Pulchritude Case
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"Why the evidence I have changed—and the recording—ah, crazy!"
This morning Val is struck by the strangeness of the evidence she has on her suspicions against Hiraet Phloxier. Before leaving for work he checked and made sure that the evidence he had bagged was still as safe as the initial form. However, when checking back the photos turned into a picture of a puppy. And the voice recording also turned into a bird chirp. Very silly and weird. I don't know who sneaked into her apartment and changed the evidence.
Since the death of Liam (his team) yesterday Val has put a lot of suspicion. She should have had other evidence of the food lab Liam brought in, but the evidence was lost along with the accident. It was as if all the evidence had been removed so that the traces of his crimes would not be revealed. Hiraet Phloxier has the big secret behind the success of the venture. It is clear they commit fraud and theft to launch the success of his business. Val knew who the owner of the famous restaurant was. He plans to file a warrant for his detention, but unfortunately the evidence he has has changed completely.
"What's? Wh-why mistress, but-,"
Once again a surprise for Val Destavin. He got a call from the Carrolyna family. Suddenly, they asked him to stop the investigation. With respect if the family is sincere. After all, this investigation takes a lot of time, there is no point in hoping that the case that befell the child will get justice. Perhaps they were too foolish to expect a glimmer of hope. It is clear that Carrolyna died by setting herself on fire.
Something went wrong with the cancellation of the case, and this is already the second time. The victim's family did take this action secretly because they might have known that his daughter was killed by someone. However, they were afraid to open their voices, so they asked a prosecutor to reveal the case. Before the victim's mother turns off the phone, Val hears someone whispering. Was the perpetrator with them, and threatened him?
The success of Hiraet Phloxier is likely related to the girl's passing. Phlox flowers and Carrolyna body scents have the same fragrance. If it is true that they do the pesugihan, is he made as (umbar?). It could have been in the past that the relationship between the Carrolyna family and the restaurant owner had a problem that prompted them to make the girl a victim (as a form of revenge). Such thoughts were in Val's mind, he linked all the theories that entered his mind. Yes, it can be, but before deciding something you should ascertain the actual facts first.
Val's goal takes this issue first because he believes that the two are interconnected. And for the theft of dead bodies—maybe the action as a form of condition pesugian they do? The supernatural covenant with the devil blinds hearts and minds. They forbid any means for money and popularity. A pretty hard case, but now the goal is even confused by someone.
"I have to see the victim's familythe whisper I heard earlier proves that there is someone else behind this cancellation."
Val rushed towards his study to pick up the suit left behind. When he opened the door he found Dariel standing stiffly facing him. They were both shocked, plus Dariel's giraffe looked suspicious. The man hurriedly put both his hands in his pants pocket.
"Wah-wah apparently there's a snake coming into my room" Val clapped his hands. "What are you doing here?"
Dariel hush. The temples are a little sweaty.
"You mute?" Val checks all his belongings, worried that this strange man might steal or ruin his job.
"I'm just looking for you,"
Everything is safe, nothing changes or changes. Val grabbed his suit and ignored the man. There was no time to take care of Dariel, he had to rush to the residence of Mrs Winter. His job was far more important than responding to the snake that had entered his study.
"Where are you going?" ask Dariel.
"It's none of your business."
"For Val wait." She followed. The arrogant prosecutor had already gotten into the elevator. Dariel is late, all the elevators are in use. He had to climb down the stairs to catch up with Val.
"Wait!" prevent Dariel while holding down Val's car door.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Stop this investigation—I know you found a big deal, but what Prosecutor Val is going to reveal is a disaster for yourself. I'm begging-,"
Val laughs. "What nonsense is this?" He grins. As if what Dariel said was just nonsense. "I'm not you. We are not the same, only one of me."
"For Val, please listen to me just once, I'm not messing with what I said. Carrolyna's case isn't just a casual case of death, it's all related,"
"Enough! Now leave. Even if you beg me to end this case I will not be merciful to you." Val said, pointing at the prosecutor's face.
Dariel could not stand his patience. He had repeatedly warned the arrogant prosecutor, but he would not listen. Didn't the man see if his partner died knowing the truth? Should he take out his eyeballs to see clearly? Oh, enough. Dariel couldn't stand it anymore, he threw a hard fist against Val's face.
"What do you mean,"
Dariel punched him again. "How many times have I told you, stop Val Destavin. Why are you so stubborn. I care because we're friends—in any way I should wake you up? If you continue to insist on continuing this investigation, you could die!" He shouted at the end of the sentence.
Val was stunned to hear and got a punch from Dariel. The prosecutor surprised him. Not about death, but Dariel called him a friend. Hey, since when are they friends? The emphasis of his speech sounded serious, but Val was still doubtful. He assumed that Dariel might be acting for profit. Dariel could have acted like a hero to save someone's life from distress.
Okay, he's the first to handle the case, so of course Dariel knows more about Carrolyna's death. In terms of motives, risks and big facts that have been investigated. However, since Dariel meddled in his affairs while entangled in the corpse theft case, didn't he take advantage of the opportunity to seek attention? Oh, whoa. Val will not be fooled again.
"If I die isn't it good for you to get the vice-chairman position? Hey man, you know what's better than that? The answer is-" Val punches Dariel in the face.
"Never interfere in my affairs again, motherfucker!" He shouted, then rushed into the car. Val stepped on the gas and left Dariel in the parking lot.
