Pulchritude Case
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Glossy sheets of paper are strewn on the table. The 9×6 cm print photo shows the results of various activities from Hiraet Phloxier employees. Pictures of some people gathered around the table, they were cutting and sorting meat (beef maybe?). Since yesterday, Val immediately launched an investigation to uncover his suspicions about the restaurant. Val assigns one of his teams to sneak among the restaurant workers.

In less than 24 hours his team managed to get some evidence. Not only do the photos show the awkwardness in the restaurant, but the sound recordings taken provide strong evidence that the meat they processed may not be 100% pure beef. Menus such as Salt Egg & Beef Quiche, Beef Schnitzel and other preparations are being investigated by Val by testing them in the laboratory. From the video footage, he can hear someone say 'fresh corpse' as mixed material. Disgusting, the prosecutor was nauseous after hearing and imagining the food he had swallowed that night.

If the search is correct the restaurant is related to the loss of a person's body, then the end is already its heyday. The authorities will certainly close the luxury restaurant, and of course Val will flood the praise for revealing the big secret. One ammunition has been revealed, it's time to find out about the Phlox flower and the smell of Carrolyna's body. Val plans to meet Dariel at his residence to ask him something.

The clashing of the cup with a weathered changed the awkward atmosphere to be more fluid. The old man before Dariel looked seriously at him, not knowing what Reynold was thinking. Today the charming prosecutor visited his parents' home in the capital, the second meeting in years.

"I thought you forgot your parents." Reynolds opened the conversation.

"I'm sorry, I'm too busy with work so there's not enough time to visit the house" she said with a lowered head.

Reynold breathed a long breath. "Front month the inauguration of the new governor and Father is the candidate. I hope you come and give me your full support,"

Dariel nodded.

"The inauguration will be held after the appointment of the deputy chief prosecutor. Somehow you have to get that position," he continued.

He's looking up. What his father said clearly shocked him. Dariel is not sure if he will get the position, while Val is also comparable to him.

"I can't promise. Because Prosecutor Val also-,"

"That idiot guy?" sidling while frowning. "Riel, you're so much better than him. I've heard that the boy stumbled upon a case of forging the identity of a corpse, so why would you hesitate like this? Oh, really,"

"It's just a misunderstanding-,"

"Stop! I don't like it if you defend him. You've done enough to help him get off the charges, it's time to focus on Dad's orders."

This was the reason why Dariel was lazy to visit his parents' house. He is required to be perfect, his father who is crazy for office and thirst for praise makes him depressed. He will try in his own way, so do not force a will that Dariel cannot fulfill. About the election, he left everything to the top brass. Although now his points as a competitive prosecutor are much better than Prosecutor Val, but he never knows what will happen in the future. The superior points he currently had did not guarantee success in the election.

"I will put all the decisions in the hands of the higher-ups. They are the ones who have the right to determine who the next deputy chief prosecutor is,"

Reynold squinted, he breathed heavily. "Alright, you don't have to bother to do it. I will give you that post instantly. See you later, Dariel Bastian."

His pupils widened, he understood what the father meant. The man wanted to do a dirty act in order to achieve the position. Reynold himself was able to be sworn in as governor thanks to his dirty actions by bribing several parties. From the beginning Dariel was already aware of that, but he chose silence because he did not want to interfere. Actually, he could reveal the cunning of the father by humiliating him in front of the pubilk, but what about the fate of his family later? Oh, naw. Dariel is not ready to accept any blasphemy. The mask to cover his shady veins was being processed by the wood craftsman (hahaha).

"I'm sorry, Dad. Don't do anything about money to get into office, even more so for me. Better to lose with honesty, than to win with lies."

"You insinuating me?"

"..."

"Didn't you understand? Enough of our family to be looked upon one eye by those arrogant humans. Now we have the power and the money to prove it to them" Reynolds lamented.

"You should be proud because of me, this family has gained popularity and dignity in the eyes of society. Imagine one day Dad becomes president and you become governor, think that this family's— will be looked upon great." His obsession sounds overwhelming.

"I don't want any of that, Dad. Popularity and electability will last a while. Right now I just want to live in peace and walk according to God's terms,"

Reynold was silent, he clenched his hand.

"I'll say goodbye first. There are a lot of unresolved cases, see you. And please send my greetings to Mother, thank you." straightforwardly and immediately move away.

Enough to get here just obey his father's wishes. Since entering the Ethereal Law Firm, he learned many lessons from each case he handled. Sometimes Dariel feels the dirtiest among his colleagues. He was able to become a senior prosecutor who is respected by many people because of his father. He was easily able to shift other prosecutors who might have been much better than him. Dariel felt like he had stabbed them in the back. Such a dirty act he had already reached here alone. Never repeat the same mistake.

Thinking about the nature of the father sometimes frustrates him. At first Dariel just relaxed Reynold did just that. However, the more mature and the way of thinking is more mature. All of this is untrue and perverse. He was grateful to have been made aware, but his fear of karma in the future made Dariel worried. All bad actions will get a reply, right? Dizziness, his head feels heavy. He can't wait to get to the apartment and sleep.

Entering the corridor of his apartment, a man was leaning against the wall while occasionally glancing at the watch. Yep, he's Val. I don't know how long it's been there waiting for Dariel's arrival.

"Hey, this is a surprise. Are you waiting for me?"

Val smiled in anguish. "Don't be confident. I came here to ask you something you know,"

Dariel opened the door, allowing his rival to enter. "What do you want to drink?"

"no need. The water in your house is too murky for my holy throat."

"Yes, yeah whatever. Now quickly say, what do you want to ask—you know? I don't know why I feel confident about getting that position, so I'm preparing a party for my inauguration next month. Oh, it keeps me busy." Dariel put his foot on the table, he purposely did that to make Val feel hot.

