Their red line office is located on the third floor of the hospital, far from the patient's crowd. The room was simple: several tables, computers, blackboard full of notes, and cabinets containing medical equipment and some talismans from Mr. Daru. The atmosphere here is calm, almost like a library.
Bimo listened to Anton's report with a serious face. Riani stopped designing the logo for their units on her computer and listened.
"The eye is closed?" Bimo repeated. "What do the police know?"
"Almost nothing," Anton answered, sitting on the table. "The people at the club, they all committed suicide with poison before they were interrogated. Only the TV celebrities survived, and he was still in the ICU, Koma. The doctor said, medically, there was nothing wrong with him. He only ... did not wake up."
"This is a spiritual work," said Riani. "They tried to take his soul."
"But for what?" Anton asked. "He is not a very important person or anything."
"Ritual victims do not have to be important," explained Bimo, his eyes narrowed as if seeing something far away. "They must meet certain criteria. Specific date of birth, certain lineage, or ... maybe the spiritual energy is suitable." He stood up. "We need to see it."
Realize to the ICU room. Dr. Maya is waiting there. He took them to an isolation room. A handsome man in her middle-oriells lying in bed, connected to a monitor that shows his normal vital signs. But his face was pale and sweating, and his eyelids twitch quickly, like he was having a bad dream.
Bimo approached the bed. He doesn't need to touch the man. He can see it. A thick black thread, thick and throbbing with evil energy, wrapping the man's neck like a snake. The thread pierced the wall and disappeared to the distance.
"He is bound," Bimo whispered. "His soul was pulled by something. Something strong."
"Can you break him?" asked Dr. Maya.
Bimo reached out his hand and touched the black thread. Once his fingers touched, a strong electric shock electrocuted him, forcing him to pull his hand. "No. That's too strong. If I force it, I can hurt his soul."
"So what are we doing?" asked Riani.
"We follow the thread," Bimo answered. "It will bring us directly to those who do this."
Return to their office. Bimo sat cross legged on the floor, concentrated. Riani and Anton stand guard beside him.
"Close your eyes," Bimo told Riani. "Look through my eyes. Feel the thread."
Riani closed her eyes, concentrating her mind. As a natural illusionist, he has the talent to feel energy. Slowly, he began to see what Bimo saw: a black thread that extends from the hospital, across the city.
"I got it," Riani whispered. "It goes to ... South. Menteng Dalam area."
Bimo opened his eyes. "Good. Now, we're leaving."
Using Anton's car, they followed the plot that Bimo could only be seen and felt by Riani. The thread brought them through a crowded road, entered the narrow alleys, and finally stopped in front of an old colonial villa that looked haunted and abandoned. The fence is high and covered with vines. The black thread entered directly through a large wooden door locked.
"Here," Bimo said, getting out of the car.
Reaching the gate. Anton tried to push it, but was locked from the inside.
"Can you burn?" Anton asked Bimo.
Bimo shook his head. "No. This place is protected by a strong protection spell. If I use strength, they will know we come."
"Then, how?" asked Riani.
Bimo looked around. His eyes caught the faint movement behind the second floor window. A guard. "Let's wait. Someone will come out."
Research hiding behind a car parked across the street. They waited for almost an hour before something happened. A small side door opened, and a young woman with a veil out, carrying a trash bag. He threw the bag into the trash on the side of the road and turned back to enter.
"Now," Bimo whispered.
Riani nodded. He focused his mind and made the illusion fast: the child's voice cried from the end of the alley. The woman stopped, listening, then walked slowly towards the sound to investigate.
That is their chance. Anton slipped and slipped a small stone to prevent the side doors completely closed. They entered quietly into a dark and neglected backyard.
From the inside, the villa looks even more scary. The lights are dim, and the heavy aroma of incense meets the air. They can hear the voice of people saying spells from the ground floor.
Bimo gave a signal, and they infiltrated through a dark corridor to the source of the sound. They stopped in front of a slightly open double door. Through that gap, they can look inside.
The room has been converted into a temple. Dozens of black robed people knelt down on the floor, facing a large altar. On the altar depending on a strange symbol: an eye covered by a sheath, carved from dark wood and smeared with something sparkling like gold. In front of the altar, a leader with a more luxurious robe is leading prayer in ancient language they do not know.
And from the closed eye symbol, dozens of black threads such as those who wrapped up the TV celebrities protruded out, through the ceiling and walls, connecting to other victims throughout the city.
"Gosh," Anton whispered. "There are so many."
The leader suddenly stopped praying. He turned around. He is a middle aged man with a gaunt face and very sharp eyes.
"I felt a disturbance in our concentration," he said, his voice resonated with strangeness in the room. "We have visitors."
The worshipers turned around, their eyes were empty and unfriendly.
Bimo pushed the door opening. There is no point in hiding anymore.
"We came to men in the hospital," Bimo said, his voice was flat. "Let him go."
The leader smiled, an expression that did not reach his eyes. "Ah, a fire boy. We have heard about you. You're the one who disrupted our previous master's plan."
"Who's 'your master'?" Demand Riani.
"The name cannot be said," the leader answered. "Those who sleep on the threshold. The eye is closed. With every soul we offer, we wake Him a little more. And when he opens His eyes, this world will return to the darkness that worthy of receipt."
"This is no use, Bimo," Anton said. "They are fanatical."
"We are not looking for negotiations," said the leader. "We are looking for new offerings. And a falling god will be an extraordinary offering."
