Murderer

CHAPTER 32 - The Hanging Beggar (Revised)

Iptu Citra is back in service. After the tragedy that happened a while ago. He parked his ride in his usual place, but the parking lot next to his car was no longer filled with Faisal's avanza.

Iris Hazel Citra glanced at the empty parking lot, then she buried a moment of her face at the wheel of the car, trying to organize feelings.

The woman who used to be known by this pixie cut haircut, now has changed a little because the hair Citra has been somewhat elongated so that she can tie it a little backwards. Even without makeup, she is still a beautiful detective.

The image of getting out of the car and starting to step into the office, several officers who accidentally passed by him had greeted. It is undeniable, if the case yesterday catapulted the name of Citra team in the police.

"Welcome back, Mom!" his subordinates exclaimed in unison just as he opened the door.

"Thank you." As usual Citra remained firm and authoritative, although in her heart it still held sadness.

He saw the ribbon and welcome they purposely attached to his welcoming, it made the image's sadness fade a little. But when he looked at Faisal's empty chair, he again felt empty.

"Hopefully this chair will be empty forever" Citra said as she held onto Faisal's chair.

Citra's men returned to work again, in fact he still has not recovered properly. Andrian still advised him to take two to three days off, but the more he kept silent, the more memories of the tragedy tormented him. Deep down, he hoped that there would be no more cases that would make his colleagues or colleagues killed.

Not only physical therapy undertaken by Citra, he also routinely visited a psychiatrist recommended by Rianti co-worker Bara, as well as officially replacing Bara because he was on leave for a while.

The case of the Hand of God Man always made him experience recurring nightmares, sometimes he felt he was looking at the figure of Faisal staring at him with sad and sick eyes.

The sound of knocking on the door made his daydream crumble.

"Lake in!" The image allowed that person to enter. A police officer came in with a file.

"Report! Sorry ma'am, this is a new member file that will replace Ipda Faisal." The officer reported about the new officer replacing the late Faisal.

The look on Citra's face changed, she didn't expect to replace Faisal this soon. "Let's put it on the table!"

"Ready! Excuse me, ma'am."

The officer came out of the Citra workspace. Reluctantly he grabbed the yellow map that was on the table.

"The Bramantyo Line." His eyes continued to read the file containing the data of the new candidate. He had not finished reading the entire document, until the rustling sound of a hand talkie on the table disturbed him.

"A corpse has been found hanging on the Acacia road! Attention to the whole unit! Once again! A body has been found hanging on the Acacia road!"

Citra put the unfinished file he read it and rushed to the CTF with some of its members. Soon his rush with a police van had rolled on the streets of Manggala city.

As usual in the open CTP will always be crowded with a crowd of curious citizens. The image and its members were finally able to break through the crowd and they gasped at the sight.

"The sacrifice of a homeless beggar. His identity is unknown. Alleged suffocation due to suffocation, then both wrists are missing," explained Rianti who had been there first.

"Other information?"

Rianti. "After the autopsy, we may have additional information."

The image approached the victim who was still in a hanging position on the branch of the tree. He noticed the rope used to hang the homeless beggar.

"The nylon rope measures about 1.5 millimeters. Usually this rope is widely used by hunting dog owners," Citra muttered and scratched her temple with the back of the pen while looking at Rianti.

"Yes, you are right!" Rianti confirmed with a spirit of Citra's speech just now.

"No one can make a knot without his hands" he added.

The image continued to notice when the body was taken down.

"The rope around his neck that forms an unbroken circle and flattens, then the position of the snare that fits is in the middle of the neck. Without a trace of resistance there are two possibilities, this beggar drugged and then killed by hanging it like this, or ...."

"Or was he hanged after being killed?" connect Citra.

Rianti snapped his finger. "Correct!"

"What is the motive for killing an old beggar like this?"

"Cleaning!" The voice of a man made Rianti and Citra simultaneously turn their heads towards him.

The masculine-faced man with a chin overgrown with a fine beard was crouching beside Citra.

"The killer's like he wants to do a cleanup on homelessness. Maybe he's the one who hates bums a lot." He continued to sneer without caring for the two women who were staring at him with confused eyes.

