Vanessa Elvia

Mission failed

The deg!

"Why me? It's weird, it doesn't taste good." Vannesa muttered as she felt uneasy with her heart, she felt a little uneasy by somehow.

Though now Vannesa is on a mission, he does not want if until the action this time failed, just because of his bad feelings.

"It's not wrong, this is the place." Vannesa muttered when she reached the apartment building of her victim.

Vannesa smiled when she saw her different appearance in the uniform of a food delivery courier. 16 minutes ago Vannesa got information that her victim ordered food at one of the restaurants, and Vannesa sneaked into the restaurant, put on her uniform and volunteered to deliver her food.

Then here he is now, standing in the apartment lobby with fast food parcels, preparing to go to the top floor of the apartment.

"Can I help you?" A receptionist asked when she saw Vanessa.

Vannesa smiled "Yes, I want to deliver this order to the residents of the apartment on the top floor." Answer Vannesa.

"Well wait a minute."

The receptionist was seen pushing a phone button, contacting the residents of the top floor of the apartment.

Vannesa glanced towards the watch on her wrist 'Ck for a long time.' Vannesa murmured in the heart.

"I've asked, please let you go up to the top of the foot. Orders are awaited." Said the receptionist kindly.

"Thank you." Vannesa said briefly.

After that Vannesa smiled at the receptionist and walked towards the elevator. He pushed the button to the top floor of the apartment.

Ting!

Vannesa got out of the elevator and walked leisurely towards the room of the victim.

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Vannesa waited at the door patiently. While waiting he occasionally glanced at the watch in his hand again, 5 minutes without answer or signs of the door opened he felt a little suspicious.

"Am I wrong on the floor? I think it's true." Vannesa murmured softly.

Vannesa decided to knock back on the door of the room but did not get any response from the owner. "What'sthis? Should I call the receptionist? It'd better be!"

Finally Vannesa went back down to the lobby and called the receptionist again.

"Excuse me?" Vannesa asked as she placed the package of food she had brought at the reception desk.

The receptionist looked at Vannesa, she frowned at seeing Vannesa return with the food she had brought.

"What's wrong, brother?" The receptionist was confused.

"So didn't you call the room on the top floor? Why did when I got there no one opened the door? Even I've knocked on that door repeatedly but the result is the same." Vanessa asked the receptionist.

The receptionist was slightly surprised to hear a question from the delivery courier in front of him at this time. He pushed a few numbers back on the phone.

Vanessa could clearly see the worried face of the receptionist. And he also believes the person he is contacting right now is the person he will meet.

"Eh why can't it?" Say that reception. He again pressed the same number as the previous one, but still the call from him was not received.

He had tried it 3 times but the call remained unraised, making the receptionist also Vannesa feel a little worried.

'What if he's dead? But how can it be?' vannesa thought to herself.

"So how is this? Obviously the phone was picked up, but now it's not. I'm worried something's happened to her." Said the receptionist in a panic, Vannesa who was similarly panicked did not know what else to do at this time.

"Call your boss, we'd better check the cctv on that floor and we'll have to go upstairs and to that guy's room." Vannesa said spontaneously. It was not concerned about the receptionist's anxiety, but worried about his own duty to kill the drug dealer.

"Yes, good brother." The receptionist with trembling hands contacted his boss and said all the situations, as well as checking the cctv camera on the top floor of the apartment building.

10 Minutes passed and Vannesa was still standing with the receptionist at her desk, of course, the receptionist did not harbor any suspicion of Vannesa. He thought that Vannesa would still have a dependency on the food order he was carrying at this time.

"Sister, I checked the cctv footage. But there was no strangeness at all, no one entered the man's room from there. There are only hotel staff and you who do not even enter the room. Is he asleep?"

Although the reception tried to think positive but Vannesa knew that in fact he was panicking and afraid, Vannesa was only able to shake her head.

The statement Vannesa gave made the receptionist even more afraid, she was afraid of something bad happening there.

Moments later the hotel manager with a security came with a little run towards the two.

"What's this about? What's going on?" Ask the hotel manager.

"Look sir, this brother wants to deliver food orders to guests on the top floor of the hotel, before I have called him and said that the order was delivered to the top, so that the order was delivered to the top,but when this brother arrived in front of the guest room the door did not open, even he had been there for a long time and knocked back the door but the result was nil sir. And I called him but the result was the same, there was no answer from him. I'm worried about..." The receptionist explained in detail what happened to him and he was reluctant to continue his last sentence.

"It's possible to just fall asleep, let's go upstairs. Oiya are you the one who's going to deliver the food?" The hotel manager turned to look at Vanessa. Realizing that Vannesa smiled and nodded politely.

"Well you come anyway you have to feed him, too, Della you are. The reception desk will be awaited by someone."

"Good sir." Answer the receptionist called Della.

The four of them quickly entered the elevator and headed to the top floor, Vannesa was just plain not like Della who looked panicked there.

"Well why is Della so freaked out?" Vannesa murmured in the heart.

Ting

The elevator doors opened and they quickly went out of it to the only room door in the apartment. On each floor of the apartment there is only 1 room.

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The knock on the door of the room was again heard, but the current one who knocked was not Vannesa but the manager himself.

After a few beats even his call did not get a response he finally decided to tell Della to open the door using a spare key.

"Della, you've got the spare key, right? Open Del!" He told Della, and was immediately obeyed by her.

Chequek.

The door opened, and with a trembling Della opened the door slowly. The light in the room was just dimly lit making anyone who came did not immediately see the conditions inside.

And when the manager was about to step in, Netra Vannesa saw something strange.

"Stop!" Vannesa told the manager that his foot was about to step inside, and he quickly pulled back one leg.

"What's wrong?" Ask the manager with a probing look.

"Look clearly sir, there are lots of blood in this room, and look at the victim lying on the floor. Please don't be rash!"

All pairs of eyes immediately looked into the room, and sure enough on the floor of the room there were a lot of blood spots and victims lying with blood that had flooded his body.

"Geez!" Della who saw it inched backwards, her body stiffened and her face was deathly pale. Della held Vannesa's hand tightly, as if afraid to look at the room.

"What's this! Why could it happen! Quickly contact the authorities now!" Tell the manager to security and immediately implement it.

'How could this happen? Whoishe murderer? Does he have many enemies? I haven't even seen what he looks like.' Vannesa muttered while looking into the room.

"Sir? How'this?" Ask Della to her manager.

The manager sighed heavily and looked at Della and Vannesa "You know how else, we can't do anything Del. We wait for the authorities." He said in a weak tone.

"Good sir." Della replied while still holding onto Vannesa's arm, she clearly felt that Della was trembling with fear. Vannesa also does not want to let go of Della's grip on her, she will remain so until Della calms down again.

"Sorry before, but can you stay here too. Not that I suspect you, but the police will need you later." Said the manager to Vanessa.

Vannesa smiled "Of course, I don't mind. But let me call the restaurant where I work now if this order can't be delivered."

"Yes you can, Della let him go first."

"Good sir." Della immediately removed her handrails from Vannesa, and Vannesa walked towards the window in the hallway to let her know. But not to tell the restaurant but to its headquarters.

Mission report & Status: Failed. The victim had been killed by someone before I came.

Vannesa took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, she bit her lower lip, her mind kept thinking about who was behind the murder.