Murder In The Old Castle

XXIV. A Pink Underwear

As Ammar struggled with Anggara Laksono's biography in the reading room, Michael Smith Artenton was also busy studying the old diary initialed AP, which Karina found in the basement.

Although the identity of the diarist is still mysterious, Michael was intrigued to extract the information written there. The sheets have been partially separated, but did not reduce Michael's desire to read them.

Who's AP?

Michael tried to break the initials of the author's name based on a series of stories written in the book. On one page, there is a sentence that is quite attention-grabbing.

“In this golden cage, I just sat all day in the contest until nightfall. Sometimes I hear strange steps everywhere, haunting the mind. Am I going crazy? Screams from the ground, as if the howling of a wolf in the night was blind. I thought I was really crazy. Because I didn't get an answer from anyone. They deliberately let me rot in this cage.”

Gold cage? Michael translated the golden cage as a castle with all its facilities. He concluded that the diarist was depressed, even though he pretended to be happy. Most likely, he also felt strange things inside the castle that made him almost crazy.

Who is the real diary writer?

Was he one of the people who had lived in this castle for a long time? Where is his existence?

Then he continued to open the old diary. Sentences arranged in a beautiful language style are increasingly attracting attention.

“I saw foreign dishes served with various dishes, then I did not meet again tomorrow. They disappeared leaving frozen bodies. Something evil is dragging them into the darkness. When I get lost, only fear mounts. In shackles, I try to uncover the secrets that are embedded.”

Foreign parasites?

Michael scrunched his forehead. Who is meant by foreign paras? Disappear where they are?

Curiosity drags him into the reading room to search for something related to the contents of the diary. Ammar Marutami had just left the reading room, when Michael came in.

“Not sleeping?” greet Ammar.

“I need a reading that makes me sleepy!” answer Michael.

“I suggest you read a novel by Karina Ivanova, and feel the sensation of the fairy tale. Reading it will make you feel like you are adventuring in a fantasy land. Unfortunately the author died in a very tragic way,” said Ammar.

“Thank you!”

After Ammar had passed, Michael went through each of the looming alleyways of bookshelves, reading each back of the various books. He hopes to find a reference that can be used as a guide, such as the background of the castle establishment or the intricacies in it.

Unfortunately, nil.

Before coming out of the reading room, he was interested in a clipping containing patches of newspaper news that had long been published. Apparently, the newspaper cutouts contained news of Anggara Laksana's success in the past. A fact is revealed, Anggara Laksono is often covered by the media. This is evidenced by the news in newspaper cutouts related to his actions in the real world.

The news caught his attention. The news cut was dated October 21, ten years ago. The title is written quite large, attracting the attention of readers.

‘Police Investigates Missing Some Writers at Anggara Laksono’ Castle

Holy hooch!

He thinks this is important news. A new fact he noted in his book, that ten years ago, some writers also disappeared. Is it related to Karina's death? What does this have to do with the death of yoga? Michael was unable to pull the red thread that connected those events. If only the news was true, of course the presence of the writers in this castle was like a deja vu. Mystery is still shrouding. Michael brought the newspaper cutout to study. He won't share that important news with anyone.

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“You okay, Tiara?” ammar Tegur.

The restlessness on his face was read by Ammar, though he tried to hide it. He nodded slowly, responding to Ammar's question. Maira smiled at the tip of her lips. Like mocking.

Rania, who had arrived rather late immediately looked for a seat at the end. Her eyes were still puffy, covered in thin makeup. He tried to hide his sadness, but unfortunately was less successful. Even her beautiful hair seemed to have not been neatly combed. The woman was wearing a brown blazer suit, looking in harmony with her fair yellow skin color.

“Sorry I invited you again. Because this investigation must be completed immediately. As you know, there have been three murders in this castle, and until now the killer has still not been found. It could be that he is sitting with us at the moment, enjoying the game he is playing. Or it could be someone on the outside doing this. We don't know for sure.

Last night, I had a chance to check some places to find some clues. I've already recorded it. In the Yoga room, I found something that caught my attention. I just want to know, who owns this thing?”

Ammar took something out of the small bag on the table, then lifted it up high. A women's panties with pink lace embellishments unfolded before the writers. Various reactions are shown by the authors.

Adrianna only gave a small smile, while Tiara did not react. He just kept looking at the panties.

While Maira could not help but laugh as she said,” The lacy panties are definitely not my taste. That's too cheap for a Maira. I prefer not to wear anything.” anyway

While the male authors also smiled at the sightings of secret objects that are usually hidden in sensitive areas of women.

“Obviously not it's got Yoga!” chirps Cornellio.

“I often see panties like that. A quarter of the women I date wear the same model, in different colors. I'm like a stranger!” babble Hans.

In another corner, Rania looked agitated. Subduedness peaked, forcing him to rise with ruffles. He took the panties out of Ammar's hand.

“Yes! These are my panties! I accidentally left it in the Yoga room. Stop embarrassing me! Are you going to arrest me after all this panties business? Did these panties make me a suspect in the death of Yoga?”

Rania looked emotional. His lips twitched as he said that. Her beautiful spar looked red-fired burning flames of anger.

“Ten easy Rania! No one's accusing you of killing Yoga. I just want to make sure the owner of these panties is for research purposes. Thus, I understand that you and Yoga have a special relationship. But of course it won't be here. Later we will chat more in private!”

Rania sat back with a huffled feeling.

Ammar gulped down water before continuing his investigation. Back his eyes swept over to the writers who were sitting with a tense feeling.

“After this, I will call you one by one to tell your family history!”

“Wait! What is the importance of this with a murder investigation? Obviously, there is no correlation. I refuse this!” hans protest.

“Calm down, Hans! I have every right to ask you anything, and you have to answer the question honestly. I can detect even a tiny bit of a lie that you're keeping. I know, this may have nothing to do with Karina's death or Yoga, but it's very much related to Anggara's death.

I already know a little of your lunge in the world of writing. You use fake pen names to mask your true identity. Even you deliberately wear a mask behind your fame to attract the sympathy of readers. Then, I'll take off your masks one by one. So it's useless for you to pretend in front of me. In the end, I will strip you guys!”

Anxiety was growing among the writers. Yes, the police are right. Some writers use unique pen names to attract fans. The writers purposely shut down each other's personal lives, then put on masks to pretend to be someone else.

A world full of hypocrisy.

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