In the end, everyone agreed to end this rather awkward bridge game. Cake felt they were, the six of them, people who got straight to the point. Because of that they just circle around looking for reasons not to feel awkward. Even though it's natural, fifteen years are not together. Messages in cell phones are not enough to change that fact.
"Friend Penketh, he's not what he used to be," St. Eadbert was a little sad, his voice a little heavy. “Me and Penketh, have been friends since childhood. We are like sword and shield. He's with his wits, while the stupid me can only rely on my muscles. He's the one who's always ruled, and it rarely ends in regret. Until a point, where the greater opinion between us, did not choose to go with him. Let's just say it went smoothly at first, after all we have some other members, underclassmen? Of course."
"Then he succeeded?"
“Yeah, yeah, that's what my pal Penketh looks like. He always gets what he wants. Even in the midst of our university entrance exams, damn Penketh was pocketing a few thousand pounds. I laugh at myself. We who are still starting to grow, he has become a towering tree. His attitude changed completely. He never chatted with me or chatted with me again, even on the phone. I feel like he's starting to hate us." The bearded man had to laugh.
Miss Corbyn gulped a bottle of vodka straight through the mouth of the bottle. “His style and attitude is more arrogant. Well, but no matter what, his arrogance is equal to the contents of his brain. So we were silenced.” Fernsby accepted the bottle of vodka Corbyn had given him and poured it into the glass. "But, before he was that successful, didn't he forcefully take you and Yates along, Zouch?"
Zouch patted lightly, “Yeah, Yates and I are a little different. The story is that after people take their own paths, time is also attacked by the schedule for the lecture entrance test. Yates and I still help with projects at the photography club, although we're not core members. Actually, compared to those of you who have clear dreams, we are still like trying our luck. The Penketh project has helped us to buy the facilities we need going forward.”
"Oh yes? Can you tell me, Zouch?” Quill changed his seat as comfortable as possible. The look on his face was so enthusiastic to hear his friend's story.
Zouch tells that just like Deacon and Penketh, she and Yates are lifelong friends. They initially met at an orphanage. In short, Zouch wanted her parents to facilitate Yates for educational support, in the end they were always together. He and Yates were never separated or even had a fight.
Elton crossed his legs “Wow that's deep! You only told that story after fifteen years, Zouch!”
Elton who was surprised with a forced smile, followed by everyone who looked excited and enthusiastic. No exception, Beckey and Gwen even felt the homesickness in the story. But Cake caught on to something else.
“I am the only successor of the family. Lectures are not too important, after all I will also be given the responsibility to take care of the family business,” Zouch said with his face lowered, his voice getting a bit low.
One of the six people ventured to ask something that he thought was a little sensitive.
“Uhm… how about…” the man in the white coat realized his mouth was a bit difficult to pronounce which he was trying to replace the gesture. His hand pointed at the nose. "Is your illness cured?"
There was silence for a few seconds.
"Yeah, Quill, thanks. I'm good."
Zouch continued her story. She admitted to Yates that she wanted to create a unique and memorable horror story. That's what makes Yates aim to become a great horror writer. Zouch felt proud when her first writing was finished. Then she offered Penketh who finally agreed and they had a horror short film project. One of the most famous.
"Eh? The 'seventh guest'? You mean that's the title?"
Zouch nodded with pride and a faint, friendly smile.
“I'm actually not too surprised that Yates, who prepared all this. Maybe it's a surprise?" Zouch grimaced a little.
The two timid men felt as if they had lifted a ton of weight on their backs. Everyone clapped and was amazed.
"Wait a minute, so you're actually working with Yates?" Quill added while panting, “So-so… this guy is pretending… really… I can't help thinking-”
The bearded man embraced Quill who was a bit embarrassed, "You don't have to be shy, kid."
"What?"
"You were embarrassing from the start," said St. Eadbert mockingly.
Everyone burst out laughing. At least they didn't have to think about the rumors and Miss Dorothy whose appearance was so unnatural. But again Cake did not show a prominent response.
"But, I heard, the rumors of Penketh getting caught in a case, is that true, Deacon?" Quill asked curiously.
"Yeah, can you guess?" St. Eadbert sighed. “Can you remember that time? Suddenly a woman comes into our room, looking for Penketh with fire on his head?'
"Fire?" Beckey frowned.
“Um… that means in another sense angry,” added Elton, "It wasn't just once by the way."
"You mean the model girl, Clara Weatherby?" Corbyn asked back.
Everyone said “yeah” except for Quill in unison.
"I even remember the yellow queen's crown she wore on the cover of a model magazine," Fernsby turned around in an excited voice, "That heart-shaped sapphire necklace, Corbyn! I think I remember saving it and eating my three months part-time salary!”
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Besides, I was also in the room when he was angry."
"About what?" Gwen asked something that the story riddle alike. It because they don't tell the story clearly.
Elton responded with a gesture, her hands as if forming a round object in the stomach. Of course everyone understands what that means. Zouch said one other project was pretty dark, so he and Yates decided not to join Penketh anymore, the sexy magazine project. Penketh has also been charged with plagiarism, which is still ongoing.
"Okay, I'll try to summarize it a bit. From what she said Miss Zouch was not present at the photography club graduation ceremony. Anthony Penketh, the maestro behind the club's success even with a few things behind it."
"One more thing, he was sued by the studio 'evilbliss' for a case of plagiarism in one of his films. If you are a fan of horror films, it is the most famous studio of this century. You must know about it."
Gwen grimaced, scratching her head in disbelief. “Oh! 'Demonic Manifestion', I'm a fan!” Beckey said excitedly.
Gwen looked at her with a sneer. Beckey's smile began to shrink, she understood inwardly that her partner was saying 'Since when? Why wasn't I invited?'
Gwen read all the captions she had just written. Unlike Cake, which uses a phlegmatic method, Gwen always adheres to the database. Due to her expertise in sourcing, she had previously worked as an informant.
"Then since when did this Dolores Yates not give any news even via cell phone message?" Gwen added. "Perhaps you know, Miss Zouch?"
“She is a novelist. Last time she said she would try to write something new. Well, that's only natural because it was my influence that she often watched horror films as the material for his novels. Not far - far from horror, more towards thriller. But I wasn't told in detail."
“Even though you are her best friend?”
"Sometimes something can be given in the form of a surprise?"
Gwen nodded and was still taking notes. However, she realized that her other partner, a man who had been landsick since the trip, had not stood out too much. Maybe not meet the time? Gwen said on herself.
After that she said that she would dig deeper into the information. For now she thought she had had enough.
"Cake, do you have any questions?" she added. “Before that, do you have an opinion?”
Cake smiled a little, he strolled around as he always did.
"It's still too early. But I suspect there must be something Mademoiselle Yates is hiding. Let's wait for developments from Mademoiselle Pusscat," he added. "I may find it strange, but that doesn't prove to be an opinion whose goal is not clear. Good night."
The two people who expected their instincts were disappointed, Cake and Beckey also decided to take a break and end this investigation. The conversation that sounded short was like inviting people to enter the passage of time, because it was getting late at night. But because of some of the things earlier, some people decided to chat for a while.
Quill and Zouch, they're having a serious conversation. Unlucky, the two electric heaters suddenly broke down, in the middle of the cold night. Because the man couldn't bear it even though the clothes the woman was wearing were warm. Reluctantly he pulled the cloth covering the fireplace.
The fireplace was filled with like charcoal and pieces of wood. Even so, they couldn't really believe his eyes just like that. That's because there is something like a yellow crown and a sapphire blue necklace as told earlier.
"Ray, just a minute. But why is the necklace in a circular position?”
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