A chill ran down his spine. The colors on his screen began to align. The violet of the cafe sign, the red of the Bola Merah, and the gold of the predicted jackpot fused into one shimmering line of data. He clicked 'Submit' just as the clock struck twelve.
"If the pattern holds," he muttered, "the hits at midnight." A chill ran down his spine
The screen went white. Then, a single sentence appeared in the center of the spreadsheet: The hunter has found the answer. the red of the Bola Merah