Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

61: What's in Sewer?

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

"It's eight o'clock past thirty minutes" Whisk said to the dreamy Haz, looking at the clock circling his wrist. He then turned his gaze to the long-haired woman.

There had been no reaction from Haz, it seemed like he was thinking about something. The whiskey patiently waited for Haz to speak. Perhaps Haz will cancel plans to go to sewer and want to stay longer until Zenneth gives word to them both.

Haz blinked his eyes, returning to his senses after daydreaming for a while. He looked at the Whisk who was also staring at him. Waiting.

"I'm sorry. Let's go now" said Haz. He immediately got up from his seat and headed to the cashier table.

Whisk holds out a credit card before Haz can pull out his wallet.

"thank you. May you come back."

"Thank you." Haz replies to the words of the man standing guard at the cashier's desk.

"See you, Ratih. Spirit." Haz gives spirit to Ratih.

Ratih waved his hand and said, "See you later, Miss Hazel. Have a nice day."

"You too."

***

Despite being in the middle of a pandemic, cars passing on the highway are also quite a lot that cause traffic jams.

Luckily Haz already knew the ins and outs of the country's capital, so it wasn't difficult for him to direct the Whisk through some shortcuts that would take them towards sewer.

Haz and Whisk arrive at sewer at eight past fifty minutes. Ten minutes before Zenneth gave out the information.

Whisk parked his car quite far from sewer. Danger if the signal received by Zenneth is a bomb signal.

"Are you sure you don't want to wait for Zenneth to give you information?" ask Whisk. He wanted to ascertain how much confidence Haz had not to wait for news from Zenneth.

"Yes, I'm sure. If you don't want to come, you can stay outside" Haz replied.

"No, I'll come with you in there. You're reckless, Hazelia. Zenneth's right. I'm worried" said Whisk. She wears rubber gloves, just like Haz does.

"Do I look careless?" ask Haz.

"Very visible." Whisk said honestly, Haz's carelessness was very noticeable. "That's it. I don't want to argue with you. I know I'll never win."

"Sucks ...." Haz mumbled slowly. He unpacked the contents of the mini backpack Zenneth had provided for him.

"I told you very clearly, Hazelia. You are so careless .. take a look at what you have put out in front of a man like me." Whisk immediately turned the other way when he saw something called 'an object that is not heeded to be shown to the men' was accidentally exposed out by Haz.

"Oh my goodness!" exclaim Haz. He immediately put the thing back into the backpack. He looked at the sharp Whisk, his face blushing. Embarrassed.

"Have you realized that you've already admitted that you're so careless?" ask Whisk. He chuckles softly when he finds Haz staring intently at him.

"M e n y e b a l k a n." Haz decapitated one letter at a time and pronounced it with great emphasis. He also realized that he was very careless. But accidentally coming out of a mini backpack is not his fault. He didn't know there was such a thing in there.

Zenneth ... Why would you put something like that in a bag? ask Haz inwardly, frustrated. You know what, you almost killed me because of a very excessive feeling of shame?

The humid atmosphere and stinging smell filled the sense of smell of Haz and Whisk. They wear masks to reduce the smell.

"It's so rotten" Whisk lamented. He thought sewer there would be as clean as sewer abroad.

"Shut up and focus!" bentak Haz's. "If you don't want to go in, there's still time to get out before you reach the inside."

Whisk was silent at Haz's words. Why is there a woman like this? thought. Well, this is not a moment of unimportant thinking. The most important thing now is to make sure Hazelia doesn't act recklessly and trigger the unwanted.

"Pw!"

A voice rang out from the walkie talkie brought by Haz.

"Pw! Hazelia, coming?"

Zenneth.

Haz and Zenneth prefer to communicate using a walkie talkie while on a mission.

"Come in. Replace." Haz answered.

"I can't get a signal yet what it is. If my estimate is correct, it should not be a computer signal or any other electronic device. I hope you're more careful in your every move, Hazelia. Replace," said Zenneth, explaining.

"Yes, sure. How much longer will it take you to get the results? Change," asked Haz.

"About fifteen to twenty minutes. The codes are very difficult to break. I know you're already there. Don't be careless! I'll be able to inform you soon. Replace," replied Zenneth.

"of course. You are very puffed up. I will not act recklessly and be more careful. Change," said Haz with a smile on his face. The woman was happy to be noticed by Zenneth.

There was no reply from Zenneth. Haz decided to continue and followed the Whisk that was already in front of the reddish-browed—men were trying to understand the sewer pattern in the country's capital which was very complicated and messy.

Haz patted Whisk on the shoulder and looked at the man.

"Hows it? How are you from Zenneth?" ask Whisk. The look in his eyes was still not separated from the sewer pattern and it made Haz feel a little irritated.

"He has not been able to ascertain the signal of what kind of thing. I'm sure by now he must have moved to the casino building near this place. But, Zenneth can confirm that the signal is not a signal of an electronic device" Haz replied.

"There is only one answer. That signal is a bomb signal." The whiskey quickly drew a conclusion. He has long struggled in such a world, so if not a signal from an electronic device there is only one answer, namely: a bomb signal.

"What about the weapon signal?" ask Haz.

"The possibility is very small. Although the weapon also had a signal, but it was very rarely encountered. There are only a few such cases in the world that can still be counted on the fingers. The biggest possibility is that what's in this rotten place is a bomb signal. Nothing else" replied Whisk.

"Radio and satellite also do not include electronic devices. It could be a radio signal or a satellite with a very low frequency" Haz said.

Whisk touched Haz's forehead and shook his head, then said, "Sometimes you're very clever, Hazelia. For some cases you are very careless and—sorry I have to say this—you are stupid."

Haz's face was instantly sour when Whisk said that. But, indeed he could not deny that sometimes he was stupid and careless.

"I won't shy away from that statement of yours."