He raised his hand, and his worshipers simultaneously took out a ritual knife from behind their robe. Their eyes are glazed and black.
"Bimo!" warn Riani.
Bimo is ready. He raised his hand, and a circle of white fire brought around the three of them, dispel the worshipers who approached.
"Fire won't stop them!" shouted the leader. "They are protected by the will of their master!"
Bimo realized that his white fire, which was usually effective, only slowed the worshipers. They continued to walk forward through the flame, their skin was blistered but they did not feel pain.
"We have to go!" Anton shouted, took the chair and threw it at the crowd.
"The leader!" Bimo replied. "Stop him, we stop the ritual!"
Bimo crashed forward, cut off the worshipers with fiery fists. They fell, but immediately rose again, driven by strength that did not belong to them.
Riani created an illusion: a larger fire wall, the sound of police sirens. Some worshipers stopped, confused, giving Bimo gaps to break through.
The leader just stood in front of the altar, smiling, watching. He raised his hand towards the closed eye symbol.
"Wake up, protect! Protect your servant!"
The wood symbol vibrates. Black smoke began to steam from him, forming a large and dark figure with many arms and a large single eye in the middle. That is a very strong guard jin.
The figure roared, a voice that made the entire villa tremble, then lunged at Bimo.
Bimo prepared, the fire blazed around him. But before the genie reached him, an object slid from behind Bimo and hit the genie in his eyes.
It is a bottle of clear liquid. So broken, the liquid sprayed into Jin's eyes, making him scream in pain and retreat. The liquid is a holy water mixed with salt and spices, the recipe from Pak Daru's notes.
Bimo turned and saw Anton reached into his backpack for other bottles.
"Keep doing!" Bimo shouted.
While the jinn was disturbed, Bimo ran towards the leader. The leader, seeing his approach, stops smiling. He raised his ritual knife.
"You can't stop destiny!" he shouted.
"It's not destiny," Bimo growled. "This is just your bad choice."
Bimo does not use fire. He realized that the worshipers and jinn were controlled by the wishes of this leader. He grabbed the leader's arm tightly.
The leader laughed. "Your touch is helpless against me!"
But Bimo didn't try to burn it. He did something else. He focused his energy, not to destroy, but to see . He forced into the mind's mind, looking for the source of his strength, looking for his relationship with the eye closed.
In his mind, Bimo saw it. A thick black thread, much thicker than the others, connects the leader to something very, very old and very dark that falls asleep somewhere outside of reality. That is the source of his strength.
And Bimo also saw something else. A fear. A small doubt that was hidden deep in the man's soul.
"You're afraid of him," Bimo whispered, staring directly into the eyes of the leader. "You know that when he wakes up, you will be the first offering."
The leader's face furrowed. "Lie!"
"You see it in your dreams, right?" Urged Bimo, holding it tighter. "You see him devour you."
Riani's illusion suddenly changed. He no longer projects fire or siren. He projects the leader's nightmare himself: a vision of the closed eye that woke up and chewed him alive.
The leader screamed, not because of physical illness, but because of pure terror. "No! Stop it!"
His relationship with his entity was shaken. For a moment, his unfortunate desire was cracked.
That's enough.
The guardian jinn, who was being sprayed with Anton with other holy water bottles, suddenly became unstable. Without a strong desire for his leader to hold him in this world, he began to be torn.
The worshipers, who lost their main encouragement, stop moving, looked confused and confused, like people who had just woke up.
The leader fell into his knee, sobbing. "He ... he will be angry ..."
"Close the door," ordered Bimo loudly. "Now."
With trembling hands, the leader grabbed an eye symbol closed from the altar. He turned it around, and behind him there was a carving of another symbol - a circle with a crossed line. He pressed it.
A deep and angry moan echoed from inside the symbol, then faded. All black threads that extend from the altar blink and break up at once, disappeared into smoke.
In the hospital, the TV celebrity gasped and sat upright on his bed, panting, regained consciousness.
The leader cried on the floor. "Now he will hate me."
Bimo looked at the broken man without mercy. "That's the consequence of your choice." He turned to Anton. "Call police and Dr. Maya. Say we found the abduction."
While Anton called, Bimo and Riani secured the worshipers who were still confused. They are just ordinary people who are lost, who are fascinated by the promise of strength and purpose.
A few hours later, the villa was filled with police and ambulances. Dr. Maya arrived and took over, explaining to the police that this was a case of cult and complicated brainwashing.
When they finally left the villa, the sun was rising.
"So, 'the eye is closed' is still out there?" asked Riani, Worried.
Bimo nodded, looked at the horizon. "Yes. And he now knows about us. He woke up for a while, long enough to feel our disturbance, and then sleep again. But he will wake up again. Or other followers will try to wake him up."
"So this isn't over," Anton hissed.
"Never really ended," Bimo answered. "But we are here. We have resources. We have the ability." He saw his two friends. "We are a red line that protects the destiny of people from those like them."
He put his hand in his pocket and felt the warmth of the purified crystal.
"We clean one cult, one ghost, one jinn at a time. It is a different war. Not epic, but as important as."
Reduce into the car. Bimo took a file from the dashboard. It was a report from Dr. Maya about the new case: a housewife in Depok who claims her antique dolls spoke to her.
Bimo smiled. "Who wants to take a doll case that is possessed?"
Riani raised her hand. "Me! It must be funny."
Anton sighed. "I will prepare the holy water again."
Their car drove leaving the villa, entering a crowded Jakarta highway, ready for the next battle.