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Help! Help!

- Loki, wake up. - Rhea.

What are you doing here?

What?

Just checking if I'm still alive?

You don’t have to watch over me, Lorelei.

I can take care of myself.

It’s been days since I was discharged from the hospital.

The doctor said you should avoid strenuous activities.

So I’m just making sure you don’t do anything reckless.

Even if I wanted to, I don’t have enough energy.

But I've noticed a change in your behavior.

Did I miss something while I was asleep at the hospital?

Is there something I should know?

Who are you?

It’s not safe to be out this late by yourself.

Hey!

Are you still with us?

Yes. Sorry!

You know, don’t overthink things for now.

We’ll talk about our cases once you’re better.

Loki?

Hi, Tita.

How are you? How are you feeling?

Good.

I’d be better if I wasn’t being watched 24/7.

If that’s the case,

here’s what I’ll do.

I’ll lock your unit.

Do whatever you want.

You have your phone anyway, right?

If you need anything, just call us. Okay?

- If you need anything, just call us. Okay? - Wait.

What?

Shadows

in the dark are crawling

Keeping watch and barring your way

As if the line could not be crossed

To every scream and every tremor

These walls remain the only witness

Every noise is etched in here

Like fire and ammunition for your memory

Heed the warnings

The threats poised to strike

For this world

is not what you imagined

Heed the warnings

Open up your eyes

For this world

is not what you imagined

Heed the warnings

Good morning.

Lori! Lori, wait!

Oh, Rosetta. How are you?

How’s Loki doing, by the way?

Is he okay now?

Well, he’s still recovering, so it might be a while before he’s back.

Oh, I see.

So, what about your club?

Well, for now, I’ll take care of the club.

Why?

Do you have a case for us?

I do. My friend’s being bothered by someone.

But it’s okay. Maybe when your partner gets back.

- No offense meant, okay? Sorry. - None taken.

I mean, I know I’m not as good as Loki at solving cases.

It’s not like that.

So you won’t have a hard time.

Okay.

Hey.

Our normal counting system is called “base ten”

because we have exactly ten symbols to work with from zero to nine.

But once we run out of these symbols, we start all over again.

We add another digit to the left.

That’s because we have ten fingers.

But what if we had eight?

We count using digits zero to seven, then we go 10 to 17.

Yes, and that is called octal counting or base eight.

Okay, class. Lunch break.

See you next session.

Could he really be M?

It’s kind of hard to believe.

He seems nice and innocent.

Besides, if he was involved in Stein Alberts’ kidnapping,

why would he report it to the Q.E.D. Club?

So, shall we go?

- Come on, I’m starving. Aren’t you hungry? - Alright.

Lori! Lori!

I hope you didn’t take what I said earlier too personally.

Not really. It’s okay.

How about this?

Let’s have lunch at the mall. My treat.

Come on, please?

- Hmm... - I am hungry.

Alright, fine.

- Really? - Oh, wait.

I'm bored. Check for clients in the club room.

If interesting, send ASAP.

Sorry, Rosetta. Looks like I have to eat lunch in the clubroom.

Loki asked me to come by in case there are new cases.

Huh?

Why not just say you’re in the clubroom when you’re really at the mall?

Of course, you deserve a break too.

But what if someone really needs help?

You won’t be able to solve it without Loki anyway, right?

I mean, there are only two of you in the club.

So, it’ll be hard if you’re there alone, right?

So that makes it even harder...

You know what? I’m okay eating alone.

So, go on. Just head to the mall.

Lori! Wait!

Are you okay being alone there?

Anything interesting yet?

Nothing yet.

Come in!

Hi! This is Q.E.D. Club, right?

Yep, that’s right. How can I help you?

Wait, are you Lorelei Rios?

The one who writes all the blogs about Q.E.D. cases.

And...

is this the place where every case starts?

Yes, that’s right. It’s me.

And, yes, this is where students come for help.

Sorry for not introducing myself right away.

