White Hero (Bangladesh)
Eps. 6 - Secret Code

Here Ran is now, Coffee Poirot page, now the time has shown at 10 p.m.

After a dilemma during a movie with Somi, Aiden, and Zidan, Ran finally decided to return to the cafe. He kept thinking about the clues he found this afternoon.

I don't know why Ran is sure that the clue is not the work of a ignorant person. If so, that person's art until the paper he gave was made of special paper in which hidden secret ink.

Ran puts his yellow helmet in his vespanya rearview mirror. Tidying up her hair a little and then taking a deep breath. However, he must at least make sure, an Ran has a principle, if he is curious then he will continue to find out until he gets the answer.

His feet stepped closer to the wooden terrace of the cafe, his right hand grabbed the doorknob and pushed it slowly, the bell rang when the door was opened.

Inside, the cafe is very bright and quite crowded by young people who hang out, coffee and play games. Quite noisy too.

Ran stepped hesitantly walking towards the stairs, he was a bit awkward just in case anyone wanted to order what because he did not intend to make a pleasant sitting ordering drinks first. Already at 10 pm, he just had to quickly carry out his goal.

On the second floor, no less crowded, Ran looked around. He also noticed every barrel of people sitting, who knew someone wearing a white symbol or the like considering the name of the secret organization "white hero".

Nihil, Ran did not find any clues. Ran took out the clue paper from inside his pocket.

Poirot threw the ball three times

Poirot failed on the fourth throw

The key is in the lion and the snake

Follow the light

Wait..the floor of this cafe is in total there are three levels already with the rooftop.

Make sense... Ran thought, the souls of lovers of mystery novels are now starting to stick out. Ran believes this puzzle must be easy, because to recruit members in secret, then the organization is unlikely to provide a difficult secret code.

Thinking as simple as possible, Ran....

Ran closed his eyes, he did not care about the waiters passing by watching him in surprise.

Ran then opened his eyes, it seemed like he had to go to the third floor, Rooftop Coffee Poirot. He climbed the stairs and found the floor covered with empty skies and benches. Looks like tonight was indeed a close order for rooftop.

Looking around, his eyes caught a wooden door located on the side of the stairs. The door has a snake patterned carving wrapped around the leaves and in the middle there is a lion motif.

Bingo... Ran smiled with satisfaction, as he expected, the secret code was too easy.

Ran opened the wooden door, opened!

His feet stepped in, were it not for the light of the rooftop outdoor lights, Ran would probably have immediately fallen because once the door was opened there was a staircase leading down. It looks like it's going to be dark downstairs.

Aided by his cell phone flashlight, Ran descended the stairs cautiously. Now he was on the third floor, after which Ran felt he had descended the stairs as good as four floors, because it felt too many stairs were circling.

He reached the ground floor and met the hallway.

The hallway was so pitch-black, Ran walked down that long hallway with his heart beating. Finally the flashlight found a wooden door. Again the wooden door had carvings of a lion and a snake. Ran became more and more convinced, suddenly he became excited.

Ran opened the doorknob, locked. Ran forcefully opened it, it was indeed locked.

How nih...

Ran pointed his flashlight to where he had come from earlier, a long hallway, too sinister for him to come back and give up. But the door is locked. Want to not want Ran seems to have to come back.

Ran swallowed heavily, his cell phone flashlight continued to point forward, his feet stepping up feeling heavy, somewhat trembling.

The next second a figure pulled him, slowly but firmly. His body was pushed against the wall and the figure held both of his shoulders tightly.

So fast, Ran did not even have time to scream. His eyes were closed by reflex. As soon as he opened his eyes, a flashlight shone on his face, leaving Ran's eyes closed again.

"Lo wh-who??" the great-granddaughter of Ran choked, he narrowed his eyes trying to see the figure behind the flashlight, but nil, there was no way he could see the face of that person.

"Blogo ... " The familiar voice. "Remain here??"

"Di-Digo??" terka Ran, his hunch was sure it was Digo's voice.

"What's going on here?" repeat that heavy voice. Ran is convinced that it is Digo.

"Lo can't please my face just yet?"

Digo's flashlight then went down to highlight the floor. "Can you answer now?" tanyanya flat.

"This hallway is usually dark, isn't it?" Ran could not delay that question anymore. From the beginning he was most uncomfortable with this dark passageway.

"No need to talk. What's up here, Ranne Fakhria??" Digo's tone is getting sharper. His grip on Ran's shoulder involuntarily hardened.

"Not to be so hard!" Ran's opponent challenged Digo's face which was only a few inches from his face

"Lo spy huh?" Digo reaffirmed his grip on the girl.

"W-what?" Ran is now speechless. He could have been spied on, people he didn't know anything about. "Gu-gue .. get a clue and get sent here." Ran finally answered

"From who?"

"Don't know, don't know the person who digs the clue paper," Ran shook his head. "Eh, btw you can stop me like I don't think so anyway?!"

Digo realized, he was still in a position to hold Ran's right shoulder to the wall. Spontaneously he stepped back, "Eh so-sorry..."

"So, what are you doing here?" ask Ran back.

"This is my basecamp."

Digo's answer made Ran speechless for a moment. This is so narrow that Digo turns out to be one of the members of the organization that has made Ran curious

"Lo member .. hero .. what hero I forgot his name,"

"White Hero."

"Well yes, you're that member?"

Just now Ran threw the question, Ran's hand was already drawn to follow Digo's steps. "Not good to talk here. I can't stand the dark."

"Eh..." Ran could only gawk at Digo.

Again, for the second time Digo pulled his hand.

Nih guy why should hold my hand again dah....

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