Citra and Rianti exchanged glances. Maybe the questions in their minds are the same. Who was this man who suddenly appeared?

"Tu—wait! You who? Why did you get into TKP!?"

"Ready! Introduce me the new Ipda Haris on duty today!" he said while standing up and paying respect to Citra.

Rianti elbowed Citra's arm. "Are your subordinates always so cute like this, Cit?" he asked without taking a single look at Haris.

"You're the one who replaced Ipda Faisal?" ask Citra in a slightly shrill voice.

"Ready! I'm commander!" excited answer.

"I'll investigate the case myself. You and the others please return to the office!" the order was on Haris.

But the person he was talking to was still seriously observing the homeless body. His fingers rubbed the chin overgrown with that fine beard.

"Haris Island!" tegur Citra is upset.

"Ready, Ndan!" haris replied surprised.

"You and the others just go back to the office. I'll comb this place myself!" he repeated his orders.

Haris's face implied disapproval at the orders of Citra.

"Ta—but, commander—"

"It's an order!"

"Ready."

The image sees Haris' back away from the CTF. The steps of his subordinates that look very lethargic, he just really does not want the events that used to be repeated again.

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News of the discovery of the beggar's body without an identity began to rise to print and electronic media. However, because the dead were 'only' a beggar, only a handful of people cared.

Citra's feet walk down an abandoned tunnel close to the Acacia road. The tunnel was once a failed railway project.

Some homeless people seem to sleep on cardboard boxes. The smell inside the tunnel was very unpleasant. Just like the smell of a landfill.

A homeless person who can be said to be young but looks shabby, he approached Citra. His mouth smelled of alcohol.

"Give me a little money!" snapped it.

The image paid no heed to the bum. He continued down the tunnel without knowing what he was looking for here. The bum apparently did not accept because it was ignored by Citra. His jet-black hand gripped the woman's shoulder from behind.

With a sprightly image turned and twisted the bum's hand back.

"I'm from the police, if you don't want to be arrested, take care of your attitude!" image Order.

The bums also receded. After being sure his opponent gave up, Citra released her grip.

"Do you know this old man?" tanya Citra showed a photo of an old beggar's body yesterday.

Eyes squinting. He immediately shook his head. Then pointed to an old tramp in the corner of the tunnel.

"Try asking the old man over there!" he said with a slightly taut tone.

The image was headed in the direction pointed by the bum earlier. Upon arriving at the end of the tunnel, he saw an old man in a tattered shirt sitting leaning back while smoking a cigarette that only stayed half a stick.

Carefully Citra greeted the old man, "Good day."

The old man only glanced at him at a glance, then returned engrossed with his cigarette.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to ask you about this guy, do you know him?" ask Citra directly without waiting for the old father's response.

Again he did not ignore the image. He continued to smoke his cigarette which was really almost finished.

Seeing the old man's reaction, Citra calmly took out a pack of cigarettes that she had smoked several sticks and gave them to the old man.

Seeing a cigarette with a brand that he could not possibly buy, the old man immediately took it.

"Let me take a look at the photo," he asked as he ignited the nicotine coils. His forehead shriveled, further adding wrinkles on his face when he saw the photo proffered by Citra. It's like thinking hard.

"This is Old Man Flyover. We called him that, because he was more often in the flyover tunnel to beg," he replied confidently.

"His family?"

This old man chuckled until he coughed. "You want to insult us, madam? Do people like us seem to have families?" The cynical tone was clearly heard from his question.

"We live from garbage, eat from garbage, if not die hunted, killed, we will certainly die of hunger .." continued the old man with the sarcastic sentence also booed.

He blames the government, which often considers the poor people to be garbage. Especially the elites.

"Why did the old man hang himself?" This old man asked curiously, with a floating gaze.

The image just smiles. He then said goodbye after giving a piece of fifty thousand for the old man.

"Let's find an old woman named Maryam on the flyover! He's a newspaper salesman! Maybe he knows about the old man!" the old bum shouted as Citra was already some distance away from him.

"Maryam, the paperboy, flyover," Citra muttered while noting in a small agenda belonging to Faisal.

Seriate....