I’m Agatha Cortez, by the way.

The literary editor of the Clark Clarion.

It’s nice to meet you.

And I also read your blogs.

Really?

Wow, that's huge for a newbie writer like me to be praised

by an editor from Clark University's official publication like you.

Please, have a seat.

Sorry, it’s a bit messy in here.

Something happened last week, so we still haven’t cleaned up.

It’s okay. Our editorial office is even messier than this.

By the way, our Editor-in-Chief is an avid fan of your blog.

Really?

It started when I heard Q.E.D. had case blogs.

I read your blogs right away.

And I must say, you have a talent for writing.

Oh, wow, thank you so much! I mean…

that’s a huge compliment coming from an editor like yourself.

And, you know, the Clarion releases a literary folio quarterly.

So we get short stories, poems, and essays from students,

even non-Clarion members.

And I’m here to formally let you know

that our EIC wants to feature some of your works.

What? Really?

Yes, because I believe you have a knack for storytelling.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

And don’t worry.

If there’s any payment for the pieces you submit,

the Clarion is willing to make a deal.

Our EIC really wants it,

so we’ll do everything we can to make it happen.

Well, there's really no need to pay me.

It means a lot that my blog posts might make it into your folio, so...

That’s great!

But would it be okay if your articles go through the editing process?

You know, print space is kind of limited.

As long as the flow of the story stays the same

and no important details are lost,

I’m fine with it.

Okay! Okay! Okay! Thank you!

Our EIC will definitely be happy.

Oh, right!

- By the way, this is my card. - Oh, perfect.

Sorry, I don’t have a card yet.

It’s okay. Just message me there if there are any updates.

Okay.

By the way, how’s your president doing?

Word got to us that he was poisoned.

Well, he’s still recovering.

The doctor advised him to rest for now,

so he won’t be able to come in yet.

The belladonna he drank might still be affecting his system.

Belladonna, huh.

Yeah. Why?

Do you also write about the cases here on campus?

Actually, we really want to publish a series of articles

regarding these gruesome incidents.

But the admin won’t allow it.

They said it’s bad for the school’s "image."

And they said it might affect the students’ mental health

if we publish something, you know, depressing.

I see. I understand.

Actually, I wanted to bring a case to you.

Since I’m already here,

I thought I’d bring it up too, if that’s okay.

Of course. What is it?

He’s Edward Allen Ponce.

He’s one of our contributors for the literary section.

He loves writing stories, specifically mystery stories.

Yesterday, he was found dead in his apartment.

Murder?

A bottle of potassium cyanide capsules was found

on the nearby table where he was found dead.

His breath smelled like almonds, and his lips had turned blue

They also found a note on the table, so they ruled it self-inflicted.

If that’s the police’s conclusion, what’s bothering you?

His farewell note was weirdly written.

I’ve edited enough of his stories to know his writing style,

and as far as I can tell, there’s something off about it.

This written confession isn’t a hoax.

Suicide will redeem my guilt as killer.

Forgive me, Nicole, for I took without remorse that writer’s life.

Manuscipt is Unbeknownst

which I’ve stolen reveals truth.

Keep the copy as evidence.

Is this his handwriting?

Based on the note and his notebooks, the handwriting matches.

But you’re right, Agatha.

There really is something weird with this note.

Yes, and if the police are right,

Edward killed a writer and stole their manuscript.

"Unbeknownst" was the working title, just like what’s written there.

I see.

Wait, who’s Nicole, and who’s the writer he allegedly killed?

Nicole was Edward’s girlfriend.

But we still don’t know which writer they’re referring to.

Maybe it was someone they knew, or a friend of theirs.

Could you forward this to me?

The police ruled it self-inflicted,

but according to the client, and based on my deduction

there’s something off about the subject’s final note.

What do you think?

Excuse me for a moment.

Hello?

It’s too easy.

Too easy!

One look is all it takes for me to solve the puzzle.

The victim did not take his own life, but was forced to.

