Murderer

CHAPTER 25 - Bitter Surprise (Revised)

Charles disconnected the electrical connections of the house, even if they had a backup generator, it would definitely take quite a long time to turn it on. The eyes of this man's eagle are accustomed to seeing in dark conditions, he can immediately find Mr. Freddy's workspace.

Knob the door of the room he turned, in a room illuminated by candlelight, Mr. Freddy could see the faint of a foreign figure who was entering his study. The old man who was being overwhelmed with grief because he had just lost his daughter did not shout and seemed to deliberately wait for the arrival of the person.

"You killed my daughter, didn't you?!" hardik Mr. Freddy growled. Charles was silent, he locked the door of the room, then walked up to Mr. Freddy while holding a melody that was able to make the look of the Mayor's face so pale.

"Do you remember the melody of this song, the venerable Reverend Ebenaizer?" hiss Charles, he and the former leader of Benedict's orphanage — now face to face.

"The song you sing if you play hide and seek with those innocent children of the orphanage" he said.

The man's forehead that had begun to wrinkle was frowning, he realized very well if in fact the orphanage was just a mere cover in society.

In the past — he traded them, falsified the data of the adopters, even he heard rumors about some girls adopted by foreigners were made into workers **** commercial underage, even he heard the news about some girls adopted by foreigners, there are also some boys who become victims of child predators who disguise as foster fathers. All goes by compensating a great deal for a personal Ebenaizer and not an orphanage.

"Do you care about the dead boy? Is he guilty of having a deficiency?" asked Charles in a hoarse voice. "Lantas was a little girl you raped with Johan, so she eventually died, due to an infectious wound in her vital organs. Without any guilt from you and b******n it, you guys shut up!"

"Then, the children you sold to child predators, if they were in front of you right now, maybe they would be happy to see you take your life in my hands!" messiness.

He turned to the back of Mr. Freddy and gripped his shoulder a little hard. A scalpel he took out and stuck it around the mayor's neck. Suddenly the lights of the room lit up, there was a noise from outside the room, the guards and also Mr. Freddy's aide banged on the door of the room.

"Rpa ... Mr Mayor! You all right, sir?!" call someone from behind the door.

They tried to break down the door because Mr. Freddy didn't open it. This mayor is trying to fight back, he wants to unmask the insane psychopath who has wreaked havoc on his life. Mr. Freddy's neck has been slightly scratched and blood is pouring in the stainless metal.

With a bit of courage, though his strength was still inferior to Charles', he pulled the burly hand away from his neck. Mr. Freddy's fight was fruitful, even though he was only a priest, he was also a taekwondo coach.

Charles' weapon fell, they grappled fiercely on the floor. Just as he strangled Mr. Freddy, the door to the room opened, Charles ran to the large window behind Mr. Freddy's desk and fled. Before he escaped, the mayor managed to pull the mask and hit the man hard on the shoulder.

Security officers also called the police, not long after — police officers came to secure Mr. Freddy's house.

"Can you explain the chronology?" banyu Aji asked one of the security guards when he was inside Mr. Freddy's house.

On the other hand, as the old man was being treated by a doctor, his eyes glanced sharply at Banyu Aji, inexplicably hating the police figure more than he disliked Citra. Banyu Aji's gaze turned to Mr. Freddy then swept around the room.

Citra and Faisal arrived with several other police officers, they looked at Banyu Aji for an explanation.

"Commander, we found this!" exclaimed one of the officers who immediately combed the workspace Mr. Freddy.

He brandished a small stainless metal which is a scalpel, alleged Bara had been right — the man used a scalpel to make scratches on the body of his victims. The image put up his hand t-shirt and took over the scalpel, he observed the metal in his hand.

Just like Bara and Andrian said, this scalpel has a serial number. The image is sharp while continuing to draw the metal knife.

Maybe it will not be too difficult to find the owner of this knife, medical equipment stores in the city of Manggala there are only a few. After retrieving all the necessary evidence and making sure Mr. Freddy was okay, they headed back to the office.

In the car, Citra is still imagined cufflink found near Bella's body. Really he is like no stranger to the object, the buttons have a unique and special motif that does not seem to sell in general.

Imagery suddenly stepped on the brakes of his car, then turned the black rush back to the house, he suddenly remembered something in his memory about the cufflink they found near Bella's body.

