Murderer

CHAPTER 36 - Homeless Murder Case Mystery (Revised)

To this day, the existence of the cardboard boy has not been found by Citra. He seemed to disappear into the earth, and not only Anto, but some of the slum dwellers also disappeared.

The image of knocking on a table with a pen, he is still confused by the case of these homeless people. Unsolved about the death of the two homeless yesterday, now the inhabitants of the cardboard house are missing.

The type of rope used to hang the two bodies yesterday is exactly the same, although the way they are hung is different. The cause of their death is also the same, then the wounds on their legs are similar, the wound is caused by the thorns of the bush.

"Commander!" call Jaka. Ipda Jaka's voice made Citra flinch.

"What's up, Jaka?"

"Ready! There are guests waiting for the commander in the front lobby" Jaka replied.

Forehead Citra frowned in surprise, she was not having an appointment with anyone. Even so, he still met her out of curiosity. How shocked Citra was when she found out who was in the lobby and was standing on her back.

"Do you want to come here!?" ask Citra ketus.

Christian brandished a pink paper bag, making Citra's eyebrows rise next door. "From mama," he said as he stretched out the thing he was holding.

With a rough image took the paper bag earlier. Since when did my mom become her mom! He grumbled in his heart.

"Wait what else?"

The man only smiled in response to the image's sternness. "Don't forget lunch said Mama," he said.

"Please stop calling my mama like it's your mama!" He did not respond to the misfortune of Citra and still smiled and left.

Citra also walked back to her room while calling her mother. Why should the man be the one who was told to deliver lunch for her.

"Ma, why did you tell that man to come to my office?" Citra protested against the actions of her mother who sent Christian to the office.

"It just so happened that he was on his way to his new office. He was assigned to the Manggala prosecutor's office" Rita told Citra.

"Mrs ...."

Some of the people he passed by were busy, Citra was famous as a strict person. Just this time they saw the spoiled side of the satreskrim division's inspector.

He violently slammed the door of his study. Haris and Jaka code each other with chins.

"It turns out Iptu Citra has a sweet side, huh?" whisky Haris.

"Sshhtt, want to be damprat with your Iptu Citra?" jaka Reply. They laugh together.

Inside the room, Citra sat pensively. The oriental-faced woman's mind was only about Anto, Anto and Anto. Where did the little boy go with the rest of the slums?

"Haris, come with me!" image Command on Haris.

Quickly this man stood up and saluted his commander, and tailed behind Citra with a questionable look towards Jaka. His partner just sniffed his shoulders with a smile.

Haris, a police officer of the rank of inspector of two is arguably handsome, his face is typical of mixed blood, with thick eyebrows and eagle eyes that sayu. Just a few days joined the Manggala police station, there are already many police officers who idolize it.

They walked hand in hand, several pairs of eyes looking at them with envious gazes. Citra is also an idol policewoman in this Polres, Indonesia-China blood makes her face oriental. With a tiny pointed nose, thin lips that are only given lip balm pulses without the slightest makeup.

The image always looks attractive even though only wearing a plain black t-shirt and covered in his service jacket. He did not give the car keys to Haris like yesterday, Citra was wanting to drive alone.

"Put your seat belt!" firmly Citra. His feet began to step on the gas pedal which made the car drove away from the parking lot of the Manggala police station.

"Commander, aren't you too obsessed with this case?" ask Haris slowly.

The image did not take his eyes off. "All cases are equally important, not because of the victim of a homeless person, beggar, homeless person or poor person, then we let it go" Citra said.

"Our oath when we become a servant of the state, is not it to serve the community? So what kind of society should we serve when a homeless person becomes a victim, should we close our eyes? Are the elite entitled to be called society?" continued Citra with a cynical tone.

The man beside him fell silent, he did not expect the commander to have such a wise idealistic mind. Haris looked straight back at the streets that were starting to get hot by the heat of the sun. Citra's Rush returned to parking at the end of the slum entrance at Antara time.

He and Haris are down. They saw some cars and heavy equipment already in the area, must belong to the Arthasena company. The family company of the late Valentino was also the victim of the 'Man of the Hand of God' case'.

"I'm also not sure what we'll be looking for inside. We better try to focus on the cctv footage that might give us a clue."

"Ready, Ndan!"

The two of them began to split up. The image of investigating on the path he had met with Anto that night, the tent stall that was on the corner of the street where he bought Anto burger, appeared to be open 24 hours. Maybe one of those talent stalls knows something.

"Good day!" saya Citra to a sweet girl who was arranging the ingredients in the container of the tent stall.

"Hey, how can I help you?" ask the girl friendly.

"Is this shop open 24 hours?" ask Citra. The girl nodded.

"I'm Iptu Citra from Satreskrim Polres Manggala."

"Jessica, just call Jessi" said the girl reintroduced herself.

The image shows the slums that are being dismantled. "Have you ever seen a kid from that settlement? He was about 110 centimeters tall, his hair was reddish curls and his teeth were also black unkempt."

Jessi looked to be knitting eyebrows. He then asked, "Is it possible that the child who is always sitting waiting for people to throw food scraps over there? His name is Anto, right?"

Eye of Citra sparkling. "Yes, the boy's name is Anto."

Jessi's face turned sad. "I've been waiting for him for a few days to give my sister's old clothes that are not used. It's just, he didn't show up."

"Otherwise, the place will already be evicted. Where'd he move to, he?" continued Jessi.

The hopes of these two women were dashed because they both did not know the whereabouts of the boy. The image then remembered the tunnel used rail project at that time. With no strings attached Citra ran back to her car, she contacted Haris to get back as well.

"Si—ready, Ndan! I'm copying a cctv tape that might be a clue!"

Soon they again glided with the black Rush towards the Acacia region. The image of stepping on the gas pedal deeper, he chose to go through a traffic-free highway. Haris could only close his eyes while praying sitting on top of the car that was traveling at high speed.

A dark tunnel appeared before them. The image immediately went down and looking for the old father of smokers yesterday, it turns out the old man is still there.

"Sir, do you still know me?" sapa Citra's.

His old eyes glanced at Citra's face up close. "You're the one with the old flyover's body, aren't you?" tanyakanya. Imagra.

"Do you know this woman?" This time the image shows a photo of the body found in a public toilet some time ago.

The Old Man's face turned sad and frightened. "I—ini Maryam, loper lady newspaper in flyover. Me—they .. impossible! A—does the old man yesterday also lose his hand?"

This time the face of the image changed. "How do you know that?" He threw away his face and chased away the image. His body trembled in fear, as if there was a terrible thing he remembered.

"Go away. Go home! Don't come here again!" the hardic. He then covered his face with the shabby sheath he was wearing.

"Sir, you know something about this case, don't you?" urge Citra.

"Go! I don't want to deal with that cold-blooded lunatic!" it was still snapping with a body and trembling voice.

Citra does not want to give up, but the condition of this old father is not possible to be questioned. He decided to come back later, in the brain of the image appeared a variety of questions.

Is there perhaps an old case involving homeless people as well? Inner raging.

He asks Haris to drive because he will be busy with looking for old criminal news on his phone. His fingers continued to rub the flat screen restlessly. His eyes read every headline that appeared in the search, some articles caught the attention of Citra.

Murder of a homeless man in the city of Mandalanusa, the victim lost both legs.

Another homeless victim was found hanged with both legs cut off.

Both articles were published in 2017. What does this news have to do with the case they are facing? The same person or a copycat? Big question marks appeared in the minds of Citra.

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