Red Box

Box 25:3 Million

The handlebars of the latest flops, shiny tires, and riveting fingers riveting the style of children racing. While speeding away dashing pretentious, I smiled to myself as everyone watched me.

Can I take home how many cabees, if I bring this thing home, huh?

Along the way, that stupid thing I kept thinking about.

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Arriving at the boarding house, Roni immediately asked questions. He wanted a testimonial about his motor pride, but I answered as if I didn't care. Envy is half dead. I wanted to say that he didn't deserve to wear it at all, but that would just make me look pathetic.

I moved to face the computer. I put on the headset, and the DJ songs immediately blared into the ear. His voice was rasping with flood, finally not heard. I decided to study the case from the beginning again. The longer, the more bored this ear hears the story of his laughter with a favorite motorcycle.

Just now Rian, yesterday Yanto, before Alex, and before Anwar. In addition to Alex, the perpetrators of the murder of the three men have not been found.

Do not forget the Russian girl who has a social media account named Rose Williams. He may not be dead, but his case is also closely related to that site.

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What happened to Redbox?

My hypothesis is that Rian is Yanto's killer, and Gilang is Rian's killer. He probably planned to make me a scapegoat, taking advantage of this corrupting situation.

Most likely, Rian killed Yanto. Making his fingers into the contents of the box cost hundreds of dollars. Knowing this, Gilang could not possibly remain silent. What else, he himself said, “he already considers Yanto as father.” Or maybe also, Gilang really hate the band d’nasiv, so kill him?

Fuck their reasons!

The problem was, why would he help me clear the name, if the goal was that? Or is this just a tactic?

Maybe I should investigate Anwar first, because it's the weirdest case. Until this moment, the clues about his death are still covered in fog.

Let alone the perpetrator, the contents of the premium box that he uploaded are still gray. Stuffed bear. Barbie sometimes too. But everything has blood spots that can only be ascertained using special fluids. It is not clear whose blood is there. People say it's a little boy's blood.

I'm looking at the second evidence. A clear plastic that is only a few inches wide. I'm not sure about the exact size. But from the search, the width is no more than two sticks. Just like the previous doll, hidden evidence is shrouded in the form of human fingerprints. Looking at its size, it is certain that the fingerprint belongs to an adult. But again it is unclear who the owner is.

I know, all this information is very premature. It really makes me very sorry.

I should care more. The events that happen are bound to each other. If I had been more interested in it from the start, things might not have hung up this bad. I am tired of repeating this. They all must have known it.

I decided to open a video from Argus yesterday. But it just seems to irritate me more.

This is really so stupid!

What I consider the main evidence, it turns out is just a short video, recording the activities of two men and a little girl. They really didn't do anything. Just talk for a while, then get in a nice car.

A type of black sedan, with a shiny logo that looks very clear. I think Korean manufacturer. Cars are worth tilting, but have exorbitant parts prices. They just go away as the duration of the video is not up to 2 minutes.

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“Sial, he fooled me!”

I stood up, took off the headset and scrambled from the front of the computer.

If I stay seated, I might destroy the screen, and regret it for life.

“Why?” ask Roni.

“Cuman pissed himself!” answer me, “I go out for a while, yes!” my continue.

“Do not want! Our job is to keep an eye on you, remember?” Ronny.

“I just want to calm down for a moment, kok!”

“Bener, yes beware of all sorts!”

I waved my hand, left the room. Sitting on a pile, contemplating something as obscure as a vagabond.

The clock shows at nine. But Roni has not budged, but usually seven o'clock only has been careless. I'm sure he'll be here soon.

Damn, me and my stupid fingers had time to act. It will be a bloody night.

Stupid time!

I sighed, drifting deeper and deeper into the darkness of the night.

My mind is completely fucked. No more foul ideas. So stressed was the vibrating phone, I barely realized.

What do you want, boy?

The screen on my phone shows pictures of Lisa's phone and photos. But it disappeared as soon as I tried to lift it. Apparently the girl had already tried to make the call six times.

Curious, I called back immediately.

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“Ha-“

“Bang Dim! Why else, anyway?”

Not to say hello, the girl immediately charged.

“There are nyariin, tuh! Request compensation he said!”

“That must be a scam, bring a motor, pick up brother cepet!”

“Udah malem, Dad can not give permission. A true original, bang! I already out 3 million money for nebus brother, you know!”

“Who said?”

“Ish, if not that, where might be the older brother in?”

“They bi-“

The call suddenly just dropped.

“Basic brash sister!”

The head feels really boiling. I want to slam my phone right then and there.

Wait a second!

If it's true, why are they still torturing me? Why keep telling me this?

I saw Roni wave her hand, go ride her bike just like that. Behind him, cross the road towards me. I immediately looked away, feeling very sick.

My body shuddered, cold air instantly gushed from all directions. The hustle and bustle of the annoying outside world, suddenly felt silent.

My mind is becoming more and more unhinged. I felt like I had stolen a neighbor's rambutan, then suddenly the owner entered my house without permission.

Really, why is my intuition only accurate at a time like this?

I still feel the air of Roni's presence, but the sound of his motorbike going away, sounds very clear. I wanted to make sure of that, but he immediately reprimanded before he could look.

“What do you mean this afternoon?!” Sparkling.

I turned around, looking at her irritated face, standing at the door. It looks like a chicken that lost its baby. And as expected, Roni was gone.

I wonder, why do the wrong people always seem more sinister than the right ones?

“You alone, how?”

“I asked first, answer first my question!”

“This is not a gasoline queue, no matter who goes first!” I said, “what are you planning? Or maybe, you are the culprit?” imbuhku.

“Hah, you've gone crazy, huh?” Gilang.

I'm clucking. I think he's right. They were obviously hiding a lot of things, but I still wanted to work with them.

“You think this is fun?” my many.

“Listen, that is an important case, a state secret! I can't possibly say that to civilians!” Gilang.

“Oh, yes? Then why would a cybercrime division like you get an order to handle a murder case?”

“Why are you? Always a loser!” he said, “does your conscience really die? We lost a precious person, can't help a little?” he added.

It's bullshit!

“Does 3 million money not help enough?” my answer.

“What do you mean?” Sparkling.

“You asked my family for ransom, then forced me to help, even losers, can be angry if too underestimated!”

Glazed just silent, looking very hit. Whether it was just a skit or what, it seemed like he didn't know. But I don't care. In my eyes, they are all the same.

“You also came to the house to ask for compensation, right? Is that what you like with the illegal money? Quickly tell me, how much more do you guys want min-“

Instantly, a raw bogem landed on my face. My body was thrown off with no power to withstand the energy of the Cross. He actually hit very hard, to the point that his voice made the next door neighbor come out of the room.

“One more time I heard you say that, I smashed your whole face!” threaten her.

Something salty felt on my tongue. I think it's blood. It feels really fishy. As soon as it spit, apparently the red thing actually came out. I'm not too surprised. SMP time also often experiences this.

“Is it okay, hitting civilians just like that?” my many.

The salty taste in the mouth gathered again, making me spit once more. I must have been doing it on purpose, but I don't care. Although considered provoking.

“Enough! If you don't want to help keep quiet, don't make things worse!” shouts, pull my collar, “till anytime, you're just a loser!” coined.

After saying that, he left. Neighbors who saw the scene hurriedly entered. Fear of seeing the attributes Gilang wore. I tried to get up with the remnants of the energy. And the longer it took, my face started to hurt.

Anyways, do you know what he knows about me?

Even though what he said was only honest criticism, to me it was really quite astonishing.