Finally arrived at the police station, Mr. Cake, who had a gloomy face, his footsteps pounding the ground could be heard up to the hallway where the prison was held. He even skipped lunch, or maybe something similar, because I bought some waffles, donuts, milkshakes and sandwiches.
One of the constables let us in. The man looked surprised by our arrival. He insisted that everything that happened was all he had done, aka fully admitting and giving up. I think that's a stupid phrase. Because yesterday, Mr. Cake could only ask for a two-day reprieve. Mr. Ulric certainly had to help him with this case, not make him more angry.
Mr. Cake was surprisingly calm, but I could tell his mouth was shaking a little. Because I haven't known him that long, when he bit his teeth I really don't know what happened next.
My heart jumped first before my eyes came to my senses, Mr. Cake quickly grabbed the clothes of the pathetic man named Ulric roughly. His eyes looked deeply into the man full of threats.
"Don't be funny, Monsieur Ulric! I don't mind if you die, but not this way. I could have punched a hole in your stupid brain last night and it was a legal at all I guarantee." Mr. Cake voice sounded soft, but I could feel the intense pressure as if a predator was an inch away from its prey. “Now that we're taking our time on this stupid case, at least you don't throw it away like an empty bottle. I'm sure it's clear which of us is trash?”
The man was pushed down without fighting back. But he still dodged. I want it to be about to call constable. It was clear to my eyes that the two individuals, the wolf and the sheep, were about to fill their roles. I honestly wanted to help the sheep, but he was biting. I just decided that the wolf would punish his behavior.
They are sheep that have to bite the grass, not humans...
They had to take good care of their mouths, so that the situation would make it useful…
Mr. Cake was about to beat him up, but being a highly intellectual man, he chose to give him one last chance. From his eyes now, I could tell it had to be the latter.
“I say one thing, there is no happy ending for people who agree with other people's stories. Because you will jump in and be fated by that person wants. If it's happy, you won't feel it. Or, if it was sadness…”
"You'll regret it much more later."
His voice was soft in the man's ear, threatening. While the man gave a small snort repeatedly saying 'please forgive me' while crossing his arms to protect his face.
Mr. Cake gave time for the man who had made his blood rise to the brain to wake up. Slowly he tried to get up. The expression on his face still looked scared, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, almost like someone in a coma.
“No one believes in me… never will!” His face was down but her tone was protesting. “While I… am not very smart about this.”
Because I couldn't bear it, I asked a constable's permission to get him a glass of water.
"That's why you gave up?" asked Mr. Cake with a soft tone.
His eyes glanced at the face of Mr. Cake slowly. He nodded slightly.
"Right."
The glass of water was given to me and I immediately put it on the table. We asked the man to take a sip if that would make him feel better.
“So….” Mr. Cake raised an eyebrow.
The man was silent for a moment then looked at my face. He seemed to mind a bit. This man still looks at us differently.
"Like I said yesterday. Dream, I stabbed Ann, repeatedly, then she replied to me with a stab in the hand." He pointed his left arm near his shoulder. "This is the former."
The wound was still a little wet, but it certainly did resemble Superintendant Orin's hair clip yesterday. I thought it was the blood splattered from the stab at the victim. Well, it's not strange because yesterday that person was covered in blood.
"Very well, monsieur. Honestly killing someone in a dream is the last thing I believe in the most.”
"So it's impossible?" I asked curiously.
“Non, it's almost impossible. Because it requires some conditions. That criteria almost happened to Monsieur Ulric himself. After all…,” he added after pausing for a moment. "Are you taking sedatives?"
His fear had started to fade, his hands only trembled slightly, but he was reluctant to answer. His palms folded and moved slightly. He was trying to open his mouth.
“To be honest, I don't want to talk about this…”
He said so, but it was the other way around and he just talked at length. He tells a little about his past. He admitted that he did not have a happy childhood. His father, Jacob Ulric, was a government employee who was a liar. Corruption, collusion, and stepping stones were made for his selfishness. However, he does not look like his behavior. He eats anything, not only friends, colleagues, even his own family. Eater of hope and happiness.
Furthermore, when he was in elementary school, he didn't have too many friends. The golden time of childhood is to play, he spends learning. With force, coercion, and without the slightest willingness, there is no way of refusing and solely so that the Ulric family puppet is held in high esteem. Instead, his father, indoctrinated to limit the association, only to be used by his dirty plans.
“I live only for my mother. Mother is not from a prominent family. Force situation…,”
Add Mr. Cake straightens out his point, “Married for financial reasons, well, that's a fairly well-known case. Please, continue,"
He nodded. “Yeah, like that. Mother is a painter who hopes for heights. That hope was thwarted by reality, nothing worked or someone did the dirty way. My mother told me, long before they got married, she asked him to paint her face. You can see the results in his bedroom."
So that's his dad's room, I thought.
He continued, he said that his father was captivated by how beautiful mother's paintings were. Within days they were married. The pre-marital and household phases are different, he added, like the earth and the sky.
“Since I was little I have never seen my father happy, apart from having to obey his wishes. Time went by so fast, until finally my mother fell ill. Until I was at the end of middle school, she couldn't stand it." His face was sad mixed with frustration. The veins near his neck began to show.
"If you please, what does she suffer?"
He shook his head didn’t have the clue. But according to his father's colleague, Mr. Finn, it's something like damage to her body's cells from inhaling the smell of oil paint and thinner. Her blood vessels burst. Mr. Finn is a doctor and researcher who was facilitated by his father for a project aimed at facilitating the solution of chronic diseases such as cancer. Again and again for the benefit of the father's image in the needs of the election. The project ate up much of his father's fortune. Mr. Finn was like his own biological uncle, the second person he respected after his mother.
He continued, one day the project was suddenly discontinued. Mr. Finn also rarely played with him and even visited for a little chat. He plans to introduce me to someone he respects and loves. The last time, two weeks after his mother died, was the last time he saw Mr. Finn.
“The only one I have respect until now, Belladonna. Mr. Finn said I wouldn't be lonely anymore, because Belladonna would take his place from then on. With age."
Hearing that my eyes are a little misty. But I tried my best not to get carried away by the atmosphere. Although I must admit that we were starting to misjudge. Sometimes for something that looks bad automatically judge based on it regardless of its past.
"Unfortunately your father did not agree and instead made him a housekeeper?"
He was silent for a moment, his face lowered.
“That idiot! I don't know anything, other that than making me angry," he said softly with a small nod.
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