The rush stopped, Citra immediately jumped down from the car and went inside, then she unloaded her wardrobe. Black jacket made of thick canvas hung in the closet that is the reason Citra came home.

This jacket can be said to be a special alma mater jacket for the first generation during police school. The image of seeing buttons sewn on the sleeves of the jacket, engraving on the buttons is exactly the same as the one on yesterday's evidence.

Is this a coincidence? Or is the murder suspect a police officer? The image dropped itself on a limp chair, he hung the jacket back in the closet and decided to return to the office immediately.

He decided not to tell anyone first, about the cufflink, until he himself had a clear clue — whether it belonged to the suspect or just happened to fall there. Moreover, they still have homework to find who the owner of the scalpel that the perpetrator used to injure Mr. Freddy.

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This last store is not a big store, but it is said that this store is the trust of some large hospitals to provide their medical equipment.

"Hopefully this is the shop, Ndan," Faisal told Citra as they waited for the store owner.

A man in his sixty-five years met them, he was David — the owner of this medical device distributor shop.

"Good day, how can I help you?" The oriental-faced man smiled kindly to Citra and Faisal.

"Good day, sir. We'd like to ask you about this scalpel, do you know who the owner is?" faisal asked the store owner without further ado.

The man put on his glasses, he scrunched his eyebrows, like he was trying to remember. David then opened a large book.

"Banner with this series ...."

He muttered as he opened each book, it turned out that the book was a book ordering medical equipment from several hospitals.

"Ah, here we go!" yells. "The "surgical knife was made for two hospitals in 2010. We sent him at once with sequential serial numbers."

"What kind of hospital is that?" replace the image that asks. He re-examined the book, the reading glasses sagging to the tip of Mr. David's nose.

"Hospital S and Hospital Kasih Ibu!" answer with a confident tone.

"The maternity hospital that also has the orphanage's foundation?" faisal asked to confirm the description of the owner of this store.

"Wait on! It was an orphanage where Andrian's doctor was taken care of after being transferred from Benedict's orphanage" Citra said.

"Arghh! Why is this case getting so complicated!" faisal complained in despair.

The image also pressed the base of his nose because his head suddenly felt dizzy. Was Andrian the one? Should he have just graduated college back then — what might it be?

"Thank you for the information. We'll come back if we need any more information!" faisal. They left David's shop and decided to visit the Mother's Orphanage first.

Arriving there, they immediately met the hospital's administrative head to ask about the scalpel that they can as evidence. The head of administration asked them to meet with the procurement logistics section.

Indahsari, a thirty-seven-year-old woman, head of logistics at Kasih Ibu Hospital. The woman with a typical Javanese face and yellow skin was welcoming them, he asked the intention of the arrival of these two police officers.

"We want to ask about this scalpel" Faisal explained, showing a photo of the knife he was referring to. Indahsari's brownish iris looked at the photo shown by Faisal, the lentic finger quickly typing something on his computer keyboard.

"This knife belongs to Dr. Aldebaran. But he died in 2017" said Indahsari. "This surgical knife we ordered in 2010 because the doctors had to replace the equipment with a new one and this serial number was given to doctor Aldebaran."

"Are you sure he's dead? Yes, I'm sure. Because he is one of the trusted obstetricians in this hospital, so — we come to his funeral," replied Indahsari reassured.

"If he's not mistaken, he's rumored to be suicidal. His body was found in his home warehouse with his neck slashed" Indahsari added.

Faisal looked at Citra. "If the owner of this knife is dead, then what is the possibility that ghosts can threaten and kill people?" muttered.

"Hmm .. He has a son, he's also a doctor, but I don't know what doctor. Every now and then Aldebaran's doctor used to tell me about his son, his name was Barry, uh, not .... Ah, yea! Bara, Bara Aldebaran! The doctor's boy's name is Bara."

Their heartbeats both stopped. Is that the Bara we know? Is he the same Bara? The image wondered in the heart. "Did the late doctor ever say which hospital his son worked at?" urge Citra. The woman nodded uncertainly.

The second step of the police officer was immediately absent when he heard the name Bara called by Indahsari. Why didn't Bara ever tell us about his father? The image cannot think clearly.

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