inside a mini sports bag that Zenneth gave her. He looked up at the towering fence, then accidentally saw a hole on the other side of the fence that was enough for a big, big-bodied man like Thomas Bara to enter.
Haz becomes suspicious that the twins Rika and Riko already know that she is going to a dump. He'd rather climb over the fence than get in through that hole.
The loud sound of a bedebum mingles with the sound of cutting machines and burners at the dump, so that when Haz lands there is nothing that will attract attention.
Haz sees the dump truck is already there. It's about three in the afternoon. The truck will leave again at four o'clock, and the long-haired woman will have to find evidence soon.
Haz recalled the routes Zenneth had clearly depicted on a mini-map. He didn't bring the map. He can rely on his memory.
I wish I could get out of this place as soon as possible, Haz thought. I need refreshing. Calling that shitty human is the best option. He understands what I want. Before that I had to tell him that fuckin' Nicholas Qet Farnaz or whoever his name was was part of the group of twins. It was fortunate that Tyas Reddish was on our side.
Haz pulls out his phone and plays his fingers on the screen. He sent a message to Whisk.
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Haz: After you left, I got an answer from Tyas Reddish.
Whisk: What do you get?
Haz: Something surprising.
Haz: Of course.
Haz: I know you intend to come back at night and it was a very good decision. Now, hurry up and get out of there.
~
Did I just call you?
Eventually, Haz decides to call Whisk. A few seconds later, his phone was picked up by the man across the street.
"You've been out of there?" Haz immediately snatched when Whisk picked up his phone from across the street.
The sound of the machines here is disturbing, Haz thought as he circled the mountain of garbage that was not separated once between wet and dry garbage. God, how do I find that thing like this? his weakness.
"I just left the apartment. What's up?" A typical Whisk sound is heard from the phone. Haz wears headphones, but the roar of a cutting machine and a burner at the dump can still be heard in his ears.
"Don't go to sewer first" said Haz, "look behind your car. Someone must have followed. You better take Alkaf and Jelkesya to go to the cafe or you yourself go there. He wouldn't dare to act when he was in a place with many people."
Haz squinted his eyes as he stared at someone's back from a distance. Then he realized something. His premonition was right when he was about to enter the dump. The Vinzeliulaika twins have planned it all. That's Thomas Bara!
"Just get to the point, Hazelia Lify. What do you know?" ask Whisk.
"Oh no!" exclaim Haz. He immediately looked down and hid behind a mountain of trash.
"What's wrong?" ask Whisk.
"Thomas Bara is here. Damn it. The two sniffer dog-skinned foxes really took everything into account" Haz replied with a peek. He could see Thomas Bara wailing, looking for him.
"Are you okay?"
Haz doesn't answer the silly Whisk questions. Of course he's not okay! But one thing calms Haz down: Whisk opens Olivia Ong's jazz for her.
Thank you, shitty guy! muttered Haz in the heart. He smiled and was grateful that someone understood him. Right, what he needed the most was a song that was quiet right now.