Again?

So if this is like all the other cases, then that means it’s connected to…

If you’re thinking that Moriarty is involved,

I highly doubt it.

So what is it?

Can you stop with the suspense and just tell me

what really happened to Edward?

Hmm…

Nope!

What do you mean, “nope”?

I'm not telling you.

Why would I?

In the first place, you let our landlady lock me inside of this unit

and you didn’t even bother to help me.

Secondly...

you can handle this case even without my help.

We’ve been working together for weeks.

Surely you’ve picked up some of my methods by now.

I’m confident that you can solve this case

on behalf of our club.

Why aren’t you answering?

Have you lost your voice or have you fainted from the pressure?

My God! Can you just tell me already?

I’m feeling pressured.

What if I can’t solve this case and embarrass our club?

And our client’s from The Clarion.

I’m scared I’ll disappoint her

because I’m not as good as she expects me to be.

Still no.

But let me give you a clue before you start cracking the case.

Have you ever taken an exam

where you're one seat apart from your classmate?

Yes.

What’s that supposed to mean?

Good luck!

Huh? Wait!

What kind of clue is that?

Agatha, I need your help.

Do you think Nicole will come?

She said yes to your text, so I guess we just wait.

Oh, here. She’s here. Nicole.

Hello! Nicole, meet Lorelei. Lorelei, meet Nicole.

- Hi! - Hi! Nice to meet you!

How can I help you?

Actually, I’m from the Q.E.D. Club.

I just wanted to ask you a few things about Edward Allen.

Is this about his death?

We have a hunch he didn’t kill himself.

Well, not voluntarily.

So you’re saying someone forced him to take cyanide?

It looks that way.

That’s why we were hoping for your help

to find out what really happened and who might’ve done it.

In the note, he mentioned a writer he supposedly killed

and stole a manuscript from.

Do you know who he was referring to?

Maybe Arthur Dominguez.

Like Ed...

Art was a mystery writer too.

But two weeks ago, he hit his head.

They said he accidentally fell down the stairs

at the dorm where he and Ed were together.

Do you also know about the manuscript Edward mentioned in the note?

All he told me when we were still together was that,

he was writing a novel

he planned to submit to a publishing house.

Writing? Are you kidding?

Maybe what you mean is,

he was revising the manuscript he stole to make it his own.

Isn’t that right?

If he wasn’t stealing Arthur’s actual writing,

he was stealing his ideas.

A lot of Clarion pieces were credited to Edward,

but Art was the one who actually wrote them.

Good thing his conscience finally got to him.

Honestly, that’s still not enough for everything he’s done.

Please excuse him.

Michael and Art were best friends.

And Michael strongly suspects Edward had something to do with Art’s accident.

Alright, I should get going too. I still have class.

Can I contact you directly?

In case there are updates on the case.

Sure.

- Here. Thank you. - Thank you.

- Agatha… - Yes, Lori?

I have a strong hunch

Michael had something to do with Edward’s death.

You think so?

For now, he’s the only one I can see with a motive to do it.

I’ll follow him and find out the truth.

How do I figure out the hidden message in this note?

Good afternoon, class.

We will have a surprise exam for today.

I just want to see what you’ve learned from what I taught you last session.

Oh? What are you so worried about? We've discussed the topic already.

And this is history class.

You know you have to learn from the past in order to face the future, right?

So, go get your papers and move your chairs away from each other.

The space between you should be one seat apart.

Have you ever taken an exam

where you're one seat apart from your classmate?

The space between you should be one seat apart.

One seat apart!

That’s it!

Lorelei! Did you decode Edward’s note?

Yes.

But I want us to wait for Nicole first.

I want her to hear what her boyfriend was trying to say.

Why did you call me back, Lorelei?

Do you have an update on Edward’s case?

Yes!

I have decoded your boyfriend’s note.

So you can stop pretending now and just turn yourself in.

Wait, what do you mean?

Nicole is responsible for Edward’s death?

