VOLUME 1
Get ready to embark on a thrilling adventure as you join The Mystery Mavericks in their quest to uncover the truth behind puzzling cases. These sleuths will stop at nothing to unravel the secrets and solve the mysteries that lie within.
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CONTENT AND TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains graphic depiction of violence that may be upsetting for some readers. Please be mindful of this sensitive theme and other possible triggers. Remember to practice self-care before, during and after reading.
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NEIRA
MY MIND RACED, attempting to understand the incomprehensible.
Sino ang gagawa ng ganitong karumal-dumal na gawain laban sa isang taong iginagalang at minamahal sa University na 'to? The weight of the investigation pressed upon me, urging me to unravel the secrets hidden within the gymnasium's walls.
Yoda stepped forward to examine the lifeless body of Coach Bradley. Inayos niya ang blazer niya at kinuha sa bulsa nito ang kanyang gloves.
With his gloves on, Yoda knelt down beside the fallen figure, his eyes scanning the scene with a depth of understanding that surpassed our own. His hands, carefully inspected the body, searching for any telltale signs that could provide insight into the heinous crime that had taken place.
I watched in awe as Yoda's sharp gaze analyzed every detail, his mind unraveling the story that lay before him. His voice, filled with a quiet authority, broke the silence that enveloped the gymnasium.
"The murder weapon, a dumbbell," Yoda began, "A blunt and forceful instrument, wielded with malicious intent. The brutality of this act speaks of a profound anger, a deep-rooted resentment that drove the killer to such lengths."
As Yoda spoke, his words resonated with the weight of truth. He continued his examination, delicately probing the evidence, each movement deliberate and purposeful. It was a solemn dance of deduction, an intricate choreography between the living and the dead.
"The wound pattern suggests a single blow, delivered with great force," Yoda observed, his voice steady and measured. "This was no accidental encounter, but a deliberate act planned with precision. The killer sought to eliminate their target swiftly and efficiently, leaving no room for escape."
His words hung in the air, casting a somber pall over the gymnasium. We listened intently, our hearts heavy with the weight of the revelation. Yoda's expertise shed light on the gravity of the situation, reminding us of the urgency and responsibility we bore in our quest for justice.
"It appears that Coach Bradley was attacked near the equipment storage area. It is true that the dumbbell in his hand is the murder weapon. We need to gather it as evidence and analyze it thoroughly." Crystle said.
I nodded, my mind already racing with questions. I approached Zeke, eager to learn more about the valuable insights the witnesses had shared. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air, and every piece of information was crucial to unraveling the mystery.
"Zeke, did any of the witnesses provide valuable insights? Any clues that could lead us to the killer?" I asked, my voice calm yet determined.
Zeke sighed, his expression filled with concern. He ran a hand through his hair, his empathetic nature shining through even in this moment of distress. "Neira, the witnesses are still in shock, but one of them mentioned seeing a figure fleeing the scene. They couldn't provide a clear description, but we should follow up on that lead. There might be more witnesses we haven't spoken to yet."
