Murderer

Chapter 22 - Banyu Aji (Revised)

Bella is still unaccounted for, this is the second day of the receptionist girl's disappearance, while Angelica is still in a state of shock due to trauma so that the model still can not be invited to communicate, even psychiatrists have difficulty communicating with them.

The fence of the tiny house — is still locked, a black rush appears parked in the yard of the house. This was the residence of Iptu Citra, the owner of the house was still sleeping soundly from exhaustion, while his phone kept ringing.

He tried to open his eyes, his head still felt very dizzy. Since handling the case, he only had a short time to rest, even his stomach was only filled with a few cups of coffee.

Citra's hand felt the nightstand beside the bed, trying to reach the phone that kept ringing. Once he could reach for the flat object, he unlocked the screen and saw dozens of missed calls from Faisal.

He also contacted his subordinates again. "Hello ... what!? Daily Mentari .... Okay, I'm going to the office now!" Imra immediately fixed his position and sat on the edge of the bed, he then immediately got ready to go to the office.

Just like his fear, the Mentari Daily is a print media that justifies all means to get the hottest news. They were the first to reveal the identity of Valentino Arthasena's body before authorities held a press conference.

"It could put Bella's life at risk if her killer reads the newspaper ..." muttered Citra riled up. He stepped on the gas pedal deeply so that his rush drove fast.

Unexpectedly, so quickly Mr. Yusuf got an answer to his curiosity yesterday. Images grumbled throughout the trip, as media crews often muddled their investigations.

"They should be the police if they can find the information so soon!" The image continues to nag, let alone the streets of Manggala so crowded at this time.

"The police chief is looking for the commander, it's not usually too late, Ndan," Faisal said in surprise. Iris Hazel glanced at the office wall clock, it was ten in the morning, only this time she came late to the office.

This female inspector went straight to the police chief's room, and there was already waiting for the Chief with a police officer who he had never seen in this office.

"Please sit!" police Chief's orders.

"Ready, Sir!" answer Citra while paying respect. He then sits face to face with the foreign police officer, although foreign, he feels he has seen him but somehow when and where.

"Inspector Citra, this is Inspector Banyu Aji from Polda. He'll take over your case from today!" the Chief of Police told Citra.

Citra's eyes widened, he did not accept his hard work with the team should he just leave it to this person. "We've been working hard on this case, you can't just decide like that, sir!" image Protest upset.

"This has become the decision of the higher-ups! What hard work? Even now, this case is still gray! How many times have you lost your eye witness, right?!" hardik the police chief.

The image just looks down, he does not argue because it is the fact that they lost Bella now. "Ta—but, sir, our investigation ...."

"We still have to work with the Iptu Citra team, those who know the ins and outs of this case from the start and we need their help" Iptu Banyu Aji said.

Lips Citra sneered, he buried fingers between his short hair. That guy seems to be trying to be wise.

"All right! Iptu Citra, you must report every development of your team's investigation to inspector Banyu Aji!" his superior orders again.

"Ready, sir," he replied slowly.

He really didn't want this case to be intervened by the other side, because it's about Benedict's orphanage. Orphanage where he was forced to part with his twin brother who died from being veiled.

"We have not yet officially met," said Banyu Aji familiar when already outside the room, "I'm Banyu Aji."

The thirty-eight-year-old man's helping hand was coldly greeted by Citra. "Partner, Image of Deborah," she replied briefly. He did not want to get along with this man at all.

Banyu Aji smiled curtly looking at the thin woman who was walking beside him, they walked in silence. "How is your investigation progressing?" Banyu tried to break the silence between them.

"We are focusing on finding the receptionist Artha apartment who had direct contact with the suspect" Citra replied as she continued walking.

"Has he been in direct contact with the perpetrator? Isn't that a killer shrewd?" ask Banyu.

He opened the door to the room for the image. The woman just grunted annoyedly. "The formality of a man for a woman" he said lightly.

"I can still open the door myself!" image grumble, the man just smiled knot. The typical image of an independent woman is haughty in her eyes, but usually this kind of woman is fragile in the heart.

"Faisal! We're meeting today!" image orders in an annoyed tone.

His subordinate jumped in shock, he then prepared meeting materials and some new evidence that they got. The tail of his eyes briefly glanced at the man in a black leather jacket beside his commander.

"Ndan, who is that?" faisal whispered as Banyu was busy looking at the white board full of photos of the victim and the TKP.

"Iptu Banyu Aji, from Polda," replied Citra in short.

Banyu's ears are like radar, the whispering voice of Citra calling his name is able to make him turn towards the two of them. "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Banyu Aji, just call me Banyu." He introduced himself to Team A.

"Ready, Commander!" sahut Faisal shame.

"Call me Banyu only," said Banyu Aji smiling.

"Okay, Mr. Banyu!"

They also began to discuss the case, one by one they came back from the beginning, let alone the old case about the murder of Sister Sandra related to the red thread with the cases they are now dealing with.

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The girl rebelled from the grip of the man's hand beside her, she tried to ask the old man who had just passed by on the other side of the basement, she tried to help the old man who had just passed by on the other side, but unfortunately — the man just turned his head while smiling at them. It seems he thought it was just a casual quarrel between lovers or newlywed couples, he passed by with his blue Agya car.

"Don't go!" his yell. However, the girl's scream was not heard at all by the driver.

"Bas women don't know themselves!" the man slapped the girl's smooth face, without him expecting the grip of his hand to come off when he was emotional just now.

The girl took the opportunity and ran away in fear, trying to find help, but the basement was deserted. His eyes stared straight at the elevator which was quite far across from where he was now.

"Bellaaa, you want to play hide and seek at dusk huh?" her voice changed a little like that of a coquettish girl.

"Let's play hide and seek. If you win, you are free. If I win, my brother's friend will kill you!" he shouted with a shrill voice.

The girl turned out to be Bella, she was trying to find a hiding place. He ran in a crouching half position, hoping that the psychopath would not see him.

"I know you can hear me

Open up the door

I only want to play a little

Ding dong

You can't keep me waiting

It's already too late

For you to try and run

I see you through the window

Our eyes are locked together

I can sense your horror

Thought I'd like to see it closet ...."

He hummed cheerfully like a child playing, his steps slowly getting closer to Bella. "If I find you, Charles will take over me. Run on! Run and hide while you can!" he sneered while laughing.

The footsteps stopped. Bella bit the bottom of her lips, her body trembled in fear and as she was about to move from where she was hiding, suddenly—

"Arrrghhh!" Her hair was pulled tightly from behind.

"I got you!" excitement.

"You think you can run away from me? Even though the Earth took hold of me for a moment, Dusk was able to put her back to sleep!"

"Traitor! You're the same as them, meet the sinners in hell!"

A mine strangled Bella's neck until she was out of breath, and the man pulled out a small knife, similar to a scalpel. He then scratches a cross upside down behind Bella's palm.

He dragged the lifeless Bella while whistling quietly. He puts Bella's body in the trunk of his Civic car, then takes her to a slaughterhouse in a sparsely operated suburb, courtesy of the Mayor. He left Bella hanging to form a cross.

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