Whodunit?! (A VGF whodunit Mystery. Come in and solve it for yourself!)

**Galefore** · 06-22-2007, 04:00 PM

(This is a whodunit. At the end of the story, you get to solve it for yourself and post your findings. As such, me and my team of planners and writers get these things posted every week, I hope, so enjoy solving these little murders. This is the first one, so I hope you find it rather easy. As well, if you would like to help plan/write these mysteries, drop me a PM.)
Hospitalization.
A Jeret Humphries mystery.
By: Galefore
Planned by: Galefore, NintendoGod, and Acradius.
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It was cold.

As cold as it always was, as it always would be, as it always should be. In such a simplistic little town, it was always cold, and winters were never an exception. To the disdain of many, here was a town where nothing of interest happened, nothing to stir up any commotion. And why should there be? Backwoods towns are never respected for much else than their “rural charm”. And that was Gerewood. Backwoods was not the words, not even boondocks could adequately describe them.

Today was quite the breezy December morning, the wind-chill caused a ridge of goose bumps to climb up the locals’ backs, their tired expressions mingling into their dull conversations. Through their jackets and coats, they always lived their trivial days, not once even stopping to enjoy their surroundings or the village’s good points. By this time, this town was taken for granted. Never was it known for much else than normal, everyday life, a village of small populace and smaller recognition.

And through all of this, one person enjoyed a smile, a foolish smile that most people frowned at. He was always joyful, bumbling about as some sort of buffoon, yet he was possibly the only saving grace of the village.

Jeret Humphries, that’s what he was named. Jeret was considered the strangest of the small town bunch. He walked about greeting his peers, with his trademark grin and his frazzled hair, his slow mind and his nonchalant bumbling.

But he was also known for something else. Something that you would never expect from his type. He was known for deductive reasoning. And yet, even through this, he was forgetful, and also rather clumsy. He had worked for a while as a smalltime detective, solving a robbery here and there through what he admitted was pure luck. And even so, he longed to solve the high profile cases that always eluded him, the murders, the arson, and the kidnappings. This was far, far beyond him.

So even now, he walked the street, a clumsy smile on his face as he dreamed his fancy little dream. A cough escaped his lips, one he had been battling with for the last week. At this point, he was heading directly for the Gerewood Medical Center.

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It was quiet enough, snow-capped buildings abounding as the young lady walked down the street. She desired only to reach her office at the local hospital, a quiet and secluded hospice not far from her house. And that blasted cold was messing around with her like it wanted to hold her back!

“Argh! I hate the winters around here! You’d THINK they’d at least have a bus with a heating system to transport me, but that’s asking too much for this hick parade.” said she, named Julee Park.

She slowly approached, rubbing her hands together to produce warmth. If only she didn’t have to work these damned night-shifts as a nurse.
Nearby, there stood a man. His face was hidden in the dark, but he was there.

And he followed her in.

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“Say what?” said the bewildered Jeret.

“We may have to hold you over. We aren’t quite sure as to your condition yet, and it may be serious.” said Dr. Erwin Powell, an old, graying man with a handlebar moustache and a lively, wild haircut. He seemed to beam a confidence, despite the intimidating scar on his face from an accident of years past.

“Wait, why? It’s only a flu, Dr. Powell, and I’m sure I can handle it.”

“Son, it seems you may have something more serious. We just need to do a few tests, and you should be released first thing in the morning. Now, get comfortable, you may be here for a while!”

Great. I’m here in this little hospital when I could be at home, relaxing. I can’t even sleep in these cold little rooms.

Jeret, examining his surroundings, looked about him. His room number was 214. Floor 4. Even if he considered it small, it was a rather large hospital for such a small town. He looked for the windows, noticing that the curtains were completely drawn. He saw a few other details, a small heater/air conditioner unit, a table, a few guest chairs, a sort of hammock like guest bed, and a chase-lounge. It seemed this place was well-equipped for any family to sleep over, but Jeret’s relative probably didn’t even know he was there.

He began to doze. After all, he had arrived very late in the evening, and had just gotten settled into his room…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!”

Jeret jerked up, a heavy gasp escaping his throat. He had just heard… A scream? Whoever this was, they seemed to have seen a ghost, or worse yet…

“A murder!!! Its Julee, she… She…”

Jeret jumped from his bed. At this point, he wasn’t worried as to what the doctors may say and how many nurses may scold him. Someone was dead. And whoever it was… Had been murdered.

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There was a gathering of people, looking at Julee’s dismembered body, in the operating room.

“This… Is awful.” murmured Dr. Derik Kulman, as he adjusted his glasses and placed them back on his prominent nose. He had been Julee’s current love interest.

