The Riddle Solver Who Can't Solve Riddles
"The first mystery...Why was the man alone in his room? He drank a bottle of wine. Poisoned wine, correct?" The girl nodded "Well...why? Who poisoned it?"
The girl looked at her interrogator. A man with blond hair who dressed formally, in a tuxedo. He wore a black coat on top, a fancy one with a tail. Nothing seemed strange about the man, nothing but his left hand. It was kept firmly in his pocket ever since he arrived.
The detective was only doing his job: asking questions and seeking answers. So why was the girl so...so sure that something was strange with him? Was there something in his hand? The girl couldn't be sure.
She stood quietly as the one-armed detective paced back and forth, mumbling to himself. Well, the girl thought, the answer may not be that complicated. At that point in time...perhaps he was destined to die. She questioned herself on how someone had just died, and she treated it like nothing. Just another one of life's cruel misfortunes.
"So...who's the culprit?" The detective had stopped mumbling. The girl, however, remained silent "Shouldn't you have a clue? The whole thing happened right in front of you're eyes. Come, now. Who's the culprit?" when nothing came from the girls mouth, the detective sighed. "Even if you don't answer, I suppose I shall tell you how this crime will end."
He started pacing again, then leaned on the counter. He held up one finger, a habit he had grown into long ago. "The second riddle is: When they fell into the ocean, did the culprit fall in to? Or was the culprit among them at all?"
The girl put her hand in her pocket, and felt a short shock when a blade touched her finger. She wrapped her hand around the knife's handle. The detective didn't realize this, and continued with his mumbling. He placed a hand on his chin as he paced the kitchen.
The one and only flaw in my plan, she pulled the knife out of her pocket smoothly, making as little noise as possible. Was letting that other detective get involved! She lunged toward the detective, pointing the knife directly at him. Who is the culprit? The detective, with one swift movement, grabbed the knife and the girl. He smiled deviously as he held the knife to her throat.
"So, who is the culprit? Come, the name is right in front of you. Say that persons name." He leaned in and whispered in the girl's ear. "Say my name."
The girl escaped the detective's grasp, just barely missing the knife. Her bracelet, however, got caught on his sleeve. The one that hid his left hand. Why is it hidden? She refused to let the question irk her anymore.
She pulled on the sleeve, trying to get the coat off the detective. Strangely, he didn't fight back. The coat soon came off, exposing his left hand. It was...
It was covered in blood, but he had no cuts. At least, none that would cover his hand in dried blood. The girl stared in shock. The detective sighed, and looked at his hand.
"Honestly, I didn't expect you to figure it out. I will be merciful. Hurry, if you want to run, run away quickly." He looked up, then wore that awful smirk again.
"So who is the culprit? There very well could be more than one answer, but the means to confirm that is about to disappear." He looked at the girl, waiting for a response. Again, nothing came
"Who is the culprit? It's the person standing in front of you! Say that person's name!" He stepped closer to the girl, screaming at her to get her to answer.
"SAY MY NAME!"
End part 1
yeah, there's 2 parts. Phew, this was kind of confusing. Oh well. I'll just confuse myself more later.
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