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A series of murders sweeping through the country. There's no link between them, the police have given up finding the root for it.
Sultan Ibrahim tasks his carefree and unmotivated son to solve the case...
⚔ Note: the herbs and medical stuff are all made up. Take it with a grain of salt.
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After Isha salah, Professor Ibn Hubaish made his way back to the main laboratory, located to the northeast of Nujaim. It was on the outskirts of a moderate sized town called Zama'a. for all its fame and accomplishments, the lab was based on a very ordinary looking building. It was single floor with multiple buildings attached to it, and a wide courtyard in the back, Behind it, a branch of Yasun river winded around a small forest.
The stars twinkled quietly, lighting his way back. When he entered, small candles were lighting up the main building. Professor Ibn Hubaish made his way through the winding corridors to the courtyard at the back, there was a large greenhouse situated.
A light clamour of voices wafted through the air, reaching him like the murmur of bees. Only after coming closer could he hear the contents of the conversation fully.
"Have you all prayed Isha?" That was Saira, one of his senior graduate students, and their current team leader.
"Yup," Rumaysah mumbled behind her. "Is Prof. not back yet?"
"Well, I get why he isn't back yet. Nujaim is at least half an hour away. But where are those bulls? Did they get lost on the way back from Masjid? Or do they think they can slack off because Prof. isn't here for the day?!" Khansa ranted.
Saira shushed her. "Come look here, I think I can see some changes to this leaf."
Rumaysah lightly drawled, "If sister Hafsa was here, they wouldn't have dared."
The trio went quiet at the name. "I hope she is okay wherever she is now," Saira mumbled.
The professor walked closer to the ajar door, and he could see the girls huddling around the plants with clipboards and pens in their hands. He knocked lightly and coughed out a salaam. The girls jumped a little before chorusing a reply.
