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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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