Part-141

  As he went to his room, he couldn't shake the feeling of determination. He had a mission, and he was determio see it through. The road ahead would be challenging, but he had the support of his friends and family. And that was all he needed.

  The day, after school, James, Ryan, and Sourov made their way to Dwip's apartment. They were eager to see the results of his iigation.

  Upoering Dwip's modest living space, they found him sitting at his desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and puter ss. He looked exhausted, his eyes bloodshot from ck of sleep.

  Without a word, Dwip hahem a dot. "Here," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

  The boys exged puzzled gnces before carefully examining the dot. It was a detailed report, filled with teical jargon and plex diagrams.

  "What is it?" Ryan asked, his voice filled with fusion.

  "It's the information I mao extract from the SV app's database," Dwip expined. "It's not everything, but it should be enough to give us a starting point."

  James sed the dot, his mind rag. The information was overwhelming, but he could see that Dwip had done his best to simplify the data.

  "This is amazing," Sourov said, his eyes wide with excitement. "We finally start trag down these scammers."

  Dwip nodded, his exhaustion evident. "But it won't be easy," he warned. "The scammers are smart. They'll cover their tracks carefully."

  "We're ready for anything," James replied, determination in his voice. "We won't give up until we catch them."

  Dwip looked at them with a mixture of admiration and . "Be careful," he said. "These people are dangerous."

  The boys heir resolve strengthehey khe road ahead would be fraught with danger, but they were ready to face the challenges.

  With the new information in hand, they left Dwip's apartment, their minds rag with possibilities. They had a long way to go, but they were finally on the right track.

  James and Ryan sat down at a café, spreading out the dot oable. It was a daunting task, but they were determio find a pattern, a clue that would lead them to the scammers.

  The dot tained a list of phone numbers, each associated with a different victim. Surprisingly, all the numbers beloo middle-aged women.

  "This is strange," Sourov observed, his brow furrowed. "Why would middle-aged women be involved in scams?"

  Ryan shrugged. "I don't know, but it's definitely odd."

  James had a theory. "Maybe the scammers are minors," he suggested. "They might be using their mothers' IDs tister the phone numbers."

  Ryan nodded in agreement. "That makes sense," he said. "Minors usually don't have their own national IDs, so they would have to borrow someone else's."

  "But why their mothers, and not their fathers?" Sourov asked.

  James thought for a moment. "Maybe it's because mothers are more likely to share their personal information with their children," he suggested. "Fathers might have bank ats or other financial information lio their phone numbers, so they might be more hesitant to share."

  Ryan and Sourov nodded, finding the theory pusible. They tio analyze the data, looking for any other patterns or clues.