THE ENTERTAINER
CHAPTER 2
Tomorrow. 8.30 AM. MORNING TIME.
A flash of light from the many photo camera shots from criminal news reporters and the outopsy party. Who was recording a picture of a naked woman who had been stretched stiff on the mattress. In a luxurious hotel room. Looks very disgusting. There is a sharp object incision scar on the abdomen up to the waist. And also the sewing scar that covers the injured part of the skin, still looks very wet. Feby, as a young detective who just graduated from his education must be forced to face a severe criminal case.
Although with his mouth closed using a handkerchief, Feby's eyes must see the victim who was lying dead. Due to theft of one of the core organs of the human body.
"It must be from the same perpetrator, Feb," Frans said as a co-worker of the girl who fits into a career women's magazine model.
The plastic gloves had already been removed by the long-haired young man after examining the corpse from the woman's body. One cigarette has been attached to the thick lips of young men who want to suck objects that contain nicotine. Just taken from the package. But Feby's hand was faster than the match gas in Frans's hand that would be used to burn his gun.
"It's an anti-smoking room" Feby said, glancing up at the roof with an electronic smoke sensor. That stuck to the ceiling of that luxurious room. And without a doubt, the girl who owns this beautiful face stepped on the white cigarette belonging to the brewokan man who was in front of her.
"Ops sorry .." said Frans by staring a little annoyed because his cigarette smashed under the pantovel shoes belonging to a beautiful woman who was leaving the waist.
Feby sauntered toward the body of a female corpse. After being content to damage Frans' tobacco.
"Hmm—. Two incisions. Two stitches. It's been lifeless since 5 a.m. What made him die so quickly?" feby murmured at the seriously glaring female sharp with a white blanket covering her body.
"It."
A bottle of small plastic. Like a bottle of cough medicine. Holding Frans with palms that have been re-wrapped with medical plastic gloves. A bottle that had just been taken on a small table made of wood. The one on the left of the corpse position.
"Cyanide!" feby said after smelling the smell from inside the bottle.
"Yup." Frans nodded.
"After the victim was rendered unconscious. The perpetrator immediately dissected the victim's body. Dan—. After successfully removing the kidney from the victim's body, the perpetrator opened the victim's mouth and then drank cyanide. Dan—. Finished," Frans explained trying to provide an overview of the analysis of events.
"Fingerprints?" feby asked with his face to Frans.
"Nil. The perpetrator wasn't that stupid, Feb. If he can dissect the victim's body neatly, especially just remember that he had to wear gloves to remove traces. Must've been khatam out of his head."
"And the perpetrator also knew very clearly. How to get in a safe place like this. There are a lot of CCTV cameras everywhere. Look, how he is very good at finding gaps so that his face is vague when seen on CCTV. The sideways position of the body at the time of the check-in at the reception. And wear a hat when walking in the hallway. So—. Very, very professional," Frans continued.
The leather sofa was Frans' choice to land his buttocks temporarily before examining the entire room with a special fingerprint detector.
Two adult male officers from the hospital were already inside the CTF area. Carrying an iron coffin to remove the body from the woman.
"Heeeeuf ... " Feby let out a restless breath. His brain was strained by the 5th case with the same motive. But still the top 0 results obtained by him.
A cigarette without coals stuck to Frans' lips. To his astonishment he looked at Feby who was sitting next to him. Who is rubbing the face.
"Five times in less than six months. And we again fail. What The Fuvk!" feby said with a half-desperate look.
"Sans Sis's. Not time. Wait till we find their trail." Leisurely, Frans responded to Feby with both hands stretched over the back of the sofa.
The pungent aroma of wine from the glass on the glass table near them reclined sitting, inviting Frans to pour a glass of wine from the bottle that was located parallel to the glass.
"You," said Frans offering Feby. With a hand that had already gripped half a glass of red wine.
Feby's sharp glances gave quite an answer to Frans' offer. The girl grabbed her hair and saw the man next to her drinking alcohol.
"Republic ... Henri Jayer Cros Paranteux in 1993. Taste how it is," said Frans happy. Because he felt that his tongue was spoiled with a touch of red water that he had just drunk.
"Lo has to try, Feb." Frans put his empty glass back on the glass table.
"You don't have to be so dizzy. With the evidence that we get now, we can learn more later in the office" he continued.
"Heeuf ... " The girl sighed heavily. Breathing because of fatigue. With both hands propping up his head, he showed that he was about to give up. "In every month, there must be one victim" he said in a resigned tone.
"Transaction of buying and selling kidneys is indeed more in demand by many mafia, Feb. Because of the tantalizing results of the price of a healthy kidney. And also more and more days, more and more kidney fillers are scattered everywhere. That's what makes the executor wander everywhere.
"Easy to get targets are beautiful women who are tempted with money. The perpetrators took advantage of this opportunity to trap their victims. Especially the ones that are the easiest to lure are the night worker women. With expensive price offers, they immediately sparkled. Until it ends like this.
"Lo notice, Feb. Almost all of the victims were not wearing clothes. I can assume that the perpetrator did indeed vent his desire before executing his victim."
"If you want to take a king cobra, you have to go into the nest" Frans concluded before he returned to pour red wine into the glass.
"You mean, I have to be one of those women." Feby confirmed Frans' words by looking seriously at the face of the man who was enjoying red wine.
"With your supportive body like this, I don't think they'll know you're undercover anymore" Frans replied before he got off the couch.
