Searching for... (Part1)

I sat down beside my bed and shook my head. "I have to solve the puzzle immediately while searching who kidnapped my nephew." I whispered as I keep on thinking of how I can solve the puzzle.

I decided to drive way to the house of the parent's of my nephew's mother. While I'm driving I decided to solve the other one.

August 17, 2009

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Still, I can't think of any possible answer. All I know is the numbers are the clue itself. The moment I reached the house of my nephew's grandparents, they were shaking of being terrified. The mother of my nephew's mother was hysterically crying with despair, the father of my nephew's mother was holding an ice bag on his right hand and pressing it on his lower right head while the two brothers of my nephew's mother was cleaning the all messed and ruined house. I hugged the old woman in front of me and calmed her down. When she fell asleep, I made a first aid to the old man on his wound on his head then I helped the two who’s cleaning. I told them that they can go with me, they refused but I insisted so... They go home with me. I called my police friend to ask if they had a trace where my twin brother’s best friend does is... Still, they doesn't know.

Finally, we reached the house. They told me that they can sleep on my nephew's room but I told the two brother's of my nephew's mother that they have to sleep on my room because I need their help. After cooking the meal for our dinner, I told the brother's of my nephew's mother to keep it a secret to their parents so we can move faster. I'm just thinking that they might unlock the puzzle because it was their sister who made the puzzle and they will be a big help for me. I gave them a piece of paper that has a copy on the last date of their sister's diary.

While the case doesn't have justice, I continue solving the puzzle. I gave the eldest brother of my nephew’s deceased mother this to solve.

September 04, 2010

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He said that he'll try his best to solve it. Just a minute ago, my police friend called me. They found my twin brother's best friend. I told him that I'll go unto where they found her. I want to ask her if she's the one who kidnapped my nephew. Finally, I reached where the place that my police friend told me but I guess I'm too late. I saw my twin brother's best friend lying under the old big mango tree. She's not breathing, her death was brutal. She has a bullet centered on her forehead, her skull was crash and her heart is missing. I felt uneasy, my heart begun to pump very wild, I can't avoid to think of my nephew's safety. I heard some noise; it’s a whistle of a bird. The police were busy on the spot where my twin brother's best friend dead body was lie down. I heard the whistle again. It sounds familiar. I heard it before. I decided to follow that whistle in the woods. Its echoing but I know exactly where it comes from. The whistle starts to be more nearer. I stopped when I heard voices. I hid on a tree and look at it. I saw two men, one who’s carrying my nephew on his shoulder like a sack of rice who's blindfolded and one who’s wandering. A black clothe covered their faces. The person who’s carrying my nephew saw me. They run; I run to chase them. I'm thankful that they don't have gun. The one who’s carrying my nephew passed him to the other, the guy run fast while the one who's carrying my nephew earlier punched me.

I punched him back we punched each other. He knew some martial arts, that's why I fought him with martial arts, too. He kicked me that made me feel the pain on my stomach then he run away. I stand up to chase him, I kick his left leg and we rolled down on the floor, we kicked each other a plenty times but when I'm the one who'll kick, he caught my left foot and twisted my ankle. I cried for the unbearable pain. I saw my left foot twisted and out of its position. I twisted it back; of course, it hurts like crushing my bones into pieces. I tried to follow them but my left foot is weak to run and chase them. All I can do is just follow the van using my eyes. The next thing I knew is I woke-up in the hospital with a bandage on my head, my body, and right shoulder, a cast on my right arm and left foot. I saw my police friend on my right side; he was the best friend I had since sixth grade. Now, all I had is my nephew yet he's still in the hands of somebody I don't know. I saw someone opened the door; it was the two uncles of my nephew on his mother. My police friend tapped my left shoulder then he left my room.