The day after that, it was cold and dark clouds were covering the sun. Detective Wahid took his bike near the crashed plane. There were four police jeeps which were parked on the field beside the crashed plane attraction. The four policemen were searching for some evidence and Wahid saw the girl sobbing was the girl from the couple who was covered with blanket.

“Samah! Is that you?” asked Wahid.

“Wahid? How did you know I am here?” asked the girl (Samah).

“I am here to investigate your case. Look, I know, I have hurt you long before but look at your reality. Hope, your husband’s case should be solved. I am the investigator of the whole case, so you don’t need to worry my loving ex-girlfriend. I know you broke my heart but it’s okay” said Wahid.

“Wahid, I thought you were a Casanova back then. But I heard you became someone like that after we broke up. But you are an iconic character. You are fulfilling your goals” said Samah.

“You are an unlucky woman. (Smiled) You need to be strong for what you need sweetheart” said Wahid.

Both smiled at each other with comfort. Wahid went inside the plane as he saw the dead body stabbed with an iron looking thorn.

“Ah such pain for a man like him! Rest in peace, my man” Wahid whispered loudly in a calm manner.

Wahid used the flashlight. He saw a fresh battery spilled with blood. Wahid picked up as he commented “What a bloody sister of a dog! Bloody battery!”

He saw wires torn into pieces. Therefore, he was thinking about another plan that hope the case may succeed. After that, Wahid went home with Samah, offering her tea and coffee. She said that she needs to sleep. Therefore, he went to his investigation room and analyzing the wires. He felt unpredictable. Some wires claimed that it was with a projector and some claimed that it was a broken phone. The case became twisted as a taste of a potato cracker. That was the first time he enjoyed the case (apparently after a long time after his first case).

 The investigation room has a blackboard, newspaper articles were hanged with the white boards. There were two laptops and one mac. The first laptop was grey shaped that was for his personal use, the second one is for his documents and criminal records and the mac was to analyze things before he handle the cases. There were lamps, microscopes and cameras.

“EUREKA!” he said.

He went to the projector store. The shopkeeper asked “Are you detective Wahid Alam?”

“Yes, but no time for autographs. By the way, do you have regular customers coming through?” asked Wahid.

“Yes, there are plenty” said the shopkeeper.

“Do you know anyone, who takes projectors for a month?” asked Wahid.

“No, sir” said the shopkeeper.

“Ok, should I show you a gun?” asked Wahid.

“Yes sir” said the shopkeeper.

When he point out the gun to the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper got scared “No sir. I will show you all the register”.

“Ok” said Wahid.

He showed the register. One of them was written as Durbin Kamal. Who was Durbin Kamal? Is he a psycho? A stalker? Why is he obsessed with projectors? What would he do? The questions were becoming much more twisted.

When he came out of the shop, he saw a madman with long coat, hair and beard running as if someone was chasing him.  Wahid stopped him.  The madman looked at Wahid but he was not prepared for what he saw- he was an exact copy of Sultan Shah.

“Stay away from this evil mess! Stay away from zombies!” shouted the madman.

“Hey, you old coot , are the zombies real?” asked Wahid.

“Yes, they are!” shouted the man and ran.

“Hey! Stop!” shouted Wahid but the man ran away. Wahid was almost close to understand the case but there were plans. Who knows? Wahid asked himself a question. Is he solving the case or just getting twist up?  How absurd! Wahid got interested with the case.