MYSTERY OF THE NIGHT STREET

MYSTERY OF THE NIGHT STREET
Great Endeavors



"Teacher, Look at ?"


On our front ramp was an Old Grandpa who was swinging his tricycle with great difficulty.


Seen one big drum on his bike, looks very heavy and from the drum it gives off smoke, suddenly smell the aroma of beans from the front.


It turns out that the scent came from people selling tofu flowers around.


My teacher was so happy to see the old man and said to me, "Take off your jacket."


The jacket I was wearing was a hadia from my mother.


I asked him, "Why."


My teacher said in a high enough tone "I said let go yeah let go ! don't ask you too much."


Although it is very heavy heart to give, but it is okay for me to follow Master's words.


My teacher ordered me to stay in the minibus, he got off the minibus and helped Old Grandpa by pushing his bike, and the old man immediately thanked me.


I heard the teacher ask the old man politely "Grandfather, I want to ask you how to get to that village."


I was very confused "Guru is a person who has been through here many times but instead he does not know to our village."


The Old Grandfather smiled as he said "As a driver why don't you know the road, you're going the wrong way, the village is on the west side while now you're in the east."


Looking at the embarrassed expression of my Master, he said "Thank you very much, Cake, I've been circling this place for hours, for there is Grandpa who shows us the direction of the road to the village, if you can tell me what Grandpa's name is?'


The Old Grandfather said "My name is Mutto's grandfather"


The teacher said, "Grandfather Mutto, this morning it was so cold why don't you put on a jacket, what if you catch a cold, an old man like you shouldn't get sick, money from selling flowers tofu may not be enough for the cost of treatment.


While Master gave my jacket to the Old Grandpa.


Grandpa Mutto looked at the brand new jacket and stuck out his hand and suddenly stopped and smiled uneasyly "This, This is not good."


My teacher strapped my jacket to his hand and said, "You have shown me the way and this I give you as a sign of gratitude."


My teacher returned to the car, without saying anything to turn on the car, he did not drive around again directly to the village we seven, our village.


The hand holding the steering wheel seemed to be constantly shaking.


I thought he was scared, but it was cold because the weather was so cold.


Even though the night temperature is early summer but it will feel cold, but not until this cold as well, I who only wear shirts do not feel cold, what about teachers who wear jackets.


His facial expression suddenly paled like white paint.


If you think strange too.


Not felt after a few hours ago we finally arrived at the village, the sound of chickens began to crow, we also sighed and leaned back in the minibus chair.


Finally the sky began to light.


I opened the car door and went downstairs and asked my teacher, "Guru, why did you give my jacket to the stranger Old Grandpa?"


The teacher said, "This is a great disaster, do not reveal this matter, don't tell anyone about this and most importantly don't talk about the jacket I gave to Old Grandpa to anyone including your mother.


I don't understand why my teacher said that.


And I rushed home too


Someone suddenly called me.


Ryung !


Ryung !


The second day (Exactly 4 o'clock) I woke up from sleep with half conscious, suddenly my friend Henry pulled me "Quick wake up, there was a big calamity. "


I turned around and said, "Don't bother me, I'm gonna take a little nap."


Henry said frantically "There was a great calamity, your teacher died from being hit by a car."


My brain suddenly wanted to explode, I quickly pulled Henry's collar "What did you say just now about my teacher, my teacher got hit by a car and died."


Henry nodded "Exactly in front of the gates of our village, Quickly follow me there."


It doesn't make sense !


My master's house is located in the corner of the village, I myself saw it finished parking the car and directly walked towards his house, how could it be suddenly hit in front of the village gate.


By the time Henry and I arrived at Puntu, the village gate had already been swarmed by many residents.


Lying a corpse in front of the road with fresh blood that continues to flow.


Smelled of blood this scorching day, from his shape and height it looked like my Master, but why did even my Master wear my jacket.


What my jacket !!!


Obviously last night Master gave my jacket to the Old Grandpa, why is it now that Master is wearing it.


My teacher died horribly, his eyes glaring like he had just seen something.


Uncle Sun walked up to him and closed my teacher's eyes with "Anto's hands, calm down there, the villagers will help look after your wife and children."


After my Master died, then their family strength would definitely falter, everyone would not bear to see it.


Feeling Master still looking at me I immediately turned around and looked at him.


When I saw him, I was shocked and shouted, Master's closed eyes suddenly opened again.


When I ventured to look again, it turned out that Master's eyes were completely closed.


Uncle Sun said "Open eyes when he died means his spirit has not calmed down, It seems like Mr. Anto has a problem.


Mr. Anto has no sons and you Ryung as his favorite student you accompany your master until the day of burial is over.


Uncle Sun also told the people around to get a white cloth to cover my Master.


This is the age of law, the problem of Mr. Anto who was hit to death must be reported to the police, in order to be revealed all the problems of this incident and the perpetrator who hit Mr. Anto must account for all this.


Shortly after the police arrived, after conducting an investigation, the police stated that Mr. Anto died at 03:30.


How could !!!


At that time I was still with Master and we got in the village at 04:00 and at that time Master was still in good health.


My Master's death was like a thick black fog enveloping my heart and still reflected in my mind, as if reminding me of something, but unable to say.