The Kenneth House Murders

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Birthday - The Philippines' Last Incident.

After finishing translating the last few sentences for the day, Kenneth realized that the sun was already up in the sky and that time had gone by faster than expected. Thinking about the conversation he just had with Lennin about the Crime Olympics he checked his email for more information on the case, there he found the mail he was looking for, and another one that read:

Crime Notice
This year, 1,200 Filipinos will be murdered in 1,200 locked rooms. No one can stop it.
-The Locked Room Lord

This is fucking stupid. Thinking about how dumb it was, Kenneth ignored it and hyperfocused on the details of the email on his 'important' folder. While in the middle of it, a new message notification popped up on his screen: [Lennin Mondragon: Thought my last message was a joke? I'm literally outside your door rn.]

Without even having time to reply, knock knock knock knock, someone started knocking on his door. "Kenneth, surprise! Open up!"

It took a moment to process.

Then...

Excitement surged like fireworks.

Kenneth immediately knew what was going on, his Filipino-Spanish friend had come to visit him. He could immediately tell who it was, he pronounced the 'K' in his name when he called him out, and his accent was reminiscent of Trotsky. It was Lennin!

Rushing to the front door, Kenneth unbolted the door and opened it.

What he found there was a blonde haired bloodied head.

And a headless torso wearing a green jacket lying next to it.

The word as he knew it had been turned upside down.

Not taking a single second, Kenneth rushed back to his apartment, ran through the door, down the hallway, into the kitchen, flung open the door to his pantry and took a baguette with him, then firmly holding the baguette in his right hand and taking a bite out of it, he rushed to his room to grab his flip phone and wallet.

The scene was way too horrible and way too real to be believable. The first thing Kenneth did was call the PDC hotline: "Hello, it's the Baguette Detective from the overseas division of the PDC calling. Johnson E. Torres, are you on the line? I need backup, I just found a headless body outside of my residence. Yes, it's a locked room." Shutting close his phone, Kenneth thought how reassuring it was that the one to pick up the call was Johnson, he was a friend of his, and also a detective, with his speciality being Economic Deduction, Johnson is able to sit in front of an excel sheet for 8 hours a day 7 times a week to deduce where murders will happen and the probabilities of certain individuals committing a crime. Knowing that he was the one to pick up, Kenneth was reassured that soon the police and other detectives would be contacted and sent to his residence. After all, the 'E' in Johnson's name stood for "Express."

The baguette detective was named that for his deduction method, Baguette Divination, which consisted of getting a boost in cerebral activity every time he consumed a bite of said bread.

So, the next thing Kenneth did was check his wallet for his blue PDC ID card to show the police the moment they arrived.

They're taking their time huh. Among his agitation from meeting his friend in such a way, and the worry that Johnson "Express" Torres had already taken a while to send anyone his way. Kenneth found himself being more resolute than ever. And I had just been contacted by the HQ to look into this French Crime Olympics situation. And now this...was the email from earlier true? The one of 1,200 Filipinos getting killed in 1,200 locked rooms?