Red Box

Box 19: the Box Maker

I hopped from one forum to another, started today's date until the previous week, then came back again on yesterday's date.

It was the most accurate clock, where everyone was talking about this person. The original blog may have been removed, but the information about this is still hotly discussed below.

"Ryanganesh@blogspot.com."

The name is alay, exactly like the form of its founder. I think he's just a famous crazy grave digger, who's looking for attention through a blog. He's totally wrong. It had long since been abandoned, and he did not have enough skill to awaken the euphoria.

I mean, blog? When youtube and social media mushroomed in the community, he still uses the old system.

Actually, what he did did did not violate the decree. He simply uploaded a picture to his personal blog, then chatted in the comments column. What he uploaded, usually just agricultural things.

Not strange, it's the field. The problem is; he mixes personal, academic, and social network problems, in a container that eventually makes his distorted attitude exposed uncontrollably.

So, he went to agriculture, so what he posted was mostly like that. Planting cabbage, cassava, cassava, cabbage flavor, yes the agricultural sciences so it is.

People will think, "this is a person like a pinter, diligent, very educative," if you look at anything he posts. However, it will all be immediately refuted once we open the comment column.

I swear, this guy was terrible!

I've been through this all day, and it's all so ridiculous. Lots of racist messages, taunting each other, hate speech, anyway the comment column is like a jotos fighting arena. Cuman, the jotosnya was not physically, but in the form of emoticons.

Original severe. They might be made satay, if you dare dive into the deep web. The majority of people there hate that (emoticons). From there, we will be aware.

"This is a person who seems to be less sane!"

He often posts messages that he should not upload to the blog. Personal problems, anger, the main concept of a blog that was originally neat, suddenly fell apart. From the original educational blog, suddenly turned into something strange.

Like the word, it was the person who drank the water yesterday, but the effect just happened today. Such is the rough picture of Si Mat Somplak. Drink it tomorrow, maboknya now.

(If you don't know what mabokan rondap, please google. It is the most terrible, and most exclusive, type of mabokan, :v)

This kind of person is basically harmless, it's just disgusting. The thing is, he was later found tragically dead, when he was being suspected as a box maker.

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So, box makers are basically a fun side job. We simply make five boxes that we will fill with instructions. After that, we just upload the answers to the instructions to Redbox.

Later, Redbox will judge, into which category our box. Regular, rare, or premium. We will then be asked to put the box in front of the door, every time there is a booking. Through a process that is somehow clear, the box is then sent to the buyer.

From the sales price of the box, we usually get a 25% ration%. Not if the mysteries we've created are complicated enough. We will probably get that money as much as 5 times, according to the maximum number of box purchases. Especially if used as a betting box, money will certainly flow profusely.

As I always say, there is a huge turnover of money there (Redbox) every day. In fact, Redbox is touted as the most profitable illegal site, if we want to invest.

This site is basically a company, then there are shares in the body of the company, which of course we can buy. It's just not sold haphazardly. We have to use red coins, open an account through the bank they appoint, as well as some more complicated things that must be prepared.

Because this site is illegal, then the prospective investors are mostly not sane people. Those who dare to put capital there must have the support of computer experts who are not careless.

Well, Si Otong is in addition to the box maker, also has a number of shares in (Redbox) there. Reportedly, the Redbox dividend is quite promising. That's why the selling price of Redbox shares continues to rise every month.

The problem is if he's a box maker, surely he also created a mystery box, dong?

Names, language, history, everything indicates where he came from. Certainly.the mystery that he created is not far with the name of the terasi aroma. The smell of local wisdom.

Until this second, there was only one box with a description close to it, the box I broke.

Whatdidme say?

In (boxes) there, there are handcuffs; something that police usually have. There are also food packs that look familiar. That's actually evidence that points to the state, where the scene took place. Everyone knows, the instant noodle wrap onion chicken flavor that comes from where. And the strangest thing; the cut of the finger of a human hand.

It's not wrong, he must have made that (the box I broke.)

Maybe he is a murderer? How do I prepare five pieces of finger? He must make five boxes, and all five must be the same. Who provides the cut of a finger in this world? Then, could it be that he also had a relationship with Anwar?

Fucking shit! Why does everyone who seems to have a clue have to die, anyway?

Really, I hate to think about all this.

Anwar died because of Redbox, and this rice field cabbage also died due to the same site. It's a sign. Everything related to this damned site should immediately lift a foot. The police who tried to solve this, also died inhumanely.

I think carrot seedlings are the culprit. He killed the cop. I have to explain this to them.

However, when I said these findings, they did not budge at all.

*A*what's the point of waiting until they get together?

"Why indeed?" ask Gilang, flat.

"Listen, he may be your partner's killer, and he's dead!" I said, "the case is over, what else is the problem?" imbuhku.

"You think you're great?" tuding Gilang, "we're cops, remember? The possibility is already in the discourse, but the biggest problem is not that" he continued.

"Keep what?" my many.

"Why did he kill, as well as what did Mr. Yanto actually find?" reply Cross.

"He died while doing his duty" said Roni, "this is not just a random murder, he could not have died that easily, especially if the opponent was just a civilian," he added.

"Your motives mean?" I asked, and then they nodded, "crazy people don't need motive, and your theory of civilians isn't entirely correct!" continued, kalap.

Really, they just don't understand what they're doing, who they're dealing with, what creatures are there, and what they're going to deal with. Three people were dead, and they were all connected to the underworld.

I go there every day, leaving traces everywhere. If time then finds the lane, then the first turn is the sure thing I will face. I really want to avoid this, but they don't care.

"All you guys!"

I looked away, closed the discussion that afternoon. Fuck all this. My mind is so fucked up, and I need an impingement. I want to beat them both, but I don't have the guts to do that.

Fortunately, I remember a place where I could beat people up without caring about the consequences.