Back in the red line office, heavy silence replaces the euphoria of victory. Their success closing the portal in Senen feels bitter. Two major relics are now missing between dimensions, but as well as the lives of two cult members, even though they are enemies.
"We killed them," Anton murmured, staring blankly at a cup of cold coffee.
"We have no choice," Bimo said, his voice was flat but firm. He stood near the blackboard, deleting the pin that marked the museum and the Senen tunnel. "They will release the creatures to Jakarta. That is an act of suicide themselves by maintaining the portal open."
"But still," Riani added, hugging herself. "It feels ... different from burning ghosts. They are humans."
Dr. Maya enters the room, her face is tired but full of understanding. "The police have taken care of everything in the tunnel. No body is found. It will be recorded as a case of removal of people. You will not be involved." He saw their gloomy faces. "What you guys do is the act of saving many lives. Don't forget that. Sometimes, the correct choice is not an easy choice."
Bimo nodded slowly. "How are you with Mr. Hendra?"
"He's fine," answered Dr. Maya. "He is taking care of damage to the museum room. He is grateful. He also gave this." He put a dark brown folder on the table. "This is a copy of all the notes and maps that Mr. Daru left him many years ago. He thought we might need it."
Anton immediately opened the map. The contents are more detailed than they have. There are energy diagrams, notes about certain rituals, and most importantly, the list of contacts-the names of other people who have been helped or invited to cooperate by Mr. Daru.
"This is like an underground network," Anton said, was amazed. "He has informants everywhere."
"We need that," Bimo said. "The cult must be angry. They lost two relics and two members. They will be more careful, or more aggressive. We need to know their next steps."
Suddenly, Bimo felt something. A strange pull in his senses, like someone called his name from a distance. It was not a sound, but the vibration on the red line around him.
"There is something," he whispered, closed his eyes and tried to focus.
"Are they attacking again?" asked Riani Waspada.
"No. This ... is different. It's more like ... a distress signal. A red line that has been forcibly broken." Bimo opened his eyes, his eyes sharp. "It comes from the north. Marunda."
"Marunda? Industrial and pond areas?" Anton asked. "What's there?"
"Let's find it," Bimo said, already taking his jacket. "This is the same vibration as I feel from a relic, but weaker. Maybe a victim."
The trip to Marunda takes a long time. The area is a mixture of warehousing complexes, vacant land, and fishing villages. Bimo led them, following the spiritual "trail" he could only feel.
They finally stopped in front of an old warehouse that looked abandoned. The fence is damaged, and the door depends on one hinge.
"Here," Bimo said, getting out of the car. "The vibration is the most powerful here."
They entered the warehouse carefully. Inside it is dark and dusty, filled with a pile of old wood and rust. In the middle of the room, a lime circle is drawn on the floor, surrounded by candles that have been extinguished and strange symbols that are similar to closed eye symbols, but not exactly the same.
"Ritual again," hissed Riani.
"But look," Anton said, pointing to the corner. A video tripod fell, and a smartphone was lying on the floor, the screen was cracked.
Bimo approaches the lime circle. He knelt down. In the middle of the circle, there is a dark stain that has dried up. Blood.
"They perform sacrificial rituals here," Bimo said, his voice trembled anger. "Just now. Maybe last night."
"But where is the victim?" Anton asked.
Bimo closed his eyes, feeling the remnants of energy. He could see the shadow of his incident: a young man was laid in the middle of the circle. A woman in a robbery pierced her hand with a ritual knife. His blood was accommodated in a bowl. Then, they did not kill him. They ... took him away.
"They took him away," Bimo said, opening his eyes. "He is still alive. They need it for something else."
"What for?" asked Riani.
"Human victims are a strong source of spiritual energy," Bimo explained. "Maybe they are trying to replace the lost energy from two missing relics. Or for something bigger."
Anton took a smartphone lying. "Maybe this belongs to the victim." He tried to turn it on. The cellphone is alive, but locked with a pattern. "Unlucky."
"Let me," said Riani. He took the cellphone and closed his eyes, put his fingers on the screen. He tried to feel the last energy that touched the cellphone, the owner's finger movements. His fingers move, draw a pattern. The cellphone is open.
"Excellent!" Praise Anton.
They opened the photo gallery. The last photo is the selfie of a young man around 20 years old in front of the campus. Then there are some photos of old buildings, and one photo close-up is a stone inscription with the same symbol as the one on the floor.
"He is an urban explorer," Anton said. "Maybe he is investigating this place and caught."
They open their social media applications. The last account he opened was an online discussion group called "Jakarta Ghost Hunter". There is a message that has not been sent in a group chat: "My findings are very big in Marunda warehouse. Symbol cult strange. I think this is related to the case of missing persons yesterday. I am waiting for Loes here this night, don't..." the message was interrupted.
"So he is waiting for his friend," said Riani, sadly. "But the cult that came."
Bimo suddenly raised his hand. "Shut up." He listened carefully. From a place in the warehouse, he heard a weak moan.
"Something is still here!"
They separated, looking for sound sources. Anton found a trap door hidden behind a wooden rack. He opened it, showing a narrow ladder that headed down.
Bimo fell first, with a small fire ball floating above his palm as a light. The basement is small and stuffy. In the corner, another young man was bound and blocked his mouth. He looks weak and scared.
"Please don't! I'm not part of them!" He screamed in fear when his oath was released.
"We are here to help," Bimo said calmly. "We are a special police." That is the easiest lie. "What is your name?"
"F ... Fadil," the young man answered. "I'm Rizal's friend. He sent a message ..."
"What happened, Fadil?" Riani asked, releasing her bond.
"They caught us," he sobbed. "We just want to take pictures to our YouTube channel. Suddenly the robed people appeared. They brought Rizal ... they bleed in the circle. Then they took him away. I left me here, maybe forgot, or ... for me to tell the message."
