One, Foreign Paper

   "What is this?"  thought her and started picking the little paper off the floor.  With a lot of curiosity, she began to open the contents of the paper. Then, see with her own eyes what was written in the foreign paper.

   She also read it with seriously and tried to guess the answers from random numbers that was printed in there.  She started activating her personal hacker account and typing the number. 

    After searching and looking at the list on there and was very much of its every type, she found a link that looked interesting.  She also started pressing the link, but suddenly the laptop screen changed!

   There are various slides with trusted and well-written informants.  Incidentally she likes stories where the outline related to investigative cases and starts reading them until she forgets time.  Suddenly, a suggest entered her brain suddenly and made her hesitate.  She also left the case he was reading coolly and saw the activity of this link.

    "Is this foreign police information?"  muttered her and still scrolled the screen downwards ...

    After that, she began to feel this was some kind of trap and there was something a little strange about this numbers. She started mixing a police file containing the serial murder cases with her number.

 "Gotcha!"

    The number was like the clue of this serial murder case and quickly, she studied the chronology and turned her gaze to this strange paper.

    She started turning off her laptop screen and saw a small code written under the small memo .. Immediately she copied the code into another paper and studied it, when she was confused a strange idea popped into her head! 

   She used an image that could link all these numbers together and made an information.  The inscription contains instructions on how to guess this number.

    That ambitious woman just followed the instructions from the strange code, which was to take a scented spray and shot the spray into the paper.  Then she turned off the room and turned on the red flashlight. She took out of her desk drawer.

    The numbers begin to change and form a continuous flow that looks like the location of the area, each number describing the proportion and occurrence of events.  This woman is still busy illuminating the paper and lining it with a small pencil.

    After all the shapes and lines had been printed, this girl started turning off the red light and pressing the light switch near the exit door.

 Trak!!

    She walked back to the table and saw that the lines on the memo looked like the territory of the continent of Europe, and that the number indicated the area there.  By searching Google, she began to find what countries were tagged.

    After that, she put the paper in a desk drawer in her private room and immediately sneaked out.  Just as she was about to leave the restaurant, a call came to the receptionist and his destination was Claire, the chef and owner of this restaurant.

 Tap, tap, tap ...

 "Ya, ada apa? (Yes, what is up?)"  Asked the woman whose name is Claire in indonesian languange.

 "Maaf. Saya adalah penerjemah dari federal London. Bisakah kamu tetap tinggal di restoran milikmu untuk hari ini? Kami menduga bahwa seseorang memasuki validasi data kepolisian kami.

( i was a translator from London's corps. Can you keep stay at your restaurant today? We suspect that someone sneaked into our federal police data center.)"  said one strange people in Indonesian languange too..

 "Baik, saya akan menunggu. (Fine, I'll wait.)"

   When several police cops from overseas walked in, Claire began to approach them and socialize with them for a bit.  Finally, they also checked every employee, every communication technology device until they entered Claire's room as well.  Until a dozen minutes passed, they didn't get out of there.

   When Claire was about to enter, the policeman had come out with a stern and serious face.  They brought along the small paper and memo pads that Claire had investigated and the laptop she used before ..

    "What is-"

    "Please come with us. You are proven to have hacked our federal police account and have a numbered paper and a picture of this continent! This is one of those papers that contains one of our proofs in London."

    "It's not mine, I just found it in my pocket!"  Denied Claire dodged the accusation but was unsuccessful.

    Claire immediately denied many times and dodged the accusations about her, but the group of people didn't budge.  They led Claire out of the restaurant.  With resignation, she accepted the whole treatment of this stranger ... she was sure this must be a misunderstanding.

    However, her guess was absolute wrong and in reality made it even worse!  Her favorite restaurant is closed and she will experience migration to London to serve her into a jail.  Because there was no evidence that she was innocent, and by chance the CCTV at her restaurant was in error, she left Bali with a heavy heart.

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London, England

    A man is leaning against the wall and there are 2 more people sitting in a small room but still look better.  The man who was leaning against the wall started walking up to the two of them and throwing his cigarette butts in any direction.

    "Are you serious?"  Asked the man and stared in disbelief.

    "Yes, this time we were ordered by the police to join the serial murder investigation .. they just want us to monitor a young woman named Claire," replied the man in the leather jacket as he stood up and walked towards a board.

    "All right, what are we going to monitor from her, Yoel?"  Asked 1 man who was silent and listened from earlier.

    "You, Kent will approach Claire and monitor her movements, while I and Jimmy will try to review this incident," replied the man in the leather jacket again while scratching a connecting line between the photos on the white board.

    "Okay, what is this picture?"  Asked another man as he walked to the board accompanied by Kent's footsteps too ..

    "I think this is Bali, and this woman is Claire, right? As well as other photos of this sneaky little girl's case," guesses Kent, analyzing new things on a board filled with red lines and photos.

    "Yes."

    "Well, why don't I just get close to Claire .. I'm good at this," said Jimmy with a confused expression.

    "Your face looks like a cop guy, and you are known by many women. I don't want to just because you all ruined our plans," said Yoel, shaking his head and making Kent smile triumphantly at Jimmy.

    "Well, just explain this case first," asked Jimmy to change the topic.

    "Okay, I'll explain slowly."

    "Claire, the chef from Bali hacked into a federal police account and by chance what she read and tweaked was related to one topic, serial murder. This time, it's really not a coincidence that a pile of papers with the initials of the numbers related to this serial murder was found."

    "The police will deal with it, while we will try to investigate and target this Asian woman. Do you understand?"  Asked the man in the leather jacket named Yoel.

    "Well .. I get it. I just need to re-study the files I read before so I can conclude," Kent replied as he approached the various photos and connecting lines on the board.

    "How about you Jim?"  Yoel asked and replied without the slightest reply from Jimmy.

    Jimmy's attitude also makes Kent ignore the board containing various photos and connecting lines.  Kent turned to Jimmy with a flat face.  Waiting for clarification from the man who was speechless didn't say a word.

    Jimmy still didn't move and even opened his mouth a little and made the two man turn to him.  Of course, Kent knew better that with the look on Jimmy's face, he had another reaction to this case.  Jimmy started to let out his voice after pondering for a while in the same position.

    "I feel that this is like sabotage ...