Chapter 18: Wirat's Secret Room

“Wasan…” Gunn had never felt so shocked in his life. First, he was shocked by the sound of the gunshot. Secondly, he was surprised that the person who came to him unexpectedly was Wasan. The doctor froze as if he had been cursed. "I.."

"Don't explain anything yet. Get out of here first!" Wasan pulled Gunn's arm to make him run and follow him. When Gunn refused to move, the police officer turned around and said fiercely, "COME!"

Finally, Gunn came to his senses and ran with Wasan's pull. Both men left the house and ran in the dark towards the motorcycle that was parked in the longan orchard that belonged to the house on the opposite side.

"Go ahead," Wasan ordered Gunn decisively. The doctor climbed onto Wasan's motorcycle without any resistance and held Wasan's waist tightly before the motorcycle took off at an incredible speed.

The sound of the clock on the wall was the loudest sound in the room at that moment. Wasan pulled out a chair to sit opposite Gun, who was dressed all in black. The doctor's face was red from the blood that was splashed on him. Wasan stared at the face of the man he loves as if he were staring at a suspect in the interrogation room.

"You're scared," Gunn was the first to break the awkward silence.

"Why do you say that?"

"I can feel it," the doctor's sharp eyes looked at Wasan. "And I also know the reason why you are afraid."

Wasan's heart trembled as Gunn stared at him. It was as if Gunn's eyes could penetrate his soul. "Do we really know each other?"

"We are in a relationship."

"Yes, we are in a relationship. We said we love each other, but surprisingly, I still don't know the real you." Wasan's voice trembled towards the end. To which the doctor had to close his eyes to recover. "You... What are you doing Gunn?"

Gunn's response was silence. This was the answer that made Wasan's heart ache.

"Why don't you ever tell me what you're dealing with? We live together in this house, why do you have to hide it?" Wasan could no longer control his voice. His eyes began to heat up. "I can understand that your personality is like that. You like to do things behind my back. You can do meaningless things in secret, I won't blame you for that. But right now, in the middle of the night, going out to see someone who was murdered at shots in front of you." Wasan pointed towards the front of the house. "What is this about?"

Gunn remained silent, which was the last straw that broke the camel's back. The policeman stood up and pushed the chair back. He ran in, grabbed Gunn by the collar, and shouted loudly, "Why aren't you saying anything!?"

"Anyway, someday it has to be like this. No matter how I hide, avoid, lie or deceive people, the sin I have committed will come back to me." Wasan was stunned. The hand that was gripping Gunn's neck slowly released. Gunn raised his hand to gently touch Wasan's, "I'm not going anywhere. When you have enough witnesses and evidence, I'll be here."

"I don't understand."

"You understand very well." Gunn pressed his hand on Wasan's cheek. "Can you wait here a little? I have something to give you."

Wasan took a step back as Gunn stood up and walked towards the shelf next to the TV. He opened a drawer and took out something before handing it to Wasan. The policeman extended his trembling hand to receive it. It was an access card with the S-Storage store logo and a key attached. Wasan's eyes widened. Now you can remember that before you were trying to investigate the secrets of Gunn by following him to this warehouse. However, when everything was over, Wasan never thought about investigating anything here again because of the trust he had in the other person.

"You can go and open it at any time. You can do whatever you want with the things inside." The doctor looked at Wasan with sweet and sad eyes.

"I love you. I love you enough to break the walls between us, even though doing so would destroy me along with it. There is nothing better than knowing each other's true selves."

"You just have to... tell me... here... now." Wasan's tears flowed uncontrollably.

"You'll find out for yourself soon."

Wasan looked at the man in front of him with a pain-filled expression. Nothing could hurt more than this. The person I believed in and trusted the most became the person I didn't know at all. What was the owner of the bloody face that was there really hiding? Are they really the wings of the Angel of Death dressed in white? Wasan was very scared. He was afraid to know the truth in his hands. The police officer slowly walked away from Gunn until his back collided with the back door of the house. Wasan closed his eyes and let the tears fall down his cheeks to the ground before he decided to turn around, open the door and run out of the house that Gunn used to say belonged to the two of them.

*****

"The stretcher staff on duty who brought my father out of the ICU was called Kitti Phonuma," Rin said as she walked down the hallway connecting the hospital buildings with Inspector Em walking beside her.

"From what I see on the CCTV, the figure of the stretcher staff lines up with the person named Tao, Kitti Phonuma. He was a tall man with wavy hair and wore glasses. However, the strange thing was that Tao was fired shortly after "He went out to stalk Onanong and Dr. Gunn and wrote notes in a book."

"Everything is very suspicious. Shortly after my father was brought to the General Ward, his heart stopped beating when his condition was improving. All the blood test results came back fine. His vital signs were good and brain function He was also clearly improving." Rin said confidently. "I think what is written in the notes is true. Dr. Gunn disguised himself as Kitti to carry my father in a wheelchair and killed him in the elevator without CCTV. He killed my father because he was recovering. If my father woke up, he could tell the truth that Gunn didn't want anyone to know."

