"Believe me" Moriarty the patriot/Donten ni Warau

Good or bad day?

Outside the window, the sun is already setting, but outside the birds are still singing.

During all this time, I managed to clean up all the rooms, water the flowers that stood on the windowsills, washed the dishes, the floor, and wiped the dust.

I plopped down tiredly on the sofa next to Malik, who was floating in the clouds.

"Hey" - I snapped my fingers worriedly near Malik's face, to which he shuddered and, blinking a couple of times, looked questioningly at the troublemaker - "Well, how did you look at the brothers?"

"A? No, more precisely, yes... Only there was a light blond with glasses, and a scar on his cheek, is this your professor?" - said Malik, coming out of his reverie

"No, this is not him, the professor does not wear glasses, and he does not have a scar, this is probably one of the brothers. Was there no one else in the house?" - Malik shook his head in response.

I sighed and sat back on the couch for a couple of minutes. After thinking a bit about what to do with myself, I decided to take a walk before bed.

After changing my casual clothes, I went to the exit.

"Where are you going?" - asked Malik

"I decided to take a walk" - I replied calmly - "Do you want with me?"

The ghost just shrugged his shoulders, they say, why not, and followed me out, but...

At the door stood a panting young acquaintance, or rather a police constable, Eric.

"Good evening, Luka. I ask for such a late visit" - the guy began to speak, straightening his helmet, while trying to catch his breath - "I have an important conversation..." - said the young constable quietly, turning pale before his eyes.

I have a strange feeling that something bad has happened and it annoys me.

"Good evening, yes, of course. Go to the kitchen" - I let him into my house.

I, silently, pointed to a chair and the guy sat down in it. I pour a glass of water and hold it out to him. The guy drank the water and looked at me.

"Usually Eric, do you come to me if something serious happens?" - I asked.

"Yesterday closer to night... A girl from a local pub jumped off a bridge.... The water level rose due to rain, the body was never found, or rather no one wants to look for it ..." - the guy honestly admitted - "The witness said that she danced and sang on the bridge before jumping off..."

"Is that Frida?" - I said quietly, which shocked the guy.

"Yes she..."

Thoughts swirled in my head, swirling into a funnel of images and events, and stung like a swarm of angry wasps. I clenched my fingers so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

I spoke to her a week ago, it was still good, what the hell, Frida!!!

"... And opium was also found in her room"

Opium? Did she take the drug to forget herself for a while? But why hadn't she thought of the baby?

"Okay" - I said after a long silence, grabbing a long sheet with me - "Come on"

"Where to?" - asked the young constable.

"Search for the body" - I said as if it were a routine.

The guy nodded, got up and walked with me to the scene of the suicide.

From the bridge, the constable and I walked along the river, which was already flowing outside the city. We wandered for a long time, the constable constantly asking how we would find the body, which in response I asked him to keep quiet, since it is difficult for my hunter to focus on the search.