Red Box
Box 23: Do It by Yourself!
The sound of the door opening sounded. It's almost 9 o'clock, so it's time for him to come.
“Is there progress?” ask Gilang, enter while opening the jacket.
As in her own home, she began to take a chair and sit next to me. Behind him, Roni immediately followed. The man sat on the sofa, as if he did not care about the development of the case.
“You should see this!”
I flicked my hand, showing a screenshot. It contained a chat history that I happened to get, when the previous son of a bitch was busy watching.
There was a number and a little conversation. It seems quite natural, but a lot of things are going through my mind.
(+6282xxxxxxxxx)
Is this safe, sir?
^^^Tenak only.^^^
(+6282xxxxxxxxx)
I believe that yesterday was no problem either.
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“What is this?” ask Gilang.
“You see the language they use?” tanyaku, “see also their number code, +62!” I continued, pointing at the monitor screen.
“What is important?” sahut Roni's.
“You're looking for a suspect, aren't you?” my question, “catch this guy, he must be a villain!”
“You are overreacting,” replied Gilang, trivial.
He immediately turned away, looking one eye at the mysterious message history. It might look like a normal conversation in their eyes. But for some reason, my gut feeling is so bad. I'm sure there's a terrible meaning behind that brief message.
“Excessive? He stared at the conversationalist inside the deep web for over an hour, doing nothing!” yell, “swear by Alex, he's a shithead! I'm sure of it!” sanku.
“Tap-“
“Alright, we will check the person,” break up Gilang, “but while we do, you should explore again the mystery of Anwar box,” he added.
“That's impossible!” yell, “hundreds of people try it every day, but nothing works!” my continue.
“Then, be the first!” answer, lightly.
“Gigimu!”
“No emotion so, just collect all the instructions, let the rest of us take care of.”
“After that? After I managed to find all that, what?”
“What else? You are free to do anything!”
“You're serious, Lang?” sergeant Roni.
“Whatever why, I feel like everything will be done soon, as long as all the instructions are collected,”.
Really, I'm no longer excited about doing all this. He did not say directly. But I assumed, he realized that I wouldn't be able to break it.
“Then I return to headquarters, it's almost past the clock!” pamit Gilang, “oh yes, do you make noodles? Smells from rice cooker,”.
“Oh no!”
I hurriedly ran and opened the stupid machine. As I was worried, my instant stew noodles had already expanded to the size of a clothesline. It was even instantly destroyed when I picked up using a spoon.
It's great!
I'm talented to be a chef. I just found a new recipe that no one else would think of. I call that exclusive dish, “Instant Noodle Porridge with Cobochan Water.”
If interested in making it, I suggest adding some flies as a topping, and cook it a little longer so you get more excited. The spirit threw it into the sewer.
Goddamnit!
It doesn't even deserve to be called trash. My stomach is really hungry, but now I have to open another pack of instant noodles. Fortunately, this stupid thing did not make me forget.
Really, what they say sounds dubious. I'm not sure if they'll actually let me go after all the clues have been collected. But I'm handing over my remaining energy again today.
My eyes moved as fast as possible. Swipe one forum, then immediately switch to another forum. I don't know how many I've traced, and fried noodles worth this consumption only one mouthful remains.
Deep web, Reddut, medsos, goomble, I've tried everything, but the results are minimal. Doll, this thing is a sure one. I can't provide any physical evidence, but dozens of photos from various sources corroborate this one clue enough.
When luminol was detected, the doll showed blood. Someone thinks it's a murder case. But no one can be sure. For sure, this box should be special. It is impossible to make this premium if the content is just a fad.
A plastic. It's unclear what this means. That's a definite second clue. The five boxes proved to have this thing in them. Just like the first evidence, I can't present any physical evidence. But people believe the plastic has a veiled fingerprint that can only be seen using ultraviolet light.
Again, no one knows whose fingerprint it really is, but that is obvious; it forms the word, “DAMN.” Real creative. It was like meeting the Box Maker and giving him a gift.
There's another rope. People are talking about dirty ropes. One of the people who claimed to have bought the box explained that he had a cold for a week after touching it. People later believed that the rope was deliberately covered with various disease-causing bacteria.
The last one is video tape. As long as I can find a copy of this video, then my task will automatically end. Unfortunately, the people who had bought the box never uploaded the video to the surface. If ever, the video will be immediately deleted goomble party.
