The Substitute Body of a Killer

Sleep Walk

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...Flashback...

After Kai and Zidan return to drive their car. Nadhira and Marcel did not immediately follow the car, but blocked a black car that had followed Kai and Zidan from the beginning.

"Why aren't they following us? Shouldn't they be escorting from behind?" Kai asked, not understanding.

Zidan shook his shoulders. "Eitherway. Maybe they're looking after it in their own way,"

Back to two different gender humans who are being careless? Yes in the view of other riders they are both reckless, but they are not.

They were blocking the speed of a black car that had been following a car driven by someone they had to control.

...PoV Marcel...

Dhira, yes I intend to call the girl by the name of Dhira. She's a very mysterious girl. I can't guess what his little head is.

From the beginning met also strange and now we are blocking a black car that was following the car of the young master who we guard.

Yep! I am no longer unemployed. Either this is just my feeling or something. Because ever since I met this girl I've always been lucky. I was an unemployed man who was still in college and desperately needed money to pay for college very lucky to be offered a job by a great man.

Ah if only then had I really left the girl, I wouldn't have gotten a job with such a big salary.

Yes, I admit at that time I was afraid, not afraid of getting hurt or dying, but afraid that the moment of survival would cause problems dealing with the people of the upper class.

Going back to now, Dhira coded me to outwit the people we were blocking, because some motorcycles overwhelmed us.

Since our young master's car was already invisible we also intended to outwit them by entering a small alley.

...The PoV Marcel End...

Eventually after they entered the alleys and ended up in a small alley where cars could not get in, only to get rid of the three motorcycles that could still follow them.

It's a bit difficult, because in a small alley it's densely populated.

Inevitably they end up stopping their motorbike in a place where there are no residents.

3 men with a large body with a bald head, long hair, and white hair.

"Hey grandfather, why are grandfather and grandfather's two children after us?"

Nadhira actually had no intention of loting, but he only saw the man with white hair. Is he a gray hair? Her thought.

"Who are you calling grandpa?" Asked an angry white-haired man.

"You!"

Nadhira's reply made Marcel pat his eel tired. "Is this Nadhira's true nature?" Inner Marcel.

While the three men especially the white-haired man were already very angry. He's called grandpa, means old dong. He is still in his twenties.

"Don't talk, what do you want?" Like having a lot of personality, Nadhira hilariously mimic his face to be serious, no more plain-plain face.

Nadhira was tired, he could not wait anymore, because he knew for sure after returning to Ling's mension he would not be able to immediately rest.

Duaghs

Arghh

One stone landed right on the bald man's eel, making blood splatter. No kidding throwing Nadhira, the bald man's head leaked and immediately fainted due to the amount of blood.

"Who else wants to be like him?"

The flat, cold sharp and low voice made the three men there shiver.

"Gruesome!" Their inner.

No word, they chose to lift his fainted friend and leave without a sound.

...Off Flashback...

In the study room Mr. Ling sat three people of different ages silent to each other no one of them would have started the conversation from ten minutes ago.

For two young people of different gender it was only natural that they were silent, as they were only subordinates in contrast to the aged man in front of them who was sitting dreamy with his own thoughts.

Can't stand the morning young girl gender that opens her voice. He is the kind who doesn't like to wait. Ten minutes was already his greatest tolerance to wait.

Marcel gently nudged Nadhira's shoulder and got a sharp look from Nadhira. 'What?' without a sound Marcel knew if the gaze asked. Marcel shook his head at the omen, as his courage suddenly shrieked upon seeing that gaze.

"Grandfather," their attention was distracted when a ruckus sounded from before them. Who else if not Mr. Ling.

"I salute your bravery little girl! But I suggest, do not be too confident when dealing with people other than me. I'm still good, but not necessarily anyone else" advises Mr. Ling.

"I know about it! You don't have to remind me, because I always remember!"

Again Mr. Ling chuckled, he was amazed that the younger girl from his granddaughter was so mature compared to his granddaughter.

"Yes yes! You guys go rest, I call you just to accompany me earlier," cast Mr. Ling out without feeling guilty.

Nadhira and Marcel came out of Mr. Ling's study and as they passed the stairs to their room on the first floor they were stopped by a voice calling to them.

"You guys," the voice belonged to Kai who was behind him stood a figure of Zidan.

"Hm?" Deheman and raised his eyebrows next to Nadhira's omen asked what Kai called them for.

Kai, who was followed by Zidan, approached Nadhira and Marcel.

"Ep... Were you guys punished by grandpa?" Ask Kai hesitantly.

They both shook their heads. "No! Why?" It wasn't Nadhira who said it but Marcel.

"O-oh really! Alright then," after saying that Kai immediately left those who stood cengo staring at his disappearance.

"I'm sorry for him" Zidan said, scratching his itchy nape.

"Hm" Nadhira.

"Ah is not a problem! Then we go" said Marcel, who was joined by Zidan, who also went after Kai.

...PoV Nadhira...

"Hahaahhh,"

Is this true? The path I chose!

I feel this is wrong! But it is also true!?

Do I have to continue this work? Well even though I'm not into money at all, but well enough to add income as long as I don't sell some of my antiques.

Ja's...

Tok Tok Tok tok

...PoV Nadhira End's...

Nadhira stood towards the door of his room because someone was knocking.

Creattt

Only Nadhira's head came out. "Yes?"

"Marcels? What's the matter you knocking on my door?"

It turned out that Marcel was knocking on the door in a terrible state. Is he sleepwalking?

Not knowing Nadhira Marcel with his closed eyes and drool that is literate in the corner of his lips go away, Nadhira who cengo.

"Rightly sleepwalking? Wow miraculously right," the door of the room opened perfectly. The owner of the room came out and closed it back and followed where Marcel was going.

Tap tap tap

Footsteps go hand in hand in a dim and deserted hallway. How not to be quiet, because the clock shows 12 pm. Almost everyone in the village was asleep.

Prankk....

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