The Mystery Mavericks: Volume 1

CHAPTER TWELVE: CRYPTIC CONUNDRUMS

NEIRA

NAG-EMAIL saamin ang aming propesor na may kailangan siyang ituro pagkatapos ng klase namin. I wonder what it is. It seems very important based on the usage of his words in the email he sent. Natapos ang klase ko sa umaga. Kumain na rin ako ng tanghalian para may gana ako mamaya para ma-absorb kung ano man ang ituturo ni Professor Collins saamin.

Mahirap na, baka hindi ko matandaan lahat ng sasabihin niya. Ang sinabi pa naman niya saamin dati "Never forget what I teach, Mavericks. It will serve as your weapons in every case you will encounter." Kaya simula noon ay palagi ko na i-ti-ne-take note ang mga lesson niya saamin.

When I arrived at our secret classroom, I eagerly took my seat, my eyes fixed on the front of the room. Professor Collins stood before us, appearing poised and prepared to impart his knowledge. The Mystery Mavericks—Yoda, Zeke, William, Crystal, and myself—gathered around, with anticipation permeating the air.

Tumabi saakin si Crystle, nasa kanan siyang side ko. Binati niya ako at ang reply ko naman sa kanya ay isang ngiti. Tumabi naman si Yoda sa kaliwang side ko. He greets me with his annoying smile. Hindi ko naman siya pinansin. Si Zeke naman ay nasa tabihan ni Crystle at si William ay katabi ni Zeke. May dala-dala siyang ice cream na dinililaan niya kada segundo.

Napansin kong hindi kasama ni Professor Collins si Detective Apollo.

Nasaan kaya siya?

"Hello, Mavericks!" Pagbati niya. "Today, we're going to discuss about Morse code. Makakatulong ito sa pag-i-imbestiga niyo, malay niyo magbigay ang biktima ng code na 'to na iyon pala ang clue para mahuli niyo ang killer, hindi ba?"

Morse Code? Sa mga movies ko lang nariring 'yan. I didn't know that it actually exists.

Professor Collins began with a captivating introduction, recounting the rich history of Morse code.

"Now, let's dive into the intricacies of Morse code," Professor Collins declared, his voice resonating with excitement. "Each dot and dash holds meaning, and today, we will learn to unravel those hidden messages."

I sat at the edge of my seat, my curiosity piqued as Professor Collins stepped forward. With an air of expertise, he grabbed a chalk and began illustrating the fascinating world of Morse code on the board. As the black strokes formed intricate diagrams of dots and dashes, a tangible excitement filled the lecture hall.

I couldn't help but lean in, eager to unravel the secrets behind this intriguing system of communication. Professor Collins confident strokes unveiled the fundamental components of Morse code, each symbolizing letters, numbers, and even special characters. It was as if the whiteboard marker danced in his hands, bringing to life the cryptic language of dots and dashes.

The room crackled with a vibrant energy as my program mates exchanged whispers, sharing their fascination with the ancient code. My eyes darted from the board to my notebook, my pen poised to capture the professor's every word. It was a mesmerizing display of knowledge, one that resonated with the insatiable hunger for discovery that had brought me to this lecture.