Superfluity. After knowing how heavy PR is, sometimes I become lazy to do it. It has always happened since I was a kid. I mean, how do I present that video? The evidence, even once, does not show a reasonable relationship at all.
All I could do was ponder, in front of the screen thinking of some ideas. Something tells me that it's very easy. But others warned me of the problems I would face. Creating forums, browsing forums, planting viruses, everything I've tried. There's only one more way I haven't tried, but it's definitely time-consuming.
How else would you like? The easy way usually does not work.
I dug up as much information as I could, looking for traces that could lead me to a bright spot. The remains of clues floating on the surface are not enough to serve as evidence, while I need authentic data. Again, I had to dive.
@User_666
@Dean
@Evil_p
Etc...
Now, I have hundreds of accounts that I checked. They are all senior people, the most active in the Redbox world. Their history in the underworld I've learned, but none of them have a copy of Anwar's tape video. My mind was dead-end, then suddenly someone sent me a message.
“What are you looking for?”
I was really surprised.
How can he be aware of my activities? Then I realized, he planted a virus into my computer. Really not polite!
^^^“What are you meaning?” my reply.^^^
“You just stalking anyone, bast*rd! Are you a police?”
^^^“I just try to get lot money, lol!"^^^
^^^"Why do you think that?”^^^
“I got it! So, you want a try to solve this?”
(@Bluewheel, send you a picture)
This guy never stops making me dumbfounded. He sent me a picture of Anwar's premium box; something I'm trying to solve.
^^^“You right, 5k dollars for solve this one was ..”^^^
“I know! So, what do you need?”
^^^“I have anything, dude! Clue, picture, and many more."^^^
^^^"The last one is video tape! No body was uploaded that!”^^^
“Wait minute!”
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No way!
I roamed all day, tracing all the trails one by one. How could I forget, he was the one who knew the most about the underworld?
I should have done this from the beginning.
(@bluewheel, send a picture!)
A 1-minute video over 26 seconds later sent to my computer. I really feel stupid. All of this would have taken me 5 minutes if I hadn't felt so good.
“Everyone try it everyday, lol!"
"I dont expect anything!”
^^^“I’m still trying yet, bro!"^^^
^^^"Just wait an announcement.”^^^
“As you wish! Remember to give me some tip, dude!”
^^^“Ofcourse, send me your address!"^^^
^^^"Some Starbucks packages will be delivered to your door!”^^^
“Awesome, dude!"
"If you lie, wait the chicken cars on your bed!”
I can only shake. I decided to save the video first, and then I played some games. It's been a long time since I've entertained myself.
Once conscious, several hours had passed, and Roni suddenly patted my shoulder. It just so happened that the game was very bad. My team only contains Kindergarten children, so I decided to leave early.
“What's up?” my many.
“Can you bring this to headquarters?” tell him, show me a Chinese manufacturer's black laptop.
“Not it has Gilang?” my question, then he nodded.
I tried to dodge, thinking of some stratagem. But he immediately held out a key.
“Wear my motor!” said it.
I haven't even said anything yet. But Roni kept shaking. I had to get the keys and I brought the laptop. I really can't avoid this guy.
“Can-can he forget?!” gruntuku, “insert into bag!” imbuhku, get ready.
...
Arriving at the headquarters, I rushed to show the laptop, saying the intention of my arrival. One of the men then checked for a moment, before telling me to wait.
While waiting for his arrival, I decided to open his laptop. I know there won't be any of my favorite games. But at least there is a game of chess or solitaire. But I did find something terrible.
“How did you open it?” ask, Gilang.
“What is this?!” my answer.
“The laptop should be locked, how do you open it?” Sparkling.
“Isn't he that guy? The man I explained yesterday? Is he really a box maker?”
He fell silent, taking the laptop out of my hand. How he looked at me was really disturbing.
Why her? Why is he looking at me, as if looking at a troublemaker? Really, I didn't deserve to be treated that badly, and I decided to leave.
“Happy running errands, sir!” myrag.
“You where you are!” reprimand, “hey!”
Turning around, I pointed my middle finger at him. Although it's hard to believe, I can't see it wrong. All this time, he's been working on the man's death case. He even knew so many things, but somehow he let me waste my time.
“Enough, i’m tired! Do it by yourself!” my sift.
