Illusions
CHAPTER 28 (Part 1)

The police immediately put Bryan in the car and took him to the police station.

After Bryan left. Rasya's father and mother also immediately left Bryan's parents.

"Telfon my interviewer, hurry up!" bryan's father orders one of their men.

A few moments later. Father Bryan's lawyer has arrived. They sat in the living room, along with their many men.

"That's the easy thing, Mr. Walker. The CCTV in the car did not show the face of the person in it. We can turn others into scapegoats on this case. I would also like to propose that this scapegoat should be a serial killer. And... Regarding the transaki on behalf of Mr. Bryan, we can give the reason that it was a gift from Mr. Bryan for someone who would be a scapegoat at this time. I have prepared all the evidence. Mr. Bryan also never used the car directly. Mr. Walker's son is as smart as Mr. This... It was a picture of the private driver Mr. Bryan who was opening the car for him" explained the lawyer.

Hearing the lawyer's explanation made Bryan's father smile cunningly.

"You're right, sir. We throw all the blame on driver Bryan" continued Pengescara, also smiling cunningly.

After that, Bryan's father and his personal lawyer also gave all the blame to Bryan's personal driver.

While Bryan's private driver can only accept everything, he is threatened that all his family will be killed if he refuses, and if he accepts of course his son and wife will be fine and get bail.

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Meanwhile, inside my house. Greysie was treating the wound on his hand.

"Coral, Fuckk!" greysie said, wrapping his hands in bandages.

When she finished, Greysie came out of the bathroom and walked up to me.

"Ck! Shit!" gerutu Greysie, look at me.

Tomorrow. At the Police station.

Agus came and immediately whispered to Rasya and Antony who were interrogating Bryan.

Seeing that, Bryan's lips lifted. He smiled cunningly as he raised one eyebrow when he saw Rasya's face.

"Whath?!" rasha said, hitting the table.

"Yes, sir" answered Agus, briefly.

Rasya who was overcome with anger instead of playing immediately beat Bryan again until all his face reddened, his eyes and lips also broke.

"Sir, Rasya sir should calm down. Rasya sir!" agus & Antony, trying to stop Rasya.

A few moments later. Bryan was released for all wrongs. In front of the police station had many reporters from various television media.

"Sir, how did your family respond to these allegations? Are you gonna sue Graham Friedman's family back?" ask the reporter, white shirt.

"Sir, Mr. Bryan. Is it true that driver Mr. Bryan is a serial killer? How do you think about this?" ask the reporter, red black shirt.

"Sir, sir. Sir, sir" the reporter said in unison.

Bryan didn't care, he just walked to his car and left immediately.

After Bryan's car left, the police car also came with Bryan's private driver.

"That, that... It's a serial killer" reporters said in unison. They immediately swarmed the police car.

"Pak Setiawan, is it true that you are a serial killer? What's the reason you killed the victims?" ask reporters.

"Hnhnhn, hehehehHahahaha. Does a serial killer need a reason to kill someone else?!" setiawan asked, glaring at the female journalist.

It made the reporter frightened and a little distant from Setiwan.

Then they went inside the police station. In Rasya who was being held by Agus and Antony it immediately broke away and ran, then hit Setiawan.

"Why?! Why would you want to?!" rasha asked, holding Setiawan's collar.

"Hn, heheheHahahah. Wantsome? What do you mean? Are you her brother? Ooh, yes I remember. He kept calling your name in his last moments. Too bad" booed Setiawan.

Hearing the ridicule made Rasya even more angry. He also beat Setiawan until he had to be detained by several police.

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Meanwhile, at my house. We should have gone to school today. But I was still unconscious and Greysie instead chose to take care of me while looking at the news on TV.

Greysie's heart began to pump his blood very quickly, while his hands trembled.

Then, Greysie immediately answered the phone.

"Ha-hello, Pah" said Greysie, slowly.

"Where were you all night?! Quick home!" father Greysie's orders.

"I-Yes Pah. I'm going home now" Greysie replied, trembling.

After receiving a call from his father, Greysie immediately rushed over. He saw me for a moment and then left.

Arriving at his home. In a hurry Greysie immediately entered his house.

There, his father had been waiting for Greysie's arrival. He also walked towards his father.

The plaakkk..........!

A loud slap floated on Greysie's face. While Greysie looked at his father with a hateful gaze.

"How dare you look at me like that!" his father said, immediately hitting and kicking Greysie.

"Well, papa sick" Greysie said with a small sobbing.

"I'm guessing you didn't go to school today. What do you want to be, huh?!" yelled Greysie's father.

"How many times do I have to say?! Don't embarrass me! You kids don't know how to profit!" miss Greysie's father, pointing at Greysie's face.

Greysie's hands clenched. He was going to kill his own father. That thought has been around since he was a child, even before he met me. And his hatred for his father grew bigger as he got older.

"Murm. The way it hurts, I have to take care of him" Greysie said, sobbing.

"Ckk!! Rebut again you. You should have kept quiet! If your friend is sick, let someone else take care of him. Why should you?! Let him be alone, get sick, die! Let's leave! All you have to do is not embarrass me! Remember?!!" said Graysie's father, chuckling plates seeing Greysie.

While Greysie who heard him kept trying to hold his hand, he was furious at this moment. The words he didn't want to hear even from my mouth were spoken by his own father.

Greysie drew a heavy breath, he stared at his father's hatred while clenching his hands.

Seeing Greysie's face like that made his father also no less emotional. He hit Greysie until Greysie lay weakly helpless.

After beating Greysie, his father left the house. Meanwhile, the new Artists were able to help Greysie because they were also afraid and did not dare to interfere.

"Miss... Huhuuuu" said Art, crying.

"A, I want to go, bi" Greysie said, taking off all of Art's hands, and leaving immediately.

"Neng, where are you going? Neng, the wound must be medicated first. Neng!" scream 3 Art, simultaneously.

Greysie left immediately, gas-fired his car. He drove with a car with a weak body.

"Grey, I promise. But not now. There is a time, not now"

My voice continued to echo in Greysie's head. A little while later, Greysie arrived at my house. He ran to my room.

In the room, I was still fast asleep with an innocent face.

Greysie saw me then cried a mouthful while holding his head with both hands.

"Ra, I'm sorry. L'm.. I can't stand it. Pliss awake, huhuu... I can't stand it, I can't stand it. Wake up, Raaa~" Greysie said as she cried a mouthful.

I didn't wake up, and Greysie, with a deep sense of anger and sadness, took the knife out of her pants pocket.

"Raa, banguuunn~" Greysie said once again, while a sharp knife was already in his veins.

"I'm sorry, I" Greysie said, slicing his wrist, precisely in his veins.

Blood gushed from Greysie's hands until it flowed profusely on the floor. He started to feel dizzy, then fainted.

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