Murderer
CHAPTER 44 - Monsters of the Past (Revised)
Citra parked her car in front of the gate of the school building where Anto was studying. A few children in green white uniforms rushed out the gate, but he did not see Anto at all.
He decided to go down to the students and ask about Anto. One by one the children he asked shook their heads not knowing the whereabouts of Anto. Suddenly, he saw some children who were playing ball in the school yard.
“Small sister!” Citra called the boy of the same stature as Anto. The boy approached Citra with his four friends.
“You know Anto? New kid in sixth grade A.” Citra asked about Anto and the four of them exchanged glances.
One of them said that Anto had gone with a handsome om who was driving a black metallic sedan car. The boy also said that Anto looked uncomfortable coming with the man.
Without thinking anymore, Citra immediately returned to the car and drove her car quickly to the house, she did not want anything to happen with Anto. It was enough that he lost the people he loved.
The tiny house looks empty. The image parked his car in the yard, but there was no sign that Anto was inside. Ah, why don't I buy Anto a cell phone! The image hit his temple softly in annoyance.
The image tried to open the door and it was still locked. Anxiety covers his heart, let alone the possibility that Anto is a key witness to the murder of the homeless. What if he gets caught and caught by one of them? Many fears that arise in the mind of the image.
Not long after, a metallic black camri stops in front of his house and Anto is seen descending with Christian. There is a sense of relief as well as upset because of anxiety in Citra.
“Where have you been Anto? Sister anxious ...”
“Already, it's my fault, I just happened to pass in front of her school and I saw this kid standing on the sidewalk. I thought you were busy, so ...”
“Other times don't want to come with anyone other than brother, okay?” The image ignores Christian's explanation. He knew full well that Anto was feeling very uncomfortable near this man.
Anto nodded and ran inside the house. Christian just smiled in mystery.
“Mr Christian, please don't take Anto for a walk without my knowledge. That boy is my responsibility now!”
“Sorry, I just kindly want to buy her this.” Christian held up a paper bag containing chicken burgers.
Citra took the package roughly, then left Christian and went inside the house grumbling, “Who does she think she is? How dare he take Anto without asking my permission!”
Inside the house Citra found Anto sitting pensively. He approached the sixth-grade boy and asked him why he could go home with Christian.
“Ta—di, anu ... Sis Citra, Anto again waiting for brother, ta—but brother Christian happened to pass.”
“Terus?”
“Anto invited to walk with brother Christian,” continued this boy replied with a blank look.
There was something strange about Anto, for some reason Citra felt that this boy was lying to her. However, he did not want to force her to talk for now. The image was just silent and thrust the package from Christian earlier on Anto.
Forehead Anto frowning, “When did you buy this for Anto?” The boy asked in wonder while receiving the package containing the burger.
“Don't you say same Christian if you like burgers?” This time Citra became suspicious of the man who was the son of her papa friend.
Anto shook his head.
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“The number you are heading to is inactive, please ...”
This was the umpteenth time Citra contacted Jaka, but her junior officer's number could not be reached. Haris has also visited his colleague's house and the results are nil. Jaka has been missing for a week, he has given no news at all.
Jaka's undiscovered existence where the jungle is to this day, made the two of them worried. Fear of anything happening with their teammates, while both do not know if their colleagues are struggling to escape death.
The basement.
Jaka's hand was tied up by an iron chain, his mouth was gagged with a piece of cloth, the face of this two inspectors was battered with wounds. Damn for this young cop for recklessly investigating Doctor Hendrawan himself and this is where he ends up.
Faint metallic sounds were being clashed out from outside. The room is dark enough to see normally, the only light being the moonlight that infiltrates through the ventilation cracks.
The door of the basement was opened, someone appeared from behind the door. His stature was high, his body was firm, it was just that the person's face was covered in makeup like a Joker figure.
He approached Jaka, the hand wearing the black hand shirt gripping the chin of this policeman. There was a terrible grin visible on his face.
“This is a punishment for you, if you are too curious about other people's affairs, Officer.” The voice of the man shrieked sharply. His hand pulled the cloth that gagged Jaka's mouth.
“Why did you do such cruel things to the homeless?” Jaka grimaced as he felt a pain in the injured part of his lips. He was severely beaten by the bodyguards who stood guard at the place where he last investigated Doctor Hendrawan.
The person in the Joker's guise clucked while shaking his index finger. He still has no intention of turning back Jaka's mouth.
In a haughty tone, he said, “You know? A comfortable environment is one that has no garbage. Garbage makes the air around us stink and damage the scenery, puffiness and vagabonds are just like garbage, me—ru—sak scenery!”
“What right do you equate them with trash? You're the trash!”
This guy laughed so hard. He turned his head and approached Jaka again, he acted like a theater performer and this room was his stage, while Jaka became a single spectator.
“You think because they are poor they are the ones to be pitied? You're wrong, Officer! They are able to hurt others to fulfill their desires. So ... To me those bums are just a bunch of hungry stray dogs!”
“Sin—hmmpph ...” Jaka's mouth was again gagged with cloth by the person.
He leaves Jaka who tries to break away from the chains that bind him, despite knowing his efforts were in vain. Right now he was just resigned and saving his strength.
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The smell of carnation was smelled in every corner of that narrow and dark space. A man in his mid-thirties was lying on a cold stainless table. His eyes glared unblinking and his mouth was gaping wide, implying intense fear and pain.
The body clad in tattered clothes seemed to have taken a life in horror. Some of the guards of the room, looking at the man wearing Joker-like makeup with a terrified look, imagined they were lying there a few minutes ago.
His face grew scarier with a wide grin and a very powerful twinkle of the eye. He turned and danced as if he was celebrating something.
There's only one word on the minds of the people in this room right now, which is that the man is really a psychopath. Doctor Hendrawan holds a bone cutting tool covered in blood.
A sense of regret for the past events, incarnated into a demonic figure that was standing before him at this time. He should not have told me about their origins as a child.
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