Mihir was sleeping, and he was in such a deep sleep that he did not notice someone was calling him repeatedly on his phone. Then Mihir suddenly woke up, and the first sound he heard was his phone ringing loudly. As soon as he picked up the phone, he saw that it was a private number. He was thinking of whether to pick up the call or not, wondering whose call it could be, and it kept ringing continuously. Mihir's mind was awash with questions.
As he picked up the call, he heard an unknown voice. It was harsh and strict. The person was giving a message. He said, "Hello, whatever you want to know, you will find it at this place. So the sooner you go, the sooner you will be able to solve this mystery. There will be a small box in which you will get to know some secrets." And then the call was cut. Mihir kept saying, "Hello, who is speaking?" But the other person gave the message and disconnected the call.
Then Mihir called back on that number, but it was showing as an invalid number. He immediately went to his secret room and searched that number on his website, but that number was visible in every country. He tried a lot, but it did not make any difference. Then he started thinking a lot—whose number was this? He had received a call earlier also, and now this was the second time. Someone was either trying to stop him or trying to help him solve the case. Anything could happen. He had to be very careful in doing anything.
Then he started researching the evidence, as he had found pen drives and books in that man's house. First, he checked the pen drive. A lot of data was deleted from the pen drive, so he tried to recover everything. It showed 5 hours for recovery. Then he started reading that book. There were at least 200 pages in that book, out of which 150 pages were filled. Some pages had writing, but it was not clearly visible, and there were some photographs also which were completely covered with dust and dirt.
First of all, he cleaned all the photos thoroughly and scanned them so that everything could be seen clearly. Then he scanned the whole book so that the writing in the book could be seen properly. It took him 2 hours to do all the work.
Then someone came to his door and started ringing the bell. It was good that he had installed a hidden camera near the door a day before so that he could see whoever came. He looked from the same room to see who it was and saw that an unknown person had come. Then Mihir went out and opened the door and said, "Who are you?"
He said, "I am a garment officer who has come for passport inquiry and to take your signature."
Mihir said, "Thik hai sir, come inside."
Then after that, the officer inspected the house. Mihir brought him tea, and the officer went away after taking Mihir's signature. After that, Mihir locked the door and went to his secret room. His work on the book and photos was finished, and now they were ready to be read and seen.
Then he started reading and looking at each page and photo together. The first page he read said:
> "My name is Santosh. I am a loan and finance manager in a bank. My work and my life were very good. Many good things were going on in my house. My family and I used to go out somewhere every weekend and enjoy a lot. Sometimes I used to meet my friends on weekends, and we used to talk a lot. One day, I was going to the bank. I saw some people standing in a group in front of an ATM. I wondered if something had happened. Then I went to that place and asked an old man what had happened. He said, 'Sir, nothing, I just felt a little dizzy.' Then I gave him water. He drank it and stood up. Then I stood there.
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> When I came back in the evening and saw, the ATM was not there. It seemed as if it had never been there at all. I asked around a bit, but I could not find out anything. Then I went home. When I came home, my family was happy to see me, and my children were very happy. I used to bring food for them. Then every day, waking up at the same time, going to work, and returning home in the evening became a routine.
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> Then one day a man came. I did not recognize him at first, but when he told me old stories, then I recognized him. He was an old friend of mine from the village whose name was Harish. As soon as he came, he directly entered the house and started eating food. I said angrily, 'Brother, who are you, and how dare you come into our house?'
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> So while laughing, he reminded me of one thing—a poem which only he and I remembered and no one else remembered. That poem was this:
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> *There was one forest, two hunters, and one Harish just remembered his friend…*
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> And then he said, 'I have come. Tell me, Santosh, you left the village after coming to the city?'
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> Santosh said, 'What should I do, friend? The situation has become so bad.'"