The sky looked brooding and ominous as I thought to myself "was it going to be yet another boring Saturday?"
I showered and took the stairs down to the coffeeshop ... when I noticed that something was askew. The neighbourhood didn't seem as peaceful as it looked ... and for no plausible reason I suddenly felt ill at ease :think:
Mr. Chan and I used to play a leisurely game over coffee every Saturday morning at this very table in his coffeeshop. Every time I won he would make me a free cup of coffee. All those memories made me cry out in sorrow. :cry:
Who had done this to him and why? :dunno: It was then I resolved to find out who killed Mr. Chan!!!
I started to look around for clues ... found that the back door was also locked! Also, there was a note pasted named 7B ... very strange indeed! Could this be the symbol of the killer? I didn't know :think:
Anyway, what kind of human could get through locked doors?
Oh wait ... there are these open balconies ... could someone have come from the backlanes through here?
I then decided to give the backlanes a second look.
Things were just not adding up. In addition to the strange apparatus were other weird objects on the wall ...
... and below was an expensive vintage bike left unlocked in a backlane! Hmmm, surely someone was in a hurry to get away. By now I was sure the killer had escaped through the blue door, I opened it and went in.