Red Box

Box 9: I Just Wish I was Dead

The cops? But why? Hurt ants, rarely. Why do they come to peace-lovers like me, the noblest of hearts? Less work, maybe? This is so outrageous.

I saw an officer enter without excuse. He's fiddling with the computer, something I consider half my life.

“What do you want? What do you fu..”

“See this!” sergeant.

His partner pushed my body to the floor. His body was large, and muscular. The grip of his hand was very strong, making me feel pain down to the bone. His height is very proportional. Once thrown, my body bounced all the way inside.

Guts this for a moment. Even when I was handcuffed, I was helpless. I realized, my energy is nothing. Funny thing is, I always curse people going to the gym.

Waste of energy, waste of money. That was the argument I held firm at the time.

I mean, why not be a coolie if you want a muscular body?

We can even earn money, while building for the country. Noble noble? But apparently the concept is not like that.

If you can dive while drinking water, why not?

That's the final sentence of the debate that became my mainstay. Today, I finally found the answer to my own argument.

Why not? Couse you gone be die!

Diving, diving is not freestyle!

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“What a funny thing!” snarled The Officer.

“What are you meaning? You guys just came here already very funny,” I replied.

I don't know what I thought and dared to say that. As soon as the Officer landed the raw bogem, at once regret came.

Once upon a time my view was blurry. I think his fist is as big as a grapefruit.

“Are you Dimas Alfian?” tanyakanya.

“You're wrong people!” elakku.

Again, a huge blow landed on my face. The head feels very dizzy. He hit so hard that my ears were buzzing.

“We've been stalking this place for one week, don't mess around!” yells.

Really, these guys are so funny. If they're lurking, why are they sowing salt in the ocean?

What's the point of asking something for sure?

I want to laugh. But my face will definitely be more out of shape. I'm still hoping that one day a modeling agency will recruit me.

“There are 3 things we want to know, Redbox, Anwar case, and box with serial number 12B117HG!” yell again.

“Really? I, don't even understand what you guys are saying!” I said, still acting tough.

“Oh yes?”

The officer snorted. His tone sounded annoyed, it made my body tremble. He pulled my body very easily, and stuck something onto my head.

I hope it's just a soda bottle. Feels cold. The texture is hollow like a tube.

“I swear, sir I don't know anything!”

I started whining like a child. That's so embarrassing. He grabbed my hair and banged my head against the table, forcing me to stare at the monitor.

“Keep it what?” tanyakanya.

I gawked, confused to watch the monitor.

What's their problem? Why open the reddut obralan we used? The place was only used to discuss unimportant matters.

In the forum, there was a surge in activity. There's only one reason for that. Something terrible is happening.

If only the situation wasn't like this, I'm sure it would be exciting.

(@evilp make a threat!)

@evilp

“Big news! Alex’s murder suspect, has been arrested!”

I looked, feeling very confused. Again ask yourself, where is the fault?

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“You, and all your psychopathic friends have killed many people!” tuding The Officer.

“No way!”

I shuddered in disagreement and was more confused. That's totally unacceptable.

Maybe, they're all a little sane. But for what? What is the benefit of taking someone's life?

Even if, why would they?

What does that have to do with me? Why am I being blamed?

Please, tell me!

Just because you communicate, is that an excuse?

The body and mind instantly lose synchronization. The mouth was bitter, trembling not knowing what to do. Which logic should I use to get these people to understand?

Image this, a person you've never even met. Just chat each other gab, kill people. And then, someone tell you to take a responsibility for something that you didn't do!

What are they doing?

What do they want from me?

Of the many places, why were these pitiful costs chosen?

So many high-class criminals are out there, why even prank innocent citizens like me?

Yesterday my life was sickening, now it's falling apart. Again, something cold touched my head. Body sweating. Fill the head immediately empty. When I looked, I saw a gun.

The world is collapsing. The view felt darker. Unconsciously the pants are wet.

“You think I'm messing around?” tanyakanya.

“S-I swear, sir this is a trap! I don't know anything!”

“No need to dodge, we already pocketed proof!”

His colleague who was fiddling with the computer shook his head. His skin is brown, a little thin, but no less firm. I think he's a heavy smoker, because his lips are so dark.

Judging from the gelagatnya, he seems to lack control of the computer.

“Nothing, here,” he said.

“Sini, let me check!”

His big-bodied partner took over. But his actions showed no significant change. After checking for a while, he came back to me.

“Where do you hide the evidence of your crimes?” tanyakanya.

“What crime? I really didn't do anything!” my answer.

“How do you solve the box 12B117HG?”

The box? Could it be what they mean...

“One of the free boxes I solved?” muttered.

“What?!” saith.

He had a very enthusiastic expression on his face. At the beginning he also mentioned about Redbox and Anwar. Now I understand the big line.

“Wait a minute! I can explain this!” obviously I, “ let me show you something!” continued, begging.

“Download what?”

The big officer stared cynically. I don't know why this guy hates me so much.

“Open the reddut forum a few months ago, and the existing robot application on the hard disk!”

The big officer faced the monitor, doing my instruction. Compared to the skinny one, he looked even more proficient. But his nature was truly temperament and unpredictable.

Suddenly, he approached again.

While pulling the shirt, he asked, “does you mean you broke the box this way?”

I watched the monitor. I see, he's already found the robot application I saved on the hard disk.

Thrown keyboard. Not yet able to nod, the man was already rampaging. He almost threw my monitor, if only his partner didn't get in the way. They also began to argue. It makes me a little suspicious.

After capturing the target, an officer usually directly brings the target to the base. The interrogation and collection of new evidence followed. I don't know why, I feel like they're trying to do everything at once.

“Continue at the office only!” exclaims the skinny officer.

The big high officer just lowered his head. While hitting the table, he walked away.

The skinny officer approached. Suddenly, he opened the handcuffs in my hand and told me to undress. After that, he handcuffed her again. That's very confusing.

Is this real? Don't-don't, the man has a disorder.

I'm really very scared.

“Bathhing situation!” he cried, covering his nose.

I jerked. Apparently everything I thought was wrong. Quickly, I ran to the bathroom. It's really embarrassing. It seemed, the officer was aware of my situation, and empathized.

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Actually, I don't like to shower during the day, because the water feels sticky and smells fishy. But, no one wants to go in this condition. I immediately took off my wet pants, and immediately washed my body.

Once conscious, there was no more clean cloth left. I had to use a dipper to cover the vital part. Shamed and soaked in body, I ran towards the room like a tuyul.

They laugh out loud!

That's so embarrassing.

When I finished changing clothes, the officer dragged me. They don't even let me dress up. Everyone kept paying attention, even though I lowered my face.

In the future, I will definitely have a hard time finding a soul mate. They make me look like a monkey mask.

I hope I die.