Cold Case

Clothes full of blood.   Muddy feet, and   Wounded body, which was the look of a man inside the interrogation room.   One, two, they have been talked to him for almost three days but he is just always stared at them and does not want to speak.    Repeated questions but not even one answered.   "Do you think we can talk to him to give a testimony? On his circle of friends, only the two of them survived and one is in the hospital still unconscious." An officer asked his fellow man.   "I also don't know, we've been awake for a few nights and we've been looking for a clue for a few days, but to this day there is still no trace that can point out who committed the heinous crime.” At the same time, the two men sighed, they wanted the case to end but they were still far from the truth.   The police started making noise and greeted a man who had just arrived.   "Good afternoon, Mr. Peter!"   But the man just nodded and went straight into the interrogation room. The man is known for being a good interrogator and he has no mercy or conscience because he will do everything just to make the other person talk about what happened.   It is obvious how surprised the man in the seat was when Mr. Peter slammed the books he was hold on the table. He loosened the necktie he was wearing and began to ask the man in front of him.   "Where are you exactly on October 8?" But the man just stared at him, his eyes pleaded as if begged not to hurt him. "I won't hurt you; tell me where you were that day!" Now Mr.Peter voice grew louder caused the man to tremble.   “"D-d-da-rk room, t-they chained me. He ... lp ... help me ..." The man was shaking and seemed to be trying to remove something from his hands and feet.   "Hey! Stop, stop please calm down!" Even Mr. Peter was confused by the incident; he did not think that the man's psychological damage was been this serious.   Suddenly the man calmed down again but soon, he laughed so loud, as if he was going crazy.   "They will come back, they'll come back to kill me ... they'll kill us, they won't stop until that happens!" He shouted and laughed again like crazy before he lost his consciousness.   "Sir! Sir! The person in the hospital has regained consciousness and is ready to testify about what really happened!" A policeman hurriedly said as he had just arrived.   Mr. Peter quickly took his notebook and ball pen and went to the said Hospital where the other survivor was.   When he got there he was greeted by a man sit on the Hospital bed.   The head and left foot of the man was bandaged.   "Good Afternoon, my name is Jake Peter and I will take your testimony about what happened, are you ready?"   Mr. Peter able to see the pain and fear in the eyes of the man in front of him but it still nodded and speaks.   "Yes, I'm willing to tell you everything."