"Message?" push Bimo.
"Yes. One of them said, 'Tell your employer. The offering for the closed eyes has been prepared. We are waiting at the hidden light temple.' I don't know what it means! "
Bimo and the others looked at each other. "Hidden Temple of Light". That is a new name.
"Did you see where they were going?" Anton asked.
Fadil shook his head. "No. But I heard one of them say something about 'islands' and 'forgotten estuary'."
"Island? In Jakarta?" Anton frowned. "Jakarta has small islands in the north. But the forgotten estuary ..."
Bimo suddenly remembered something from Pak Daru's map. He issued a copy of the map from the map and opened it. His eyes traced the north coastline of Jakarta. He stopped at a small dot marked by a fading lighthouse symbol and Daru's handwriting: "*Old estuary - 'light' site?*"
"Here it is," Bimo said. "Old estuary. Near the island of Untung Java. There is an old lighthouse that is not used there. That must be 'the temple of their hidden light'."
Meak brought Fadil who was still in shock to the car and contacted Inspector Budi to pick him up and provide protection.
Now, their priority changes. They have possible locations, and a victim who is still alive to be saved.
"We have to go to the old estuary. Tonight," Bimo said.
"But that's a remote area," Anton protested. "We need a boat. And that must be trapped."
"We don't have time to draw up perfect plans," Bimo answered. "If they plan to use Rizal as offerings, we must move now."
Meak to Kali Adem Port, where they can rent a small motorboat. The boat owner initially hesitated to go at night, but quite a lot of money from their operational funds persuaded him.
The sea journey at night is pitch black. Only lighthouses are far away and city lights as a guide. Finally, they saw the dark shadow of an old structure above an uninhabited small island. It is an old estuary lighthouse.
They left the boat at a wooden dock that was desperate and walked quietly to the lighthouse building. No guards were seen.
The lighthouse iron door opened slightly. From the inside, there was a low buzzing voice and monotonous voices of those who were praying.
Bimo peeked inside. The lighthouse has been changed. The floor is carved with a large closed eye symbol. Dozens of people in black robes prostrate. In front of them, a red-robed leader raised a high ritual knife. Rizal, the victim, lying on a stone altar, weak and pale.
"This offerings," exclaimed the leader, "will open our master's eyes a little wider! He will guide us to find another gate! Our strength will not stop!"
Bimo didn't wait. He pushed the iron door to open loudly, his voice echoed in the cylinder room.
"The offerings are over!" he shouted, the fire was burning in both hands.
Everyone was in a robbery, surprised.
"Child Fire!" growled the leader. "You dare to tarnish this holy place?"
"Holy place?" Bimo Hardik, walked in. Riani and Anton followed him, ready to fight. "This is just an old tower. And 'Mr.' is just a parasite."
The leader laughed sarcastically. "You're too sure. We're waiting for you." He raised his hand, and the worshipers rose, took out various knives, clubs, and even some pistols.
"This is a trap," Anton hissed.
"I know you guys," said the leader. "We lost two relics. But we found something better: a source of energy that lived and breathed." He pointed at Rizal. "His fearful blood is stronger than any inanimate object. And by sacrificing it here, at this Nexus point, we don't need to open a large gate. We just need to open it wide enough to ... pick up someone."
Somebody? Bimo's mind spinning quickly. Who?
Suddenly, the energy in the room changed. The symbol on the floor began to shine with gloomy purple light. A small gap, like a tear in the air, opens above the altar, right above Rizal's body. Something from inside the gap is peeking - a cold and calculated eye.
Bimo can't let this happen. He darted forward, throwing a fireball at the cult leader.
The battle broke out. Riani created a multiplex illusion, making her shadows and others scattered around the room, confusing the cultis. Anton threw her modified smoke grenades and flash grenades, disrupting the view.
Bimo broke through the cultis ranks and reached the altar. He raised his hand to burn the rope that bind Rizal.
But the cult leader is waiting. He grinned and jabbed his knife towing Rizal.
"No!" Bimo shouted.
He couldn't stop the knife. But he can do anything else. With all his might, he turned his hand from the rope and pointed it to the knife, emitting a burst of fire that heated the metal knife until it burned in an instant.
The cult leader screamed in pain and dropped the burning knife.
At that moment, the gap above the altar began to be unstable. The entity in it screamed anger, a voice that was not from any world.
Riani, seeing opportunities, shouting at Anton. "Anton, sound! High frequency!"
Anton understands. He pulled out a small device from his bag - an ultra Sonic mouse repellent that he had modified to emit a frequency that disturbed the spiritual entity. He turned it on the highest setting.
A high -pitched voice that is not heard by the human ear filled the room. That does not affect humans, but for the dimensions and entities in it, it is like a nail that is released on the board.
The gap was trembling wildly and collapsed with a sound like a broken glass, sucking up the purple light with him.
The cult leader screamed frustrated. "No! Back!"
But it's too late. The port is lost.
Bimo burned the rope that binded Rizal and lifted his weak body. "Let's get out of here! Now!"
With Riani who created the smoke wall of illusion and Anton who threw all kinds of distracting devices, they managed to break through the lighthouse, carry Rizal. They ran to the boat, followed by screams of anger from the cult.
Take the boat and the driver immediately took them away, leaving the island and cult anger in the back.
On the boat, Rizal slowly regained consciousness. "What ... what happened?"
"You're safe," Bimo said. "That's what's important."
Back at the red line office, after handing Rizal to Dr. Maya for treatment, the team sat in silence.
"They didn't try to open a big gate anymore," Bimo finally said. "They try to pick up 'someone'. Anyone, must be so dangerous that it can come through a small portal."
"And they call it 'open their master's eyes'," added Riani. "Like...