The Bloods Of Seven Nobles: Hidden Civilization
5000 Years later
At 01:00 in the morning
It appears that a man in his 60s is seriously watching his computer monitor, on the table lined with ancient objects such as artifacts that look very old age. There is an object shaped like a spear made of iron that has petrified visible writing on it using the chemical code “Fe” (Ferrum/Iron) and “O” (Oxygen), respectively, the shape is like there are small cavities all over the material, next to the right there is a shape like a weapon, there is a handle, a kind of waist, a bifacial slats, sharpness is made from two sides. This object found is made of stone, if the Sundanese now call it kujang. A similar artifact is a reflection of the “pi” constant itself. The “pi” constant in the kujang can be known when measuring the length and width of the tapered part of the kujang. The tapered part has a length of 22 cm and a width of 7 cm. On the left there is a stone shaped quadrilateral limas better known as a pyramid-shaped stone. And last but not least, what caught the attention of this man was a stone slab containing writings that had never been seen before.
"It is not wrong again.this is a clue where the map is located.I must immediately translate it in full, so that Janitra will find it immediately" said the man.
"The sun shines brightly, blocked by flying cars. When the blue angel is exposed to the light of the dawn, the doors of the 4 (four) corners of civilization will open. When the door is opened, the western children will wake up, and soon you will see a light brighter and softer than the sun's rays"
"I finally finished translating these ancient writings" he murmured again. So he immediately saved the translation of the puzzle into his flash drive. After finishing with his flash drive did not forget he immediately wrapped the stone slab in a black cloth bag and put the flash drive into it. Hurry up he opened one of the largest frames of the painting and slipped it into the frame neatly and hastily as if he had smelled his own death.
Soon he returned to his computer desk and destroyed all the important data related to the artifact, without a trace, without explanation, but he had calculated that one of his disciples would be horrified by what he had left behind. He immediately sent an email to his trusted student.
Suddenly there were footsteps that were so slow and smooth but could still be heard because the atmosphere was so quiet in the room that was similar to the work room of an archaeologist.
"Who are you????.." asked the man.
"Halloo.professor Dicky, long time no see. How are you doing with your favorite things?" greet someone who is wearing all black clothes with the cover of his face. It was as if he had known her for a long time. Professor Dicky Baharu, a senior archaeologist who has participated in various discoveries of buildings or ancient objects, especially in prehistoric civilizations. This tall, white-haired man also loves adventure, especially in places full of historical buildings. Accuracy and agility in observing ancient artifacts and buildings 95% always accurate, no doubt the objects of his findings have always been the target of dark collectors (illegal).
"Just tell me what you want.I've never known you!!.get out of here right away!!" snapped professor.
"Come prof.I don't want to linger playing with you here, just show me where it is, after that I will let you keep having fun hahahahahaha" he said while laughing out loud.
"Tell the criminal to death I won't hand him over!!!" the professor said while half-shouting.
"Don't blame me if you're going to meet the angel of death" while stabbing a knife into the professor's stomach many times. "Dead you old man, without you telling me I'll find him soon.
The professor immediately fell down with blood. A man dressed in black immediately searched the professor's room, opening all the drawers and fumbling around every corner he saw. But found nothing. Suddenly his eyes were fixed on the three paintings hanging on the wall in parallel. He saw the first painting measuring about 90 x 60 cm, he saw the wall behind him, found nothing, he said, turning to the second painting which was a bit large at 120 x 60 cm also found nothing, and switched to a larger painting, which was not the case, a painting of a mother goddess on one of the banks of the Indus river in Mohenjodaro, India. Opening it and carefully observing the wall behind it, he was knocked on hoping for a cavity, but again failed, he found nothing.
"Ahhhh shit!!.why do I not find anything, if my mission fails again I can be beheaded" he shouted in anger. It didn't take much time for him to leave the room immediately and remove all traces that might still be left there. And left the corpse of the professor covered in blood.
Somewhere hundreds of miles apart
A girl is struggling with big books and looks serious in front of her laptop. Small in stature, with minus glasses that always adorn his face. Casual appearance with hair that is always tied up, sometimes even seemed disheveled because for him to finish his thesis quickly is a priority, but there is something typical with his appearance, he said, on his left wrist there is a sign that if observed shaped like the sun but more to an ancient symbol, not a tattoo but this sign has existed since I was born into this world by my mother. Yes I am Janitra, S2 student majoring in cultural sciences at one of the State Universities In Surabaya, Since childhood I was very fond and impressed with buildings and ancient objects, and I was very fond of, by studying them as if I saw the greatness of my ancestors, knowing my origins. I was a student of professor Dicky Baharu's upbringing before he moved to one of the public universities in Bandung. The professor always sent me artefacts from the mountain civilization so I could study them and solve them.
"Jean..Jani!!!!....."Someone screamed out my name blindly like a demon chasing after me. He was one of my old friends, Sonia.
"What the hell are you screaming about.do you want us to get kicked out by the library guard for being so noisy??" I said with a little annoyance.
"Hosh.hosh..." Sonia's breathing
"Jani.I want to say something but you please be patient yes.don't be in shock" said Sonia.
"Dong spit don't make people curious" I said once again with half annoyance.
"Jani.why didn't you hear from the lecturers just now.they got word that professor Dicky Baharu died last night" said Sonia again.
"Whataaa!!!....you didn't lie to khan Son?" I asked in shock half to death. Immediately I went to pick up the books on the table and put them back on the shelf and I grabbed my backpack half-running I went out of the library to the lecturer's room followed by Sonia who from earlier was noisy.
"Janniii.wait for me dong don't rush" said Sonia pleading.
"Son.I decided to take a month off.I want to go to Bandung. Find out what's going on with Professor Dicky" I told Sonia.
"Crazy you Jani.it's just let the police take care of it" Sonia said.
"There's something odd about the professor's death, I'm sure he must have left me a clue" I said confidently.
Half-running fast, I didn't care about my surroundings, because my mind was only on the mysterious death of the professor to me, even I barely care about Sonia who is getting further behind while cursed.
