Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case
92: Straight To The Point, Please!
#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!
"Because I can't guess it, Hazelia Lify darling, then I have to ask you directly. But you are so stubborn. Don't want to tell me what's on your mind. I'm not a psychic. I can't tell you what's on your mind. If I had known, I wouldn't have asked now. So, let me know quickly." Whisk puts on a parched look to Haz, who is immediately greeted by a long-haired woman.
"Just son, you told me to tell. I'll tell you to guess. Not giving up, and waiting for an answer. It can't be so dong. It should be fair," Haz said as she puffed her cheeks and folded her hands in front of her chest. Posing spoiled and cranky.
Haz looked very cute in Whisk's eyes at the time. The man couldn't stand it, felt extremely anxious, and ruffled the wavelength mane belonging to the woman next to him who was originally neatly bound. Whisk chuckles softly when he does.
Haz, who disliked straight away, brushed off the hands of the Whisk, who ruffled his hair and exclaimed, "Look at my hair! My hair is falling apart because of you!"
"Maha." Whisk laughed crisply, so seductive. To the extent that Haz's face flushed red, enduring the shame that befell him. They look harmonious. Haz did not want to admit it at the time.
"Oh, come on Hazelia Lify .. What do you want to tell me?" ask Whisk, for the umpteenth time.
Haz was clucky, not wanting to tell if the Whisk had not managed to guess straight away or at least guess one thing related to what he was going to say.
Someone who's gonna hurt Haz in the elevator? No, it's more than that. Someone who's going to kill Haz unwittingly the people in the elevator, that's more to the point.
And, fortunately Haz did not take the elevator because the jumbo-sized block-shaped object was filled with people. Lucky also because he does not like a narrow and crowded place. Those two things saved his life from death.
"One word has to do with what you're going to say, huh? Give me some time to think about what you want to say to me" Whisk said.
After that, Whisk seemed to think hard, from Haz's point of view of course. The long-haired lady could only chuckle softly at the flustered Whisk.
"It seems I know .. I'm sure this one word has to do with what you're going to tell me," said Whisk in the end, quitting his thought-provoking show.
"What do you think it is?" ask Haz.
"Killer?" Actually Whisk hesitated when he wanted to say it, but, somehow that one word came to his mind. He felt like ... There was something interesting in that one word.
Haz took a long breath. In the end, there will be no rotten carcass that never smelled, his mind.
Haz nodded his head and said, "Right. I want to talk to you about that. And so, I seek you. I want to comfort you for hurting your heart."
"I'm not hurt. Really!" whisky with a very convincing face. But she was just crying. The Whisky Woods!
"Instead, I'm more curious about the 'killer' you're talking about. So, can we just go straight to the point?"