Val grabs the tissue, he wipes the blood coming out of his mouth. The fist from Dariel was so hard that his jaw was sore, even his gums were bleeding. Damn indeed. The strength of his hand seemed to have been trained to destroy something. Val admits Dariel's energy, he's strong.
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Type in the keyboard to fill the silence in Kevin's office. He is busy editing the video by compressing it to HD quality. Kevin had previously retraced the scene. He found traces of soil scratched due to blunt objects (strapped hoe handles). And the condition of the tomb that sank because the contents have been stolen. However, strangely there were no footprints or shoes around the cemetery. Video footage shows mysterious people walking on the ground dragging their feet.
Kevin tapped his feet on the floor while waiting for the video to finish. 15 Minutes later, the video was finally completed. He immediately turned around and noticed the small details of those people. His face looked pale, but they worked seriously. And also his leg ... hey, it's floating? Kevin enlarges the leg. The clothes they wore covered all of their legs. Sliding up—his wrist wearing—wait, what is it? White flower arrangement.
He opened the browser and typed in the keyword white flower. The search page has featured different types of white flowers. Kevin painstakingly traced it to match the flowers that were in the video.
"Phlox Flowers?" muttered.
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Dariel squeezed the horn while raising his head out the window. "Hey, Prosecutor Val. Stop-,"
"He again-" grunts. Val is accelerating his car. Dariel continued to scream.
Dariel's car tries to catch up, he manages to match the speed of Val's Corolla Altis.
"For Val, stop!"
"What's? You challenged me to a race? Okay," seduced Val after lowering his car windshield and replying to Dariel. They were chasing each other at high speed. Sway ahead of the other car in front of him.
Arriving at the crossroad, Val sees a Fuso truck from the opposite direction looking olieng accompanied by an uncontrollable speed. He glanced at the rearview mirror looking at Dariel's car trying to chase after him. Val slowly braked because he knew the truck would have oversteer causing the accident. He coded Dariel to pull over to the right side because from his left side the truck was getting out of control.
It seemed that Dariel did not understand what Val meant. He continued to drive his vehicle at high speed without paying attention to the right-left. And BOOM! A violent clash occurred. His car and the truck collided in the middle of a crossroad. Accidents happen too. Not only that, Val's car also became a victim because it was not far from the center of the intersection. Dariel's car was pinned to the head of the truck, while Val's car collided with the rear side of Dariel's vehicle. He shouted as the rival whimpered in pain while saying his name. The windshield of Val Ambyar's car broke into his eyes. After that Val was unconscious because his body was also pinned by the car's skeleton.
Who, then, died?
Beeps on an electrocardiogram machine filled the room. The heart rate is in normal condition, while the hands are infused and the eyes are covered in white bandages. In another room (ICU) the doctor and his nurses were panicking because the crash victim was on the verge of death. A pacemaker was attached to Dariel's chest, half of his body raised up due to the electrical pressure of the device. The ECG machine keeps track of his heart beat, Dariel's life is on the edge. The doctor has tried his best, but God is much more dear to the prosecutor. Yes ... Dariel was declared dead.
"What is this—band?"
"Whoever says where I am. Hey!" strangled him while hitting the bed.
"Work Val?" Leo (senior Val). When he heard of the accident that befell his two colleagues, he immediately rushed to the hospital where they were referred.
"Are you Leo?"
"Yes, it's me."
"What happened, say it quickly. Why my eyes,"
"The shrapnel that went into your eye damaged the cornea, so you're permanently blind, Attorney Val." said Leo.
"What's? Hey, why-," Val's surprised not to play. He touched both eyes slowly. And a loud scream exposes his sadness.
"Where is Dariel?" Val recalls that he and the man had a back-to-back accident. And also, the last time he saw Dariel was in a condition...
"Forced Dariel-," replied Leo hanging.
"Say!" val snapped, a bad premonition poisoning his mind. Don't tell me if Dariel...
"He died."
His body felt cold and frozen. Val pursed his lips tightly. The bandage that covered both of his eyes was slowly wet as unwanted tears came out naturally. Now that his head was light, the shadow of the incident was swirling around in his mind. Really it? Please tell me he's just dreaming.
No. gabe.
Not likely.
Dariel you—
I hope it's just a dream.
"No!" Val screamed as loud as possible. Her crying is breaking. He was haunted by guilt for the man's death. If Val had listened to him, this might not have happened.
Pain and pain pierced his heart. She imagined Dariel's scared face after the truck clamped her body. Val has no power to pretend he doesn't care. She was crying because she lost someone who cared about her. Val really doesn't deserve to be forgiven. He had always been rude and sarcastic to Dariel all along. However, the man was more patient in dealing with it. Now Val is aware that he is the culmination of the problem. Regrets and loss will forever imprint on Val.
"Where is he now? Tell me where he is!"
"For Val, relax. Doctor is-,"
"Take me to him. I'd like to meet Dariel one last time" Val said. He was devastated.
"Even though I can't see anymore, my fingers can still hold Dariel's hand to express my regret." she said with a cry of sadness.
If only he had heard Dariel.
If only he—
If only! If only! If only!
If only it were the most painful word. One of the impossibility sentences to materialize. In the end, only regret remained. Dariel is gone forever. No more people would interfere in Val Destavin's affairs. He who called him a friend had gone home first. His death made the arrogant prosecutor aware to be more mature and willing to listen to people. Now Val has been hit by a state capable of resuscitating his stubbornness.
Rest in Peace Dariel Bastian🥀
