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I rub my eyes. A slight gap between my eyelids tells me that the Deputy-Inspector has been shaking me. Evidently he wants to confess about something. I had slept in the police station itself that night, for I had nowhere else to go.
I tell him that I already know what he wants to say. His face drops and he locks himself in another cell, throwing the keys at my feet. He seems too scared to speak. I come out and find the Inspector outside, drinking coffee. I tell him the entire story, and he nods. He goes inside, no doubt to confront the Deputy-Inspector.
I hire a taxi to Tennessee, to trace the thieves and catch them red-handed. After about a week of gathering intel, I find out that they are hiding in house located in a area that is rarely frequented by the police.
When the taxi dropped me outside the house, it was evident that the house had been vacated years - no - decades ago. I probably shouldn't have come from the front door, because no later did I do that and I fell unconscious due to a fierce blow to my head.
I find myself locked in a room. It seems to be scantily used, with bits of papers every where that make no sense. I suddenly find the room illuminated by four monitors :-
1st monitor) It has the following words :-
Find my name
and free yourself
from this game.
2nd monitor) Has the following text :-
4r 00 7n 00 75 00 70 00 57 00 2r 00 70 00 6r 00 67 00
3rd monitor) Has the following text (an ill-formed poem) :-
Unless you find a way,
still you think how to play,
enter my game, don't go away.
Help all around you,
enter my game, don't go away.
Xylophone, no I just can't play.
Never, just don' go away,
red, blue, greens,
on all your screens,
till you sit, munching your beans.
4th monitor) Just has a single text input, no doubt for entering a password.
Weird. A puzzle. Are they trying to test me? Hmmm.
What is the password?
Hint:
The answer is not always as it seems. Look a little deeper.