"But Dr. Somsak's autopsy result did not show any abnormality other than having a lot of mucus in the lungs, so it was concluded that the cardiac arrest was caused by mucus obstruction."

"Potassium chloride," Rin stopped walking and turned to look at the police officer. "The high level of potassium in the blood causes the heart to stop beating. The blood test of the deceased will not show any abnormalities because blood taken from corpses will normally have a high level of potassium."

"If that's true, I certainly won't let Dr. Gunn get away. But what I don't understand is what could have been his motivation?"

"You have to ask him why he had to kill my father."

Em remained silent for a while. He looked at Rin's beautiful face and sighed, "I still can't believe you're Dr. Somsak's daughter."

Rin stared at Em's face fearlessly, "You're saying it's hard to believe that a forensic doctor like me is the daughter of a murderer, right?"

"It's not like that," Em stammered. "No one knew that Dr. Somsak had a family."

"That's not strange because my parents divorced when I was a child. I only had the opportunity to live with dad until I was 11 before the divorce. Then my mother remarried my stepfather." Rin walked towards the fence that separated the path and looked absentmindedly. "Dad was a good and very capable father. He was the inspiration for me to study hard. I liked to watch him secretly examine his patients. He was a doctor of ideals. Part of what I am now I inherited from my father. Although he divorced from my mother, came to visit me all the time to take me to meals, trips, movies and even gave me private lessons. Even the day I got my medical license, he came to congratulate me.

"And...did your mother ever tell you why they had to separate?" As soon as he said it. Em realized that her question was too personal. "You don't have to answer that question."

"It's like the news said. Dad liked men." Rin's response surprised Em. "Dad wasn't wrong for being gay. Everyone has the right to love anyone, but what he did wrong was marry my mother when he didn't love her in the slightest and cheated on her with another man."

"And the reason you came here was to restore your father's reputation."

Rin shook his head, "Dad murdered someone, and yes he did. I'm not here to find justice for his actions. Wrong is wrong, but he didn't have to die like this. At least now he should be happy and healthy." in prison."

"Perhaps death is happier than losing freedom," Em said. "But this doesn't mean your father shouldn't get the justice he deserves."

Rin didn't say anything for a while before smiling, which was an extremely rare thing. Even Em was amazed. This was because when she smiled, it seemed as if the entire world suddenly lit up. "I told you my personal story, now I want to hear yours. We have to negotiate." He nodded toward the ring on Em's ring finger on his left hand.

Em looked at the ring on her finger. "I use it to remind myself not to rush into deciding to build my life with someone when I still don't know that person well enough. I intend to wear this ring until I find someone who can make me leave my past behind."

"And have you met that person?" The doctor approached Em.

The inspector smiled slightly and looked into the other person's beautiful eyes, "I think it won't be long."

Suddenly, the phone in Rin's robe vibrated. The doctor quickly stepped back and picked up the phone: "Yes, Anan... go to the scene? Sure, I'm on my way."

Em's cell phone also rang, "Yes... 301/12 Moo 10? Who is the deceased?" Em widened her eyes and looked at Rin.

"I have to go. I have to hurry to the scene." Rin turned around and was about to walk away when Em reached out and grabbed her arm.

"I think we could go together," Em quickly put her phone in her pocket. "I was informed that a man was shot dead in a house. The deceased was... Tao."

KNOCK KNOCK

"Hello," Sergeant Narong in his uniform smiled at the old woman who opened the door of the house for him.

"Yes," she looked at Narong in confusion.

"I'm Sergeant Narong, Research Assistant, I have something to ask you." Narong took out the list of names of Gunn's home visiting patients to take a look. "This is Mrs. Kanchana Saising's house, right?"

"Yes, I am Neung's mother." The old woman looked anxiously and worriedly at Narong. "But Neung suffered from end-stage kidney disease and passed away three months ago, officer."

"Yes, I know. My deepest condolences." Narong made a symbol in front of Kanchana's name, which was the tenth name with such symbols. "Dr. Gunn was the doctor who came to visit Mrs. Kanchana when she was about to die, right?"

"I don't remember the doctor's name. But he looked like he had Chinese blood. Very handsome and nice. He took good care of Neung until he died peacefully at home."

"When Mrs. Kanchana died, were you with her? Was there anything unusual that day?" -Narong asked.

The old lady nodded, "I was there with her. There were more than 10 relatives around. There was nothing unusual. Neung's last day was very beautiful, officer. If you know the doctor, please pass on my thanks. She said, "What good doctor. "It is a great merit to help someone who was about to die not to suffer."

Narong nodded in recognition, "Thank you very much for your time."

"You are welcome."

Narong left Kanchana's house and dropped the hand holding the paper next to his body. He looked up at the morning sun burning his skin. Narong took the list of names from the home visit file in Gunn and Ornanong office and consulted with Deputy Superintendent Bird. He ordered Narong to ask each house if there was anything unusual and Narong got the same similar answers from everyone, which was that Gunn was a handsome and well-spoken doctor who took good care of patients. He was especially good at adjusting painkillers so that patients could die without having to suffer. None of them said they were dissatisfied or doubted Gunn's work.

