Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case
93: The Heat Up
#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!
"When I wanted to get into the elevator, I saw someone already inside and stalked me. So, without a second thought, I immediately abandoned my intention to climb it and meet you," Haz explained.
"So, you're saying someone wants to kill you in the elevator?" ask Whisk.
Haz shrugged his shoulders and retorted, "Maybe like that. The situation is very suspicious. He even stared dislikefully at me. I want to know a-"
"Aah!" A loud scream echoed in every corner of the room. Whisk and Haz were immediately startled and ran out from inside Gramedia.
When the two people looked down there, there were already many people who were huddled and were taking pictures or wanted to help.
From the good Whisk's eyes, he could see the horror. Where Zenneth, a good friend of Hazelia Lify, is covered in blood. The man immediately glanced at Haz who was also glancing at him.
"What's that?" ask Haz innocently.
In any case, the Whisk would not be able to lie to him. She is in between dilemmas, wanting to tell Haz or not.
"Whisky Woods, don't make me ask repeatedly. What'sthat?" ask Haz, again.
"You know?" Whisk turned to ask Haz, making the long-haired woman even more confused.
"If I had known, Whisk .. I wouldn't have asked you this question" Haz replied. He glared at the Whisk, asking for an explanation with what was really going on down there.
"That's ... Bloody zenneth ...."
Sure enough, after the Whisk said that to Haz, the woman's expression changed.
And, just as she lost her mind, Haz immediately ran down the escalator. Whisk was trying to catch up to him, but he couldn't.
Whisk knew how valuable Zenneth was to Haz. Equivalent to how valuable Liulaika Jelkesya was to him. Although the long-haired lady did not show it directly. It's not that he can't, but he's used to it.
Haz, who reached the crowd, immediately embraced the blood-soaked body. He doesn't care about his dirty clothes getting stained with blood.
Zenneth is still breathing! That's what Haz's mind had in mind, making him a little relieved. But guilt overwhelmed him.
I shouldn't have left Zenneth alone like this. It was great that they were directly targeting the people I loved, Haz said inwardly, regretting that he had left Zenneth alone. Actually, who are they?
Whisk arrived at the scene one minute before police and ambulances arrived.
Once again, the police in charge of the case was Nicholas Qet Farnaz. He was as shocked as Haz, when they looked at each side. Whether it was intentional or not.
"I suspect, Nicholas Qet Farnaz," Haz said blatantly as hospital officials lifted Zenneth's body onto a stretcher and carried him away.
Haz walks off the stretcher, and so does Nich.
"What do you suspect, Miss Hazelia?" ask Nich, indifferent. He did not want to create a quarrel in a public place.
While Haz and Nich are in a very hot situation, Whisk pats Haz on the shoulder and calms the woman down. He said, "The man in front of you is a policeman, don't be rash."
Haz, whose annoyance is already in the crown, is like luring Nich by saying, "My case, you handle. Now my friend's case, you handle it too. How could I not suspect?"
"Your mind is too much. I just happened to receive a call. I can't possibly not save this Miss" Nich replied.
"Unless you have anything to hide, work with someone who wants to take my life or my Zenneth's life, for example."
