Luccane
Chapter 55: A Pair of Soul Liaison Netra

The sunlight that had slowly entered from the window of my room slowly but surely made my retina glare.

With patience still not fully returned, I opened my eyes trying to adjust the light that entered my eyes.

"Ah, I fell asleep apparently," I muttered while doing a light stretch on my body that felt very sore due to yesterday's achievement.

The guest room at the Mang Ujang family home I officially occupied since yesterday, moreover it has also become a firm order from Mang Ujang and Bibi.

While my house is now being sterilized by the authorities as the location of the Genesis Case, I myself am not allowed to go back there until the deadline has been determined.

I looked around the white room, paying attention to every detail of ornaments that decorated it. This room is not much different from my room in the rented house, it seems that the two houses were indeed worked on by the same architect.

On the nightstand I found a small figura containing a black and white photo of Luccane with a white shirt and bow tie that increasingly makes him more handsome. A thin smile was imprinted on Luccane's face in the photo, again making me fall into his charm.

"Luccane, I hope you've gone to a much better place by God's side. Even though you should rest in peace, anyway," I said gently as I rubbed the little figura, removing the dust.

My feelings for Luccane have not changed at all even though we are separated now and I do not know where the man is now.

I can only hope that now Luccane has gone to the best place by God's side and no longer needs to suffer because of his tragic death.

In a hurry I wiped away the trail of tears that had suddenly fallen down my cheeks, I had to be strong so that Luccane could calm down where he was.

I can no longer cry over our love story that should have ended like this, although heavy I have to accept everything with chesty air.

"Visha, let's have breakfast!" yelled Andri while knocking on the door of my room, making me hurriedly tidy up my appearance.

"Yes, I'm going to take a shower!" I shouted back to Andri.

Andri's crunchy voice was then heard from across the door.

"Yes, take a shower, we don't have to go to the police station again today."

"Yes yes.you have breakfast first," I replied while inching towards the bathroom after taking a pair of clothes from the closet.

I hope that Andri and I can find something again after this like the words of a mysterious male voice that night.

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At ten in the morning when the sun was hiding behind a cloud of darkness, Andri and I arrived at the police station.

Luckily the rain has not yet fallen, considering the parking lot and the main lobby of the police station are located quite far away.

According to the call schedule that has been aired by the police, Mr. Ricky as the current owner of the house actually came to the police station alone using his car.

"What's really going on, Miss Vishabea?" asked Mr. Ricky coldly, lowering his gaze directly towards me.

Instantly my brain's gray cells immediately remembered the speech from the mysterious voice last night until I looked up to meet the man, yes, he had a very tall body when compared to the local men here.

"I should ask you that, how can for over a year I live in a rented house that is even more similar to the funeral?" tanyaku.

The man was not too old to be called Father, only I was confused how to call him.

Mr. Ricky's left eyebrow went up, looking at me with a mocking look.

"Where do you think you can get a large rental house at a sloping price?"

"Oh, just because you offered me a cheap rental price then you felt innocent after I had several times of terror that put my life at risk? I thought you were an educated man it turns out I've misjudged," I replied.

That guy sucks! Could he consider my life as no more important than the number of kertas he calls the money? Good, if it has enough evidence I can ensnare it into legal proceedings too!

"Why are you so angry? Though from the beginning I had warned to think again before renting my house," the man replied as he walked into the police station.

After Mr. Ricky entered the examination room, I then looked at Andri straight.

"Do you feel that there is something strange about that person?" I asked Andri.

The young man nodded steadily.

"Sir Ricky's eyes are blue, how could I not feel any weirdness?"

Andri then invited me to sit in the waiting room to be able to think more clearly. The police station that morning was not too crowded, so we could still have a free space to discuss with Andri.

Lucky before handing over the old books belonging to Vin to the authorities we had time to photocopy the books.

"It's obviously very strange that Mr. Ricky is indeed a descendant of a former Babu" I replied as I looked through the notes I had summarized.

"Thus I came to think of another theory that might be true even though the presentation was small" Andri said, playing a pen in his hand.

The increasingly cold weather made me tighten the fabric of my clothes, but Andri's focus seemed completely undisturbed even though the weather was getting cold.

"What kind of theory do you mean?" I asked after putting on the hoodie, protecting my ears from the coldness of the air pressure.

"What if I told you that Vin isn't really dead, but that's all the family members who died first?" andri said with a serious look, noting the possibility in his little notebook.

Really, now Andri looks really cool like a real detective. In this way I am sure that Andri will really become a successful detective in the future.

I frowned, confused by Andri's words just now.

Is it possible that Vin is still alive?

Isn't that impossible? This nation had even been independent for over seventy years, could Vin live for over seventy years? That sounds absurd.

My thumb and index finger then moved to massage the temple, trying to reduce the dizziness that began to come disturbing my concentration.

"So, do you think Mr Ricky is a direct descendant of Vin?"