"It seems like I wasted my time," Narong sighed as he thought that lower-ranking police officers like him have no right to complain. Narong picked up the newspaper to see which house he had to go to next as he walked towards his truck parked not far away.

The next house Narong chose was the house of the patient named Mr. Wirat Saisamut. He died due to end-stage lung cancer. The police officer stopped in front of a large, luxurious two-story house that stood out more than other houses in this area. Narong stood there awkwardly for a while, trying to look at where the house bell was.

"But I was the person who found that room!" A man's scream came from inside the house. Narong was startled and turned towards the direction of the sound.

"But you don't have the right to take things there," another woman's voice responded.

"But I'm the eldest son!"

"If dad didn't put it in his will, you have no right. We must consult a lawyer first..."

"You always knew the room existed, right? You intended to keep them all to yourself."

"No, i did not know."

"Liar!"

"Arghhhhh!"

BANG BANG BANG!

The sound that followed made the blood in Narong's body freeze. He hurriedly rang the doorbell in front of the house repeatedly. He took out his gun and held it in one hand while with the other he took out his mobile phone to call the police patrol: "I am Sergeant Narong, some people fought inside a house and shot each other. The number of victims is unknown. Come urgently!"

"It's really lucky that you came this way, otherwise the incident may have escalated from simply firing weapons to threatening each other to kill someone," said the Saimamut family maid and bowed to Narong to show her gratitude. . The father of the family was the owner of the famous nut factory in the province. "The brothers were fighting over the inheritance. They can't divide among themselves."

Narong looked curious: "Mr. Wirat passed away almost a month ago. Why are you having trouble now?"

The maid looked left and right, approached Narong, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Chatchai, the eldest son, coincidentally discovered that Mr. Wirat had a secret room underground. There are jewelry and bags that belonged to the maid. wife of Mr. Wirat. The value of those things amounts to more than ten million. These valuables are not included in the will about who would inherit them. Mr. Chat intended to renovate the house after Mr. Wirat passed away, so he found out about this room."

“So it is like this,” Narong nodded to the maid in a gesture of thanks. "So, can I take a look at the room?"

Narong entered the underground room, where two police officers were already present along with Wirat's two sons, who had calmed down to a certain extent. The underground room was well furnished and looked good with the display cases containing all the valuables.

"And when are you guys leaving?" Chat, Wirat's eldest son, started making a fuss. Narong sighed deeply before walking towards him.

"Mr. Chat, calm down. You also have the problem of being in possession of an illegal weapon and using firearms to threaten other people. Wouldn't it be better for you to stay still and cooperate with the officers?" Narong's words managed to keep Chat silent. The officer walked past Chat towards the sister.

"Hello Miss..."

Wirat's daughter looked at Narong, her face still full of fear: "My name is Meena."

"Miss Meena, this may not be related to the incident that occurred today, but I am looking for information about Dr. Gunn's patients."

Meena raised her eyebrows curiously, "Dr. Gunn? He was a really good doctor. He adjusted the painkillers so that my father could be comfortable and also made home visits. Is something wrong?"

"Can I ask if you noticed anything unusual the night your father died?"

Meena shook her head. "That night was quiet. I usually sleep in my father's room with him, but that night he said he wanted to sleep alone. Although I was worried about him, his face really looked bright that day. It seemed like he was especially in a good mood, so I didn't want to go against him and ruin his mood."

Narong was a little stunned. "Yes...and you found your father again in the morning, right?"

"Yes, I came to his room in the morning. He was in his favorite rocking chair and was hugging my mother's dress. I looked at my father and knew that he passed away happy and peaceful."

The police officer was already expecting to receive similar responses from the 10 relatives of the patients he interviewed. However, something kept him curious. "I noticed a lot of CCTV cameras around the house. Did you have a chance to look at them the night your father passed away?"

"I didn't do it because there was nothing unusual. Nothing was missing." Something that sounded like a ringtone interrupted his conversion. Meena turned to look at him and ran to the shelf, "Oh, does this still work?"

Narong followed Meena out of interest. He pulled out an old cell phone that still had buttons and was plugged into a charger. "I used this model when I was in high school," the police officer said.

"I didn't know it still works. This was my father's old mobile phone before he switched to a smartphone. I was wondering where he had left it. Who would have thought it was here, in this underground room?" . Meena's face was both happy and sad. "There must be some memories of my father stored here that I can keep."

Narong looked at Meena for a moment before deciding to put aside his curiosity and step back, "I apologize for asking about your father. I offer my deepest condolences to you again. I won't bother you anymore."

The policeman turned toward the exit. He was about to leave the room when Meena shouted, “Off…officer!”

"Yeah?" Narong turned around quickly. Meena ran towards him and handed him Wirat's phone. "Officer, read the last message my father sent. It was the same night he passed away."

The policeman received the phone and took a look. He had to open his eyes wide in shock.

The last outgoing message sent on April 21 at 8:21 p.m. to the number Wirat registered under the name Dr. Gunn read: "I have turned off the CCTV. Please help me take me to see my wife, doctor".