Murderer

CHAPTER 55 - Behind the Mask

The image hand tightly grasped the photo on the table without knowing who sent it. His chest felt tight, until to stand even he could not stand. His heart rebelled against the reality in his hands.

“This face ...” shimmies without being able to say anything else. Although faint, he could recognize the face of a familiar person behind the black hat he was wearing.

The image rushes out of the room and asks his men who put the letters and files on his desk. Because no one knew, Citra decided to ask the picket guard.

“Someone came looking for you earlier. I think your late papa is alive again, because his face is very similar.” A police officer on guard duty at the time explained to Citra.

“Lantas?”

“He claimed to be named Yudi, your papa twin brother and showed his identity as well. So, I asked him to wait in front of the Reskrim room earlier.” The officer continued his explanation.

'So, what came and put the pictures on my desk was Om Yudi or papa?' The image head felt heavy. How many more riddles does he have to answer about this senseless murder?

After the mass grave, photographs of the man who was either his adoptive father or his adoptive father's twin, he was driving some homeless people into a van and deliberately showed that he was the criminal.

'What's his relationship with Evelyn? So, what was killed yesterday was Om Yudi or papa? I didn't have time to notice if there was a cut above his left eyelid.' Again various questions arise in the mind of the image.

He walked back into the room while daydreaming about the answers to all the questions in his mind. Haris and Jaka as well as some members of the Citra team, just exchanged fields looking at their commander's chaotic condition.

“Doctor Bara says that such a commander carries the curse of death.” One of the members whispered to the other. Haris glared fiercely at the police who were gossiping about Citra just now.

However, it could not be denied if Citra was indeed surrounded by the aura of death. There are rumors circulating, if the same murder case occurred when he was first assigned to the reskrim division in Medan. Then, both parents, prospective fiancee, and her adopted sister were killed.

The night was getting late, the answer to the question in their minds was still black. What motivates these psychopaths?

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Tired, Citra fell asleep at her desk. However, his sleep was disturbed due to the rustling sound of walkie talkies lying on the table.

“Pieces human body found floating in times between!” The patrolman's report even made Citra's morning chaotic. He rushed to take his team to TKP.

When we got there, the forensic team arrived first. She was alone, just like this afternoon. Maybe Rianti is busy.

“Good morning, Commander!” greet the patrolman who first got the citizen report.

The image only wags a finger at the officer. To be honest, he was still half conscious of his nightmare. Last night he dreamed of seeing a man who looked like his adoptive father become one of the perpetrators of the homeless murder. Or maybe even be the sole perpetrator.

The police officer explained the details of the chronology of the discovery of body parts in a black plastic. Black plastic containing pieces of the human body was found by one of the inhabitants around Kali Antara, the object was stuck on a hyacinth plant that grew on the outskirts of Kali. At first the residents thought it was just ordinary trash that was thrown away carelessly and he would throw it away so that times were not dirty.

“Six feet, six hands. You think we're dealing with demons or humans?” The doctor asked without looking.

“Sinting! They killed three people at once and made it like this!?” Haris berated the sadistic acts committed by the perpetrators.

“They're really out of their minds. Killing and chopping seems to be their pleasure,” Bara said. He pointed at the parts of the cut joint. “See! It's a job done carefully and very neat.”

It's true, it's not a job done spontaneously. As Bara said, the way to cut them was very neat.

The image of putting a hand in the pocket of a jacket and his finger was like touching something. He pulled out the paper inside the pocket, his head throbbing violently. It turned out that he wasn't dreaming, the photo was really real.

The tail of Jaka's eyes glanced at the commander, he was determined to catch the perpetrator who had made him lose that one hand. The photo in his hand caught his attention.

“Commander!” call Jaka unintentionally made Citra flinch and the photo in her hand fell off.

Jaka took the photo. “This person who paralyzed me, until I was captured,” he said while observing the photo.

It is not strange if Jaka can be easily paralyzed either Yudi or Adi papaanya. The two men were special forces trained for the battlefield. Although he has retired, Citra knows very well the ability of his adoptive father.

The image is silent and snatches the photo roughly from Jaka's hand, then approaches Bara. “Time about —”

Rustling walkie talkie cutting question Image for Bara. Again a report about the discovery of pieces of the human body, this time the chest to the thigh limit. Citra handed over the TKP to Haris and invited Jaka along with him, because there were some things he had to ask Jaka.

The location of the second discovery was about twenty kilometers from the current TKP, the car tire continued to grind the asphalt Manggala until it stepped on a damaged and rocky road in the interior of the city. On the way, Citra had asked about Jaka's speech some time ago.

“You said the man looked like my late papa?” ask Citra without taking her eyes off the streets. Jaka turned towards Citra and looked at her with doubtful look.

“Ready! Right, Ndan.” The tone of the police officer beside Citra sounded soft and uncomfortable. “However, there is something different from the man's face. But I can't remember it.”

“Wounds above the left eyelid for example?” guess Citra when parking its vehicle near their second TKP.

“Betul, Ndan. That guy has a scar over his left eyelid!” exclaim Jaka.

The image stepped out of the car, she was silent and kept silent in words, but her mind just kept asking about who the man was. Is he Om Yudi or is he his father? If it's Adi, it means that the one killed is Om Yudi. 'Could that man also be involved in the death of my adoptive parents?' One more question came before he managed to answer the question that had been piling up in his mind since yesterday.

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Will Citra manage to find answers about what is going on in her life? Is that Adi or Yudi?