Murderer

CHAPTER 28 - The Body of a Psychiatric Couple (Revised)

Feet of Faisal limp — he then half ran and climbed back to the warehouse, with trembling hands he then contacted Citra. The sight inside the basement made him unable to move.

Long enough he waited until the siren sound could be heard from outside the house, a strobe light glint visible from the dusty window. Faisal could only sit on the floor while leaning against the wall of the warehouse full of dust, his legs could not move at all, his body continued to tremble considering the contents of the room.

The image looked at Faisal with a worried look. "Are you ok?" He asked while holding onto Faisal's shoulder.

Faisal just nodded his head and pointed the way into the basement, from the hole in the floor, smelling a pungent aroma like formalin. The joint image of Banyu Aji went inside and was accompanied by several unarmed forensic officers, because their flagship doctor was still huddled in the prosecutor's detention cell.

They descended one by one the steps until they reached the bottom, and the room was narrow enough for seven adults like them. The flashlight broke the darkness, as the flashlight of one of the forensic officers illuminated a corner of the room—

Citra's hand closed her mouth and suffocated to look at the scene that was there. A pair of men and women sitting stiffly in the corner of the room, they seemed to have been dead long enough, then their bodies were preserved with formalin.

There are long scratches clearly visible on the neck of the body of the man, then the rope on the neck of the woman, Citra approached the two bodies and turned their palms. Just as he suspected, an upside-down cross was there, he asked the forensics to turn the stiffened body over.

Psalm 5:6

(5-7) You destroy those who tell lies, the LORD is disgusted at the sight of bloodshed and deceiver.

Proverbs 12:2

The good man is acceptable to the LORD, but the deceiver is condemned.

Again the assumption is correct, they are also victims of the psychopathic murder. It is certain that this man and woman are Agustina and James, the owners of the house who are thought by residents to move somewhere. Citra, Banyu Aji and their team returned to the top, and found Faisal who was still pale, only this time he was so scared to see a corpse.

"Sal!" reprimanded Banyu Aji shook Faisal's shoulder and made him jerk, he looked up so that the two superiors could see the pias Faisal's face.

"Me—they—"

Worried that Faisal could not concentrate, Citra asked him to go home. But Faisal refused, he did not understand why the corpse seemed to be a terrible scourge for him, but not once or twice he saw the corpse, even the most destroyed. However, never did he feel this scared.

After mastering himself, Faisal got up from his seat, he began to comb the entire two-story house and open room after room. Faisal felt that every corner of this house was no stranger to him.

"Mu Citra!" a forensic officer called him, "The two bodies had gaping wounds to the head, as if they had also been hit by a blunt object" he explained.

Faisal went up to the second floor, a room at the end of the hallway caught his attention. He continued walking and reached the room with the wide door, with one movement — the door opened.

Again Faisal was shocked by the sight in the room, some terrible tools, long chains with thick handcuffs on the ends, as well as a fitting for the hands and feet. Then the dull wall — the wall is full of strange paintings that are very terrible.

The wall was also filled with blood-like red paint that had already turned brownish-red, Faisal surrounded the room. Several books on DID as well as some leftover therapeutic scent candles that seemed to have burned in half.

Faisal's feet stepped back and hit a large closet, he turned back and opened the closet, he found several maps that contained files in them and each map contained data with different people's names.

Charles, a thirty-six-year-old man, is impulsive and lacks empathy.

Twilight, eight-year-old daughter, cheerful, spoiled and grumpy.

Gabriel. A ten-year-old boy, quiet, loving and empathetic.

Deborah. The forty-year-old woman, patient, always praying and gentle.

The earth's. Growing up from an introvert, being sociopathic, quiet and emotionless.

One more map is empty, containing only some sort of prescription, a drug that is likely to be an anti-depressant drug. Faisal brought the files to Citra and when reading the files — he finally understood, maybe the psychopath they faced had a double personality.

They brought the file as evidence. Faisal also asked forensics to examine the room where he found the file, how surprising it was when after being sprayed with luminol, there were many blood spots that formed a straight line up to the warehouse.

Allegedly, the two psychiatrists were attacked with blunt objects in this room and then dragged down. Forensics are still looking for the murder weapon, then they are interested in a pasung tool made of wood.

The investigation in this house they ended. The body was carried by an ambulance at Bhayangkara hospital. Outside the house, the people in the neighborhood were already busy crowding, they were so frightened considering that the body had been for months.

The excitement was witnessed secretly by the SUV driver earlier. He called someone back from his cell phone.

"The document is out of plan .... If they find those documents — will be very dangerous .. well, I will arrange all."

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Labfor without embers is like a funeral home, a female substitute doctor is examining the condition of the corpse. Rianti, a thirty-year-old woman, forensic expert and toxicology specialist.

"This body is estimated to have died six or seven months ago" he explained.

"Was it after sister Grace's murder or before?" The image wonders for itself.

The female doctor continued her examination, because she did not want to disturb Bara's replacement — Citra said goodbye back to the office. But in the middle of the journey he turned the direction of his car to where Bara was detained.

"What did you say when the interrogation was all honest, Bar?" ask Citra.

Bara sneered, "Just this time you asked me that? And how many times have I told you I was framed!" insinuations.

"Why should all the tools that the killer used be in your apartment?"

"I rarely go to the apartment. Besides, I'm used to leaving my apartment keys under a flower pot.

"Who knows the key?" cecar Citra's. He will now seek evidence if Bara is innocent.

"Actually—"

Bara's body leaned forward and whispered something to Citra, her eyes round hearing that. The man wearing the prisoner's shirt re-established his sitting position.

"If what I say is true, it means no more wrong, he is Earth!" repelled.

The image of the limb recalled what Bara had whispered to her just now, she mentioned the name of someone Citra had never expected all along.

While Citra was busy with Bara, elsewhere, Charles sat alone in a room. He looked at the photo of the mayor, his grim grin looks terrible at first glance if he will go back to trying to kill Mr. Freddy.

This time he must not fail, he and Dusk will end this forever, then they will go take Earth, Gabriel and Deborah. The phone in Charles' jacket pocket vibrated.

"Hello .... Yes, I already know .. well, we'll end this without involving community leaders." Charles turned off his phone and looked straight into the mirror.

"Sister Charles, you'll be coming with us later, won't you?"

Charles returned to monologue. A smile that looked more like the grin was on the lips of this man. "Definitely! They'll go with us, later!"

He stared at the mirror in front of him. The narrow room, twice three, contained only a mirror and a black jacket and coat, which he used to wear, he moved out of his seat and out of the room, it turned out to be a small space behind a closet.

His hand grabbed a black jacket with canvas material, he raised it high. One of the buttons on her wrist was missing, but she didn't care about it. After putting on his jacket, he picked up a hat neatly tucked away in a box, and left.

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Since finding the bodies of the two psychiatrists, Faisal felt a strong horror. That day he asked Citra for a day off, he might need a little rest.

Faisal laid his body on the bed, trying to close his eyes but to no avail. He sat on the edge of the mattress, then his body seemed to move on its own without orders and towards the buffet in front of his room which he rarely touched. As he opened his drawer, Faisal's face turned deathly pale, he sat on the floor blankly.

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