In the mind of the Genius

The Crying Toddler

The day is not yet over for me. In fact, it will just start. I hurriedly looked for Beta to inform him about the murder case, but there's no room for mourning over a classmate because classes won't be postponed for Michelle. So I readied myself for my class this afternoon. But with a different mindset in mind - being very extra careful for any lefties guys.

Upon going to the classroom, I stumbled with my childhood friend Ian. He's waving at me like we haven't seen each other for decades. What sprung to me is that he's left-handed. He's waving his left hand, and I knew for a fact that he really is a left-handed. I even remembered his story that his parents were training him to use his right hand when he was young, and that didn't work after all.

"Sheiy---Brianna!" Ian shouted.

"Good afternoon." I said sparingly.

"I heard about Michelle. Are you okay?" he said.

"What are you talking about?" I confusingly said.

"Didn't you hear? Michelle was found dead this morning. As far as I know, you're close to her." he said.

"Oh! That's it. Sorry, I still can't believe that she was killed." I said. Here I thought he knew that I may be the next target of Abyss Syndicate.

"That's why we need more cops - more capable cops! So that this kind of injustice would subside."Ian proclaimed.

"Yeah. You're right. By the way, did you know that I've cracked the code I showed you yesterday?" I told him to remove any underlying feeling that he's my suspect.

"Oh yeah! About that, I also cracked it. It said 'help me' but what bugs me is - help in what? Were you able to dig deeper in that part, Brianna?" Ian asked.

"We're in the same position, Ian. I've cracked the code but don't know what it meant, and it's purpose." I said in a whispering voice.

I hate this doubting feeling. This incident led me to doubt even my childhood friend. I don't want him to be caught up in this mess. And it's safer for me to act ignorant about this whole thing, but it doesn't mean that I've given up on destroying the Abyss Syndicate.

I guess, there's no such thing as obsessive carefulness when your life is at stake.

We waved goodbyes at each other because my class is starting.

Upon entering the room, it feels like I've entered a foreign territory. Full of people with their masks on. Someone in this very room might have killed Michelle.

There are plenty of left handed people here, but most of them are girls. Eliminating the girls, it would just be Jason and Mark who are left handed guys. A 50-50 chance is really frightening!

But as a college student, I should not let this affect my grades, I'm still a student of this elite university.

I should act normal.

But what's abnormal is that everyone is too focused on their studies and never mentioned Michelle's death. Have they gotten over with it already? Or do they know something and decided to remain silent just like me?

As the lesson progresses, I remembered that I promised to meet Beta after class. We're gong somewhere, and I don't know where. He may be a pervert, a bastard, an insensitive brat, self-centered maniac but he's one of the only few people I could trust on this case. He gives off a vibe that everything will work out fine. Plus, this inexplicable trust and devotion Officer Vincent puts in him, I feel safe in him, at least. Even though, he's a threat for an entirely different reason.

Classes are over. It's 5:17 PM when I saw Beta sitting on the ground just outside the university's entrance gate. He really doesn't care if he's dirty or not, just like a homeless person. But what's amazing is that he doesn't smell at all. In fact, he smells good even though that I'm feeling that he's wearing same shirt as yesterday's.