Since Edward loved mysteries,

I realized that was his plan all along,

to hide the message in his poem.

Whoever forced him to drink the poison was definitely keeping watch.

I tried taking out some of the words here.

I tried different combinations, but this one fit best.

Exactly two words apart.

If you take out the two words between each keyword,

that’s what it reads.

"This isn't suicide.

My killer, Nicole, took that manuscript which reveals the evidence."

I only did it to avenge Art for what Ed did to him.

What?

How could you do that to your boyfriend?

The truth is...

Art and I grew up together.

Looks like our friend’s feeling down. You okay?

Hey, Art. Are you okay?

That story is mine! I’m sure of it!

But Ed, he submitted it to the Clarion and said he wrote it.

If you wrote this, how does he have a copy?

I don’t know. We were roommates.

So maybe he was sneaking into my room and checking my notebook,

where I wrote all my stories.

Have you talked to him about it?

Yeah! But he kept denying it!

He said maybe it was just a coincidence that we had the same idea.

That wasn’t even the first time. It happened several times before.

Then that guy’s a total jerk.

Want to punch him when we see him?

No. You’ll just end up looking like the bad guy.

I’ve got an idea.

Since not many people know the three of us are friends,

what if I flirt with Ed?

Right?

Then once he falls for me, I’ll make him confess to what he did.

Once we have the evidence, that’s when we expose everything.

That’ll work.

- Right? How about you? - That's nice.

Sounds good.

I already got Ed to confess to plagiarizing your work.

I have his confession on my phone. Listen to this.

My roommate was such an idiot.

He writes his stories in his notebook.

And he just leaves it lying around the room.

Of course, I’d take photos of it, then just revise it myself.

To make it look like it was mine.

Babe, why did you do that?

So I could be the star, of course!

Art didn’t deserve to be famous anyway.

It just hits different when your name’s in the Clarion.

He’s such a loser.

I also got the photos of your stories from his phone.

There! Look!

So, do we leak it?

No! I’ll confront him myself!

Next thing we knew,

Art had already hit his head in their dorm.

We had no proof Edward did it,

so there was nothing we could do when he made it look like an accident.

I can’t take it anymore!

I can’t stand what he did to Art.

He’s my childhood friend.

I know what a good person he is.

So I took matters into my own hands to avenge him.

Of course, I’d take pictures of it, then just revise it myself.

To make it look like it was mine.

I’ll release this recording if you don’t do what I say.

I know you can’t handle the shame, Ed.

Please don’t.

Let’s talk this out, Nicole. Nicole, please? Nicole.

What’s your dad gonna say when he finds out

- about the shameful things you’re doing? - Please.

We can talk this through.

- Isn’t he running for councilor? - Nicole.

What happens when people find out his son’s a plagiarist?

What you need to do now is write your goodbye note.

Don’t. Please?

Write!

Write!

How could you do that to Art?

He was such a good person, and you did that to him?

You know what should happen to you? You should disappear.

Drink this.

Drink it!

Please.

I was consumed by anger.

The only thing on my mind was avenging Art.

Because I can’t accept that this is all that would happen to him.

Art was too kind and innocent

to be treated like that by anyone.

Nicole! You shouldn’t have done that!

You should’ve let the police handle it!

I’m sorry...

I’m sorry.

- Sorry, forgive me. What's this? - There! Arrest her!

- What's this? Wait! - Arrest her.

- Come with us. - I don't want.

- Wait! Michael! - Come. Let's go outside.

- Michael! - Thank you. Leave her to us.

Thank you so much for your help, Lorelei.

I’m so lucky I got to personally witness how Q.E.D. solves cases.

No problem.

Loki!

Hey. I brought you food.

Thank you.

So, aren’t you proud of me for solving my first case on my own?

Technically, I still helped you.

I gave you a clue, right?

So, you still weren’t on your own?

Just eat already.

Let me finish fixing this blog post first.

Oh, no!

The account’s suspended.

