8 Goddess of Flower Sanggana
Ex 10: Connected Death
*Mystery of Death Swordsman (Mis Keker)*
“If you do not want to see the corpse, wait for me a moment here, later I will come back here again,” said Murai Manikam as he stood up from his seat.
“Eh wait! We go together!” petra Kelana changed her mind.
Finally they both left half the remaining food, not forgetting to pay for the food as a good swordsman.
Both went to follow the departure of the citizens. Upon arriving at a simple inn in the village, they saw a crowd of villagers on the back side of the building. There are also one or two men who are warriors, but neither Petra Kelana nor Murai Manikam know him.
There were voices in the village commenting on the bodies they saw, like a talent jury.
Petra Kelana and Murai Manikam slipped among the residents who swarmed to form a human fence. When the two managed to break through to the front, they finally saw three corpses in the well area behind the inn.
On the wall as the waist of the well lips, fell a thin figure dressed in dark blue and dark red dust. His head and upper body were plunged into the well hole, while his stomach and legs were stuck on top.
The other two bodies were men of the village stature. They died without being seen to have any injuries. Not far from the bodies there is a replica of a wooden prosthetic leg.
When Petra Kelana and Murai Manikam got closer, they could smell the same poison as the poison on Emping Panaswati's corpse.
“Ah, Swordsman!” exclaimed a nice red-clothed man and a brown horn. The fat half-century-bellied man was the innkeeper. His name is Jendeng Wulo.
Jendeng Wulo immediately approached the arrival of Petra Kelana and Murai Manikam.
“Decars, please get rid of these corpses!” pinta Jerky Wulo.
“Why should we, Ki?” ask Petra Kelana who also has been able to conclude the cause of the death of two other bodies.
“You guys are warriors, definitely powerful. The body is poisonous. The proof, two of my men died after touching a corpse in the well,” said Jendeng Wulo.
“Who is this dead warrior?” petra Kelana said to herself as she walked closer to the corpse on the well's lip.
Without fear of getting poisoned or infected with the coronavirus, Petra Kelana gripped the back of the swordsman's corpse.
“Hah! The young man touched his corpse!” screeched at a resident who knew that the corpse was poisonous. He was horrified himself.
“Wah, how dare that swordsman!” attract other citizens.
Petra Kelana pulled the corpse out of the well hole so that it fell onto the rocky ground times around the well. The body is now lying on its back with clothes, neck and face dirty with fresh blood. The blood comes from the hole in the front of the neck.
The swordsman was a thin-faced, thin-faced, short-haired white but curly-haired grandfather and his white beard was also curly.
“This Swordsman is named Ghost Foot Three. You know, Murai?” petra Kelana said to her female friend.
“No,” replied Murai.
“Real words on Emping Panaswati's corpse indicate next potential victim. Fifteen fingers treading the earth means Ghost Foot Three, because Ghost Toe Three has three legs, which means he has fifteen fingers that walk on the earth,” said Petra Kelana, solve the puzzle of the writing on Emping Panaswati's corpse clothes.
“Why did they kill the old warriors?” murai Manikam asked curiously. He who does not know about the people of the martial world does not understand.
“Entahlah. As long as we do not find and bend the killer, we cannot know the reason they killed these two old figures,” Petra Kelana replied.
“But there is no sign of the next victim. Is it enough of Grandma Emping and this person being killed?” ask Murai Kelana.
“Means Swordsman such writing?” ask the innkeeper while pointing in one direction.
They all turned to look in the direction pointed by Jerdug Wulo. They looked at the wall of the inn board. On that wall was a sentence of fresh blood.
“Beautiful as turmeric”, those are the three words written red on the walls of the inn.
“You mean that beautiful yellow-faced and white-haired lady?” the Murai Manikam. He remembered the characteristics of the Yellow Face Angel which is very striking with the color of his face that is yellow like the color of banana skin.
“Decenders, can you guys help us get rid of these corpses?” ask Jerky Wulo.
“Just order people to dig three burrows for them!” petra Kelana's Order.
“White Tongue Prince!” a woman suddenly shouted.
Petra Kelana and the others were made quite surprised by that loud shout.
Jlegs!
Just then, a red-robed, red-haired old woman's body had flashed in the air. He landed near the dead body of Ghost Foot Three. Looking at the corpse of his fellow-civilian, the person who was the Red Hair Grandmother was instantly engulfed in anger.
The next moment, it was the turn of the black-skinned fat grandfather's figure that came. The smell of urination instantly spreads to everyone's smell. The man in brown clothes carried a glove that was placed on his body. He is none other than Satan Ngompol. He landed on the side of Grandma Red Hair.
“Legs Three!” shouts Satan Ngompol surprised to see the condition of his brothers and sisters. He moved about to touch the corpse of Ghost Foot Three.
“Do not touch, Satan Ngompol!” petra Kelana exclaimed quickly, shocking Satan Ngompol.
Satan Ngompol restrained himself.
“You've killed Ghost Foot Three, Tongue White!” granny Red Hair.
“Do not directly accuse like that, Redhead, not good,” said Petra Kelana calmly, while smiling cheaply.
The heated atmosphere made Jendeng Wulo and the citizens move back away, they did not want to be blamed either. Moreover, the smell of the snail of Satan Ngompol is very disturbing, such as the smell of latrines they have at home.
Now around the well there are five warriors. Seen a bit far behind grandma and grandpa stands Limarsih aka Swordsman Storker, disciple of Grandma Red Hair. He chose to watch the affairs of his teacher.
“If you didn't do it, then who, huh?!” granny Banged Red Hair.
“We don't know, the people who found it. There may be citizens watching the fight,” said Petra Kelana.
“Host Back!” lament Satan Ngompol who weeps without tears.
Grandma Red Hair then turned to look at the villagers who were still watching the situation from afar.
“Who among you saw the killer?!” granny Shouts Red Hair.
Getting such a ferocious question, the citizens became terrified.
“We better go, later we are killed!” said a frightened citizen, invite other citizens.
So they turned around and ran away.
However, Grandma Red Hair did not let them go. It immediately flashed rapidly in the air.
Blarr!
One long-range punch was struck by the Red Hair Grandmother, blowing up the ground in front of the running citizens.
“Ampun! Ampuuun, Swordsman!” shouted the citizens while dropping themselves lying on the ground, like a war in the age of independence.
“Who killed my brother?!” asked Grandma Red Hair to snarl. He was not far from the frightened people.
“Three grannies in white, Swordsman. It wasn't us who killed him, huuu..!” a man shouted in fear, then cried like a big man. (BH)