2:00 pm.
"How?" Asked a policeman beside me.
I shook my head. "Nothing," I replied.
"Ah .." she said quietly.
The policeman then went away from me. His heavy steps I can feel from behind my back. I smile. My eyes have not got away from what I see in front of me. A young woman lay awkwardly on the ground. His black shirt was ripped roughly. Her pale lips seemed to tell me how she died.
'Help me,' he said.
'Show me,' I told her.
The woman remained silent, her eyes slowly open. Her pale lips spoke again.
'That man, that guy who killed me.'
"Who?" I asked. Then the woman closed her eyes. I slowly approached the woman's body.
"Who are you?" I asked her. But the woman remained silent, as stiff as a corpse.

"Hey Firman!" The voice interrupted all my conversations. This time, a big tall man came up to me. "How is the Word, do you have a clue?" He asked in a hoarse voice.
"Not a detective," I said quickly.
"This case is the second time, you are our mainstay. How many cases have you solved? But these last two cases seem to be hard on you. "
I sighed. Feel failed. The man tapped my right shoulder.
"Try hard," he said again. I smiled wryly.
"Give me a little more time, then you can pick him up."
"All right," he said and left.
I pull out a small notebook from my bag. I torehkan some writing in it. Young women around the age of 20 years. Black clothes, torn. Shoulders at the top there is a slight tear. Do not wear shoes, shoulder-length black hair. I paused, then reentered my notebook. I slowly circled the woman, if only I could find the evidence. I tilted my head, crushed my own lips. I was shocked absurdly, suddenly the woman got up, stood firm, and ran right through my body. Shit! His spirit was released. I tried to pursue her spirit.
"Wait!" I yelled as he ran to set the location of my bag that had been half open.
"Hey!" But she continued through the forest not far from where she had been found this morning.
"Missing," I complained.
I threw my hat to the side of the body. Why I'm so difficult to solve this case. Two women have been killed in different locations. Their age was twenty and they both dressed in black. I feel like crying because I can not help the Police in this matter. Behavioral instincts as someone who has a blunt sixth sense already, is useless. I turned and went back to the woman's corpse. 'I'm sorry, I'll try to find who your killer is,' I told myself.
10.30 pm.
I woke up, my body wet with sweat. I had a nightmare. This is the first time I've been pictured by murder victims in two cases being handled by the police. The pouring rain outside the house woke me up. Well .. february moon that I do not really like, because the water will remove any evidence from those cases. I try to fall asleep again. Ah .. that face, the woman's face. If he lives maybe I will fall in love with him. The oval face, the lashes of her eyes. Gosh .. 'I've fallen in love with a corpse,' I chuckled to myself. Sleep and maybe I'll forget it little by little.
9:00 am.
I got out of the car. My right leg stepped on the mud so out.
'Rainy, rainy night, shit, my shoe gets soiled.'
"Word! Hey Firman! "The man called.
"Yes detective for a moment," I jumped to avoid a puddle of water.
"Yesterday did you find this?" The man raised something in the plastic.
I watched him closely. A neatly folded letter.
"May I open?" I asked her.
"Sure," he handed over rubber gloves. I quickly put on.
An orange letter with a crow stamp on it.
'Dear Anna, you are such a beautiful woman, I can feel your scent from afar, your pulse, your heartbeat, it makes me want to have it. I want you Anna. Have your soul and your blood. '
"It's very neat, but I think he's left-handed," I said. "How do you know?"
"Look," I pointed out several letters.
"The letter A is different from the one in this sentence. Leeches, haste, wishy-washy, especially with someone who has been mentally ill like this. "The detective nodded. "Well maybe you're right," he said.
"Look detective, you can start by investigating this bird logo. Then you investigate the person closest to the victim starting with a parent, girlfriend, teacher, friend, and surely the victim is fighting when the offender wants to hurt him. "The detective was silent.
"But what do you think is the motive behind all this?" He asked.
"I think it's just a psychiatric issue, and the perpetrator is very obsessed with a young woman and dressed in black. The woman yesterday found on the edge of the forest, she told me that the culprit is a man, she throws her body away. While another female victim was found in the car, he said the culprit had a wound on his right hand. "
"A hint I think. All right, I'll investigate as you said. "She patted my shoulder again. I smiled at her. The detective went away, but he turned back to me again.
"Hey Firman, how do you feel you can talk to the dead?"
I shook my head. "It's like splitting a mountain."
The detective laughed. "All right," he mumbled.
7:00 am.
The bulletproof vest that I use always makes me hot. Detective Mursa told me to stay quiet next to the car, while he and some police surrounded a house in a slum. This morning I was awakened by a phone ring telling me if I was going to arrest the culprit. One family reported missing their daughter, a week ago. Police believe that the girl has not been a victim. The atmosphere is pretty gripping. Detective Mursa returned to see me, his breathing sound.
"What do you think?" He asked cautiously.
"I leave it to the police."
"OK."
Soon, he commanded to tear into the house. A minute, two minutes, three minutes, there was no sign of resistance. However, in the fourth minute, there was a shootout between the police and the perpetrators. I closed my ears. The very thing I hate! I'd rather see a ghost than listen to the whistle of a bullet. Ten minutes walk. A member of the police came out of the house. "Clear! Medical! Medical! Hurry! "I gasped. Medical? Who needs medical? Without thinking, I ran into the house. And see the very horrible sight. The perpetrator committed suicide by shooting himself, not far from him, detective Mursa lying with a wound to the left chest.
"Word .." he called. I quickly approached him. He pulled my front shirt so that my ears could hear his words. "Look .. This time you solved this case, the culprit we've paralyzed, the missing girl was hidden in the basement. Ah .., "his voice stifled.
"You are great Word .. You are great .." he tapped my cheek.
"But the detective .." I pause, Mursa detective slowly closed his eyes. His hand fell to his side. I stood up, away from him. "Oh Tuhaaan," I shut my mouth, not believing. Detective Mursa is gone, he has died.
I was crying, crying between two choices, I managed to solve the case and lost the best teacher. Before long, Mursa's detective spirit woke from his body. I walked away. He just smiled at me and stepped out of the house. I did not go after him, knowing he had found his way. I still can not believe what I just experienced. And promise in my heart if this is my last case. I can not afford to face death for death again. With a heavy step I left the scene. Climb into my car and drive fast. But I did not realize that someone was following. And he is the evil spirit. From the rearview mirror I can see him smiling his prettiest smile.
"Damn .."