What could’ve happened?

It means a lot of people reported the account.

Just appeal and wait for 30 days.

You haven't violated anything

so I'm pretty confident that they'll lift the suspension.

For now...

I want you to write it in a secured drive.

Are you sure you’re really okay, Loki? Can you handle it?

Yep.

Never been better.

Good.

Because there’s something I want to discuss

that I couldn’t bring up while you were recovering.

What is it?

Do you remember when John Bautista almost had me dissolved?

When I heard him call and talk to Moriarty.

When he called that number,

I heard it play familiar children's tune.

And that song was "Mary Had a Little Lamb."

"Mary Had a Little Lamb"?

Are you sure?

A hundred percent sure.

Well, I won’t be surprised if that were true.

Moriarty’s probably fond of nursery rhymes.

First, "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."

Now, "Mary Had A Little Lamb."

What’s next? "London Bridge is Falling Down"?

That’s pretty much the same thing, Loki.

Anyway, going back to my story.

While you were in the hospital, I heard a man whistling.

It was the same tune.

When I confronted him,

he said he only heard it from someone's keypad

at the hospital around that time too.

Do I know you, miss?

So I'm sure one of Moriarty's men was at the hospital.

Loki, this could be the key

for us to really find out who Moriarty really is.

You should have told me about this keypad thingy sooner.

I would’ve been able to focus my undivided attention

on figuring out what the digits are.

Even if we know the tune,

the list of the possible number configurations is endless.

It could've been one of your visitors who dialed it.

First, was Professor Morayta.

Then, Bastien Montreal.

And lastly, your brother, Luthor.

But, wait.

There's another possibility.

That night, a man with a lollipop was following me.

I don't know him.

I don't know his name.

But if I saw his face, I'd definitely recognize him.

Whoever it was, we need to be careful about the people approaching us.

We don't know what Moriarty's planning.

All we can do for now is practice constant vigilance.

So don’t forget to bring your stun pen at all times.

We'll never know when he or his minions will strike.

Hi. Sorry, am I disturbing you?

We are in the middle of something important.

- Can you please stop-- - Rosetta, come in.

I'm with the friend I told you about.

Sure. That's fine. Please, come in.

Come on.

Hi.

Rhea?

Is he okay? Why does he seem to be buffering?

Sorry, what was your friend's name again?

My name’s Jamie Santiago. Pleased to meet you.

Nice to meet you. I'm Lorelei Rios.

And this is our club president, Loki Mendez.

Jamie is one of the best theater actresses in school.

That's why she always gets the lead roles.

She's popular on campus, but maybe you don't know her

since you don't watch our theater plays.

Alright, I'll go ahead.

Lori, please help out my friend, okay? Thank you.

We got this.

Bye.

Jamie, please feel free to tell us your problem.

We’re here to listen. Right, Loki?

Earlier, Rosie said I'm a theater actress.

I'm used to meeting fans after every production I lead.

It's never really been an issue.

What scares me are the ones hiding in the dark

and staying anonymous.

You mean stalkers?

Yeah. I once chatted with someone.

The name wasn’t familiar, and it looked like a fake account.

At first, he was even trying to befriend me.

Then in the following days,

he suddenly started sending photos of me while I was onstage.

I want to know who he is because I want him to stop.

Do you have copies of the photos you were talking about?

Loki.

Hey!

When did these photos start?

Last week.

The first one was sent Tuesday at 7:56 in the evening.

Then the next one was sent Wednesday at 8:34.

And the latest one was last night at 9:45.

Are these from your rehearsals for the play at the auditorium?

More likely than not,

that’s one of your Repertory Club members.

Based on the angles in these photos.

Why is he doing this?

Well, maybe he likes you.

He’s too shy to tell you how he feels, so he’s doing it through chat instead.

It’s starting to get creepy.

I want to make him stop, but I don’t know who to confront.

That kind of behavior from a fan is definitely worrying.

So you need to be extra careful, especially when you're alone.

