This time he tried to digest the situation in front of him. Gradually, the terrifying memories that had surfaced in his head disappeared and he now looked as usual. The atmosphere of the place where he and his relatives had lived before made him feel the same sensation. Besides that, in this area he has friends that during the holiday season he definitely comes here and meets them. However, this place felt strangely empty and there were even countless police lines filling the place. Curious, he then entered the venue and looked around. Everything became dull and unkempt. Simon also found lots of footprints that looked like blood marks. Not only that, he also saw that the buildings there were all empty. When he was confused about the situation in this place, not long after he saw an uncle who was checking the place. Simon approached him and then said something to the uncle because he was curious.
"Excuse me uncle," Simon said to the man politely. After looking at his name tag, it seems he is a cop.
"Yeah, what's wrong young man."
"There's something I want to ask."
“Wait, why are you here? This is a restricted area and only the police can come here.”
“Ah, about that. I just happened to come here and want to meet a friend.”
"Friend?"
"Yes. My friend. Previously during last summer vacation I came to this area and stayed at my relative's house.”
"What? You really come here every summer?”
"Yes. Because my relatives don't mean my aunt is an artist. It is because of that that I often come to death to help him.”
"Ah, so it seems. But, what a shame young man.”
"Yes?"
"Everyone in this district is dead."
"What? impossible?"
“This is real. That's why we put up a police line and are currently under further investigation. You better go there. Don't interrupt my work."
"Wait a minute, can you explain everything?"
"What else should I explain? Everyone already knew about the case that happened here. go home.”
"What happened? Then what about my aunt?”
“Who is your aunt? His name?
“Emily. Where is he now?"
"You better go to the police station."
"No kidding."
Simon quickly went to the local police station and when he got there he went straight to them. When they were talking with Simon suddenly a detective came up to him and then told him everything about the case. case that started in the summer 3 months ago. As soon as he heard the explanation from the detective and he also found the identity of a woman named Emilly and had died. Seeing all these notes, he immediately fell silent and still felt the shock that made him feel as if a giant boulder had crushed him. He then pensively and that's when the detective said something to him.
"This case is still under investigation, that's why we will find the perpetrator as soon as possible and punish him."
"How many victims?"
"Everyone died."
"What?"
“Then, who reported the incident.”
"The incident was known by an old man who was about to return to his house after he wandered. But what happened was just a nightmare. that district no longer has anyone alive except for him.”
"Impossible. This must be a lie.”
“You still can't believe it after just coming there?”
"Seriously. Everyone died?”
“You must be strong. Don't worry, I'll catch the culprit no matter what."
Simonn, who had just been hit by reality, made himself feel depressed because everything that happened today was completely unexpected. He is now leaving the area and then starting to find information about the case alone. He who is currently in an unstable state gets himself drunk at the bar. Much of the alcohol in front of him had run out and now he looked dizzy and soon he would pass out. All this time he did not know that fact and even then, he got a package containing a torso made of wood carvings made him remember something. The one who often creates those works is just that person. And now he knew the harsh reality as soon as he racked his brain and not long after he asked the bartender in front of him.
"What do you think will happen if this case gets exposed?"
"Case? What are you talking about? You're really drunk, aren't you?"
The Batender even said that so he then became silent and sighed while cursing. Meanwhile, Zefhir who was in his residence started to look happy and kept laughing as soon as he saw the artwork which was a death gate. He kept looking at the painting that he managed to buy at a high price. At this time he looked happy and almost spilled the wine in his hand. When he was happy, suddenly his twin sister who was a woman came up to him and sat on the chair in his room.
"You seem happy. Is it because of the painting you bought," the woman asked casually.
"Oh, Zero. Of course I'm very happy. Even my blood circulation is experiencing the same thing.”
"Do not exaggerate. It's just an ordinary painting."
"No, you're wrong Zera. It is an extraordinary masterpiece.”
"Ah, it's up to you."
"Don't you want to see it?"
"No. Thank You."
"You really aren't that interested. Too bad."
“When will you return to that city?”
"I feel comfortable here."
"Really? No kidding?"
"I am not kidding. And one more thing, there is something I want to confirm.”
"What else is that?"
"Something big."
"How big?"
"As much as my pleasure."
Zefhir kept laughing until his voice echoed in this room. As soon as Zera saw a note on the table, he then noticed something strange. He himself tried to understand what was written there and it turned out to be a prose that was still related to the work on display. However, in his prose there is a sentence which, if interpreted, has a different meaning. Zera, who is an expert in literature, of course knows that meaning and orders Zefhir to throw away the painting.
"You'd better throw that painting away."
"What? why should I throw it away?”
"Don't give excuses. It says it's dangerous here."
“Did you read the note on the table? Come on, it's just a story. In reality it would not be like that.”