"Give me a copy of Carrolyna's death. And tell me what you've found in this case,"

Dariel scrunched his forehead. "You're still hunting the culprit? Prosecutor Val, you better forget it. There are still many other cases that are bigger than this,"

"Don't lecture me. Give it up,"

"No. I can't give it to you,"

"Why are you so selfish? Hey man, this matter is no longer your responsibility. Besides you have nothing to lose when you give it to me—oh, I know. You want me to pay, right? Alright." Val took out his wallet.

"Go home. I'm not interested in money" Dariel stood up and opened the door for the man. Val felt insulted, and Dariel rudely kicked him out.

He gripped Dariel's collar, then pushed him. "If I wasn't a prosecutor, I'd make sure your fucking face would crumble and take no shape."

"Whatever you say, but my message is not to continue this investigation. A great and terrible threat may be lurking at you, Prosecutor Val." added Dariel.

The phone ringer broke the mood. Val raised the call, someone reported if the investigator he sent to reveal the restaurant had an accident and died at the scene. He stared at Dariel for a bit, then turned around and immediately rushed towards the cemetery. The man did not mess with what he had said. However, Val still did not believe in all of these oddities. It's up to Dariel to warn him repeatedly, but the stubborn prosecutor won't listen.

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The weather these days is hard to guess, sometimes all day hot or even rainy all day. The impact of changing weather affects the body's immunity. Since meeting with her birth mother, Jasmine's epilepsy has recurred frequently. And now that the boy had a fever, Yardan fell asleep beside him while hugging the child. Every waking up Jasmine was like a frightened person, this made her anxious. I don't know what happened to that kid.

Mosquito bites wake up his sleep, unconscious afternoon changed night. He forgot to cook for dinner. Walk towards the kitchen and start the stove. Today's dinner menu is his daughter's favorite fried chicken. For the ability to cook no doubt, Yardan is quite good at processing some food menus. Such expertise is obvious because it is familiar with its daily activities in the kitchen.

"I forgot to take out this trash," Yardan turned off the stove, reaching for a black crackle filled with kitchen waste.

Before stepping down the stairs, the widower stopped when he heard someone crying from one of the apartments. It sounded so roaring with a loud bang. Yardan was curious, she turned the direction towards the source of the sound. Ride the 11th floor and stop at apartment number 45. The more he listened, the more he cried. As if his condition was in a depressed state.

"Excuse me?" He knocked on the door. There was no answer, but the sound of crying stopped.

The door opened slowly, the room light suddenly lit up by itself. Yardan held the knob and opened it even wider. The atmosphere was quiet and messy, then followed by the sound of water gurgling from inside the bathroom. His footsteps grew wider to see who was inside. Yardan was only worried if someone wanted to commit suicide, so her goal was to want to stop that stupid act.

After peeking out of the doorway, a little boy was performing a silly act by banging his head against the bathtub. Hurry Yardan in to stop him. However, the moment the child turned around it turned out to be Jasmine. An empty look with his head bleeding. He shouted loudly while hugging her. Yardan was so panicked and confused as to why her son was here. Isn't he sleeping in the room?

"Jasmine what are you doing?" Yardan cried, she carried him back home.

Jasmine convulsed and her mouth let out a foam. "Dear survive, huh? Why are you there."

"Oh my God, what happened to my daughter."

A female scream was heard from inside her apartment when Yardan was at the door. Obviously it was Jasmine's voice, but wasn't her son holding her? The man turned his head, his eyes widened when he saw who exactly was in his arms. Yep, she was not Jasmine but rather a demonic figure that resembled her daughter. Without a second thought, Yardan threw it out of reach. He screamed into the house and locked the door. Run to the child's room to make sure Jasmine is still there.

The horror was even more pronounced when the door of his apartment was knocked on by someone. Plus Jasmine was clamoring indistinctly with her eyes closed. The fragrant aroma of the flowers he knew began to rule the room. Yardan tried to calm her son. Suddenly there was the sound of some people reciting strange spells, a group of black-robed humans in front of the door of his room. Carrying a white flower arrangement that is clad in each neck. No doubt they sprinkled it in front of the room.

"Go! Stay away from my daughter! Go!!" yardan. But all of that was in vain. They barged in and tried to take Jasmine away.

"Jasmine!" his screeches.

"Dad?" call Jasmine who is standing behind him.

He gasped when he saw his daughter was doing well. His right hand held a spatula. The hot oil behind him boiled until it spurted through the thin t-shirt he was wearing. Yardan turned around to turn off the stove.

"Dad, why stay quiet from now on? Jasmine called out to Father, but did not respond. Quite silent like a statue," commented Jasmine.

Really it? Wait, what just happened? What's wrong with her? This was strange and Yardan was speechless. Really, he was about to throw out the trash and then heard the sound of crying. Carrying a child with a facial condition ... Ah, enough. Yardan could not imagine it. And also those people where did it go?

"Dad!" reprimand Jasmine, again her father was dumb.

"E-e—Jasmine—you're okay right? No one was hurt, right?" He twisted Jasmine's body to confirm her condition.

"Jasmine is fine. Dad why the hell?"

"No. Dad it's okay—oh, yes, fried chicken is soon ripe. You must be hungry, right?" Time to clear up this confusion. I don't know what happened to him, it's beyond thinking. It was quite terrifying when the shadow flashed across his mind.

The events that Yardan had just experienced did indeed occur. It was just that Jasmine's position remained in the room and was sleeping. The boy woke up when his father shouted loudly calling his name. To his surprise he decided to get out of the room and confirm what had happened. Jasmine discovered her father was pecking at the stove with a blank look. For about 5 minutes the man did not respond, as if his soul was wandering somewhere. A creepy event he just experienced.