We’ll be needing your chat records with the mystery guy.

We need to understand the culprit first before we gather our suspects.

We’ll also ask for a list of all your club members.

Then we narrow it down to the possible suspects.

We don’t have an official member list,

but I remember the names of all 42 members.

I’ll just write them down.

You memorized all 42 members’ names?

Yes! With full names and ages.

I have a very retentive memory,

so memorizing my lines for a play has never been hard for me.

I can remember things quickly.

I’ll just write it down and send it right away.

Why do you seem so starstruck by Jamie?

Hey!

I've been talking to you, and you're not even answering me.

Wait, what’s that?

I thought you were doing something important.

You were just browsing.

This is relevant to our case. Just so you know.

I’m just checking the profiles of everyone on Jamie’s list.

I’m reading and studying how they construct

their self-centered, if not utterly ridiculous, Facenote posts.

It’s giving me headache, but I have to do it.

How is that connected to our case?

You don’t know that you can recognize someone

through their writer’s fist?

Not your literal fist.

But the way you write.

You can identify them with their word choice

and sentence construction.

Check this Mister Y’s message to Jamie.

I noticed that you have good curves. Do you work out everyday?

I saw you wearing strawberry lipstick today.

I can’t help but wonder how those lips taste like.

Can I touch your legs? I guess they’re freaking smooth.

Creepy.

Definitely.

And most of all, a very lame alias.

If we don’t stop this,

it could turn into an obsession,

and he might do something worse to Jamie.

So this is what we're gonna do.

Let's divide the list that Jamie sent to us.

And we will both check the profiles of these people.

I'll do the first 21, and you take the next.

Then let's meet up later with our findings.

Got it.

Good.

Okay, class, remember, you make your own grades.

So just submit what we discussed, okay?

Okay, class.

Don’t forget the outputs that you have to submit by the end of the month.

Remember, you're young adults now, so be responsible.

Your grades are up to you, okay?

And if you have any concerns, just come to me. I'm easy to talk to.

But then again...

And, remember, your performance tasks must be done on time.

So if there are no more concerns, class dismissed!

Wesley Nuñez.

Raymond Torres.

Alvin Mendoza.

And Stein Alberts.

Stein Alberts? The name is familiar.

Who is he again?

The math prodigy.

The one we saved in one of our cases.

I remember now.

But I can’t believe he’s a possible suspect.

So what are you gonna do with that list?

We will be observing them firsthand.

And we have to see them in person

and know more about what they've done in the production.

Then, we’ll lay out a trap that can expose him.

And how exactly are you planning on doing that?

Don’t worry.

I have something in mind.

Can we attend your rehearsal by tomorrow?

Sure!

Come on, we're gonna be late for our next class!

Exactly, what time is it now?

Just a moment.

Only ten minutes left, we're gonna be late.

Lori!

- Jamie. - Hi!

Where’s Loki?

He’ll be here soon. He’s always on time anyway.

We’re just early.

Lori…

can I ask something?

What is it?

Is there something going on between you and Loki?

What?

Nothing.

Loki and I are just clubmates, and roommates.

Besides, I can’t imagine myself falling for that guy.

Just as I thought.

Loki will never fall for someone like you.

I was actually wondering

why you’re always trailing behind him like a puppy.

And why do you think Loki accepted your club application?

You look like a dumb chihuahua with no talents and art of detection.

Face card? It’s pretty unremarkable.

Or was it because you bribed him to let you join?

I'm here.

Finally, Loki, you’re here!

Are you okay?

Yeah, of course.

- We're here! - Wait.

- Oh, my God, Jamie! - Hi!

I'm Stein Alberts. And I'm pleased to meet the two of you.

What's a Math major like yourself doing here?

Shouldn't you be solving complex mathematical equations?

As a director, it's my job to ensure the audience

gets a high-quality viewing experience.

I'll help you, okay?

You'll get better.

So now that we've met her four suspects, who do you think is our mystery guy?

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