Considering that Artemis' video received thousands of comments and this was normal in the recently popularized application. When Baran entered his video, he saw more than fifteen thousand views. He was surprised. He wondered why his video was watched so much. He looked at the comments. He was reading from the one with the most likes. There were mixed comments in English and Turkish. He first read what was written in his own language.
Below the comment, people wrote messages to each other.
A few more comments were ranked lower but he did not read them all. He moved on to another comment. These times were in English.
Generally, people seemed to like his video. He saw it in some pointless comments.
"First? What first?" Baran said.
When Baran finished the comments, he had a headache. Still, he was satisfied with the result. He enjoyed people watching his video. It had eighty subscribers. He didn't know what to do with the subscribers. He entered his profile. Some people wrote comments here. They were asking when the second video would arrive. Baran inevitably wished that Friday would come quickly, but he gave up this wish three seconds later. He printed eighty subscriber posts. There was a long empty bar waiting to be filled.
"A thousand subscribers seem a bit far away. I wonder what will happen when we reach a thousand? We'll wait and see."
After talking a little bit about the video with Aykut, he didn't leave the house for the rest of his vacation. All the other days were spent on the roads. He didn't want to bear the noise of the city again. He read the detailed message sent by Ismail several times. He couldn't expect anything less from someone working at MIT. During the week, he would constantly read the information to keep it in his memory.
He didn't feel like he was working for the MIT or the staff, to put it briefly. It was different from the special agent movies he watched. The agents on TV were cool, and he was going to die pathetic hell. All the other days were spent on the roads. He didn't want to bear the noise of the city again. He read the detailed message sent by Ismail several times. He couldn't expect anything less from someone working at MIT. During the week, he would constantly read the information to keep it in his memory. He didn't feel like he was working for the MIT or the staff, to put it briefly. It was different from the special agent movies he watched. The agents on TV were cool, and he was going to die pathetic hell. There was to be James Bond...
Watching his video on Friday reached twenty-five thousand views, and the number of subscribers rose to ninety-eight. If it went like this, it would reach a thousand subscribers in a short time. He put on his shoes. He was ready to leave the house. Ismail said he had another job to take care of. He was going alone tonight. He took his gun and camera with him. He dropped the two of them on the side seat of the vehicle and hit the road. Ismail had said he could enter the cracks at any time of the day. The Order considered it appropriate to enter the cracks at night, as it would be less noticeable to enter later in the night.
First of all, it was forbidden to reveal the existence of Hell to the public. It was one of the common rules applied all over the world. The fear that might arise was unavoidable, and for more than half a century this secret was well kept. However, electronic applications that have become widespread in recent years were the biggest threat in breaking this secret. Baran did not know why the big countries did not prohibit the use of this practice.
Was he too worried? There were things he didn't know.
The crack was the first flat on the second floor of an abandoned apartment building. He got off with his camera and gun from his vehicle. He started recording the camera while he was ready. His goal was to pass the first boss. He had spent the whole week reading and analyzing the boss's features. Theoretical knowledge was insufficient in practice, he was aware of this, but he tried for his exam.
The abandoned building door was locked. Some of the windows were covered with wood. He went around the back of the building looking for a window that had been left open. He found what he was looking for.
The wood that was closing a window on the ground floor was broken. The homeless must have done this. He put his boots on the broken window and jumped inside. Shattered glass shards spread across the floor. Why was this building abandoned in the center of the city? It was dark inside because of the closed windows.
Baran turned on the flashlight of his phone. All the windows were shattered. The floor was full of glass shards. There was no sign of fire on the walls. His curiosity grew steadily. He came here to go through hell from the crack, not to examine the building. He searched the stairs to upstairs, never mind why the building might have been abandoned.