Red Box

Box 13: Look at Them Face!

They're fighting over things no one else has ever thought of, catching the most useless person in the world, and it looks like they want that person to do something.

Basic amateurs, at least in a moment they will give up!

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"That's impossible!" said the policeman who had a scar on his forehead.

I was a little surprised, as I felt, she read my mind. But his face doesn't show that.

What exactly was the contents of their skulls, until they were so stubborn?

"I've said everything, whether you believe it or not" I said.

"You might be able to break a lot of boxes with that tool, but not with that one before" he said.

I tried to hold back the laughter. Besides being disrespectful, it is dangerous. It's just, it's too ridiculous. They're thinking that I'm finishing dozens, even hundreds, of boxes that Argus solved at the same time.

How funny!

If only they weren't cops, I might have told them to wash their faces.

Maybe, they just drunk? Who know's?

"You haven't seen the box we're talking about, have you?" tanyakanya.

I'm shaking. I don't mean to answer their questions, even if they represent circumstances. But, what they were thinking really made me sick.

What else are they trying to prove to me?

"Tell me, did you include the word Indonesian, in your boot program?" tanyakanya.

“No, I mean I don't know. I just put the words in the dictionary, then make a machine that can take it out in order,” I replied, “just be a word, that's all!" I continued, sok bule.

"You must have reduced the number of words so that the program was not too wasteful of sentences, right?" The Officer.

"Maybe, but I just do that based on frequency."

"We prove it now!"

The officer took over my computer, fiddled with one of the apps and smiled. He unpacked the program, did a word search, "indonesian" with the help of ctrl command + f.

That was a little surprising. I can't believe he's a little master of coding. He's correct. There is no such word in the program of words that I set. After all, who is the foreigner who would use that word?

"Keep why?" my many.

"Check that box!" his orders.

I shook my head, logged into the Redbox site using their network. Really, my mind is still inexhaustible with the level of wantonness of these people. I opened the serial number of the box they showed me, and I learned it as quickly as I could.

A rusty handcuff, a small key, (likely to open the handcuffs) as well as a familiar looking food wrap. Everything was a clue in the box. But all of that is just a complement. A clear plastic tightly sealed that's the main clue, a finger cut.

I fell silent, suddenly feeling familiar with all of this. Unlike what they showed me, I just read it as a summary.

Yeah, right after the fucker sent me a video.

Because of him I went to Redbox, got a message from the girl, and the worst thing is this. To hell with human relationships. Really, there's no one, good thing about doing this more and more often.

Remember this! From now on, don't trust strange euphoria.

At that time, I was reading the rules about Redbox, curious about the origin of the video he sent. There, I found the fact that there was an unreasonable turnover of money. People buy this, just to feel the sensation of fear.

You can look for this keyword, "unboxing deep web," it will appear so many articles and videos that review about the activity of opening the useless box.

Long story short, I visited Redbox, trying to open one. But failed to finish it. It's all just too hard.

Four boxes I studied, dozens of details I checked, dozens of answers I wrote, and hundreds of minutes I spent. But still nothing happened.

I had thought, until even the lebaran monkey, there was no way I could find the answer. Then I found it; a box with the same details they showed me. But I also visited a foreign website at that time. There, I tried to order an exclusive civet coffee at a sloping price.

Can I stop doing stupid things?

Who wants to order their own coffee from a foreign site?

Men lack of work just hope, outsiders can bring out the delicious taste in the form of instant coffee. You know, it all just happened.

When I realized I was trying to write down the word, “Indonesian civet coffee” in the wrong column. The box was solved, then they sent me a message to list the account number, to make a prize withdrawal.

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"I swear, it's just a coincidence!" my clear.

"Don't mess around, you!" snapped it.

I want to feel like I'm going to go up to them and ask, "do I look like I'm holding a console? Or my activity was as stupefied as choosing a hero?!"

Really, what I'm doing is just being as honest as what they expect. But they're pointing guns at me.

"Oath! At that time I forgot to type in the Redbox answer column, which should be looking for cheap coffee," I explained, "No body expect this! Who would have thought I broke a box? And then, it started thinking about me hacking Redbox, making that crazy app," I continued, explaining.

I know that was mistake, but they did not have enough desire to do this.

They didn't rub the alibi, and they pressed me even more. I'm getting desperate. But I can't stop thinking. The clues are visible. Just answer what makes sense.

"Samsul!" myrag.

"Samsuls?"

"That's a piece of Samsul's finger!"

"Huh?"

"You know, someone who tries to fix Redbox," I explained, from ceplos, "i mean, I heard he died in a state of incomplete body. Maybe it's him?" imbuhku.

"You mean Alex?" tanyakanya.

"Maybe, I don't remember the name, but I think the answer makes sense" I replied.

Suddenly, they looked at each other. One of them started fiddling with the laptop, then showed me something.

Geez, what other stupid thing is this?

I stared for a while, then turned away, because what they showed was very disturbing.

Those are photos of the death of someone without censorship.

Chest until the poor man's stomach opens. The condition of his internal organs is breaking out. His face was shapeless. Worse yet, his eyes were hollow, to the point that his veins scattered out.

I shuddered, nauseous, even though only a glimpse of it. Really, what was their purpose in showing this disgusting picture?

"****, why you show this?!" my protest.

"If what you mean is him, then your prediction is wrong" he replied.

"Who care? Keep that for your dinner!" my macu.

They are completely insane! What's with them? What makes them so happy doing this bullying? After all, what they showed was absurd!

First, the details about the Russian girl. Second, the picture just now, and don't forget about Alex. The surface man no one cares about his fate. Even people in their own country.

Believe it or not, the case is only widely discussed in the underworld. And most strangely, how did they know, I was the one who broke the box, something I wasn't even aware of?

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"Who are you guys?" my many.

They looked at each other, looking calmer. The gun that pointed at me, too, had been slung back.

He's really stupid! Why are you holding up that empty gun?

I shook my head at that moment, but I was just as stupid.

Why am I raising my hand when I know that the gun is actually empty? Where did my courage go? Why am I suddenly afraid of dying again?

I think it answers the question of how hope makes a big impact.

"My name is Roni, and he's my partner, Gilang," the skinny cop knew, pointing to his partner who had a scar on his forehead.

I have to admit, that guy was really dashing. Despite having scars. His body is tall, his posture was firm, supported by black hair straight like the Palimanan toll road.

"We are both members of the Cyber Crime division, and are tasked with conducting an international case investigation" he said.

"That means?!" my sergeant.

"The photo you just saw is FBI data" he explained, "while the first thing you see is Russian Federation data" he added.

I shook my head, doubting the ridiculous argument outright. They can't possibly have this gibberish solve a case.

I mean, look at them face! Especially that Skinny.

You hahu people!

Since when was cockroach drunk legalized in this country?

Eratta, the activity was indeed from the beginning never declared something absolutely illegal, so they are not wrong.

"The girl you're dying for, she's the son of a Russian official!"

Roni's trying to scare.

I actually prefer to call him Worm, but I think there's a prayer behind his name that I don't want to remember. For the sake of respecting his parents, please do not bully him, even though his appearance is really like a dewormer.

"And the one who just was an American citizen!" sahut Gilang, the gallant cop who repeatedly charged me with a shotgun.

This one, must have watched too many action movies with a drop rating, so the ambition to play shootouts so uncontrollable.

Even more frightening, he did not stop looking at me. In addition to obsessing about shooting, maybe he also likes eggplant.

Strangely, his face suddenly felt familiar. The name Gilang also holds the mind.

“Do-not..”

I immediately shook my head, as this was all too unreasonable.