“Quite… quite so…” spoke Dr. Powell, his scared eyes bowed in reverent respect.

“Julee! Julee, no! Julee!” came a bewildered Catherine Iliad, a young lady who had worked at hospital as a nurse, often working alongside Julee herself.

“I… I can’t think of anything to say…” mused Dr. Scarlett Codler, the supervisor. She clacked her high heels against the ground as she approached the body to examine it.”

“This just isn’t natural.” said Charlie Mune, a janitor of the hospital. His dirty mop of a beard crawled down to his chest as he reverently removed his hat.

“No. It’s murder. Call the police, now.” said Jeret. Dr. Powell turned, flustered, but in light of what was happening, said nothing.

“They’re on their way. We called them as soon as we found her like this.” said Charlie. Everyone else agreed. It wasn’t long before the police arrived. Dr. Codler approached them.

“Rigor has set in. She’s been dead for… At least an hour, judging from the signs present. She‘s been dead since 11 PM.”

Inspector Carmul, a large man in his sixties and with a long white trench coat, reached his hands into his pocket and removed a notebook.

“Do tell, missy.” he spoke in a heavily southern accent.

They looked over at the body. It was a horrid, gruesome scene. There she was, sprawled out across the table, her body cut open as an autopsy. Her bood was spilled all over the operating table, a bloody scalpel and other medical tools found all around her. She had been dissected. There looked to be something removed from inside of her body, as if that had been the purpose.

Testimonies were given in an orderly manner. Each suspect, counting only Jeret, most of the patients, the doctors present, and the nurses present, was discounted except for Dr. Kulman, Dr. Powell, Dr. Codler, Mr. Mune, and Ms. Catherine.

Dr. Kulman gave his testimony as follows: “I knew Julee. We were great, great friends. I used to go everywhere with her, she was my… Well, we were in a relationship. I would never kill her! I swear! She… She was all I had aside from this hospital, and besides, I was in my office from 9 to 11 PM anyway! Ask Dr. Codler, she‘ll tell you!”

Dr. Powell gave a simple statement: “Julee was a kind girl, if not sometimes a little short-tempered. I don’t know who would do that to her, but it wasn’t me. I was with Jeret until 10, but… After 11, only I can confirm my whereabouts, as I was with a comatose patient on room 240.”

Catherine, tears streaming down her face, came into the room and stuttered through her testimony. “I… I never expected this to h-happen… J… Julee was my friend. I… Who would do this?! Who?! I was… I was in a room with a patient at the time, room 310, you can ask the lady in there!”

Dr. Codler gave quite the testimony: “I… I can only say this. I did not kill her. I will not disclose my whereabouts, as that is top-secret.”

And Mr. Mune, cool as a cucumber, sat and spoke: “Well, I was cleanin’ the halls at the time. I heard the screams and came a-runnin’, and poor Julee was all over the place! You know, I heard an interestin’ story…”

Mr. Mune went on to tell about a hunting accident in which Dr. Kulman accidentally shot Julee in the stomach. She had let it go as soon as she got out of the hospital, but the bullet had never been removed. In recent years, Kulman had been getting close to Julee, because she had been threatening to sue. As for Dr. Codler, she was Dr. Kulman’s real girlfriend. But it was quite the secret nonetheless.

“Dr. Kulman? You an’ Dr. Codler better be headin’ on down to the station fer questioning’. Looks like you’re the prime suspects.”

Jeret has heard them all now. He had eavesdropped on every one, a grin spreading across his face. But now, he was examining the body.

Well. Looks like… This is open and shut. An open and shut case, indeed. Here’s the scalpel that made these incisions… And that bullet was supposed to be in the stomach, which has been opened… And no bullet.

“WAIT! I SWEAR! THERE WAS A PATIENT IN 310 WHILE I WAS IN THERE! I swear! She must have gotten up and left!” shouted a horrified Catherine.

"Yeah right, lil' missy, we already checked. Ain't nothin in there but air."

“That’s strange. Very strange.” mused Jeret.

Waitaminute… There’s something shining over there.

He walked over, looking under one of the tables, and found… A bloody knife.

Weird. Where the hell did this come from? And why is it covered in blood? I…

To his right, he looked inquisitively. There, he saw something very interesting.

A… A wig?!

Jeret took the two in stride. Looking quite confident, he lifted up and walked in, just as Dr. Codler and Dr. Kulman were being cuffed and Catherine was being questioned further. With a beaming smile, he called “I know who did it.”

Pointing to an individual in the room, he called “It was you.”

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Whodunit! Alright, in this case, I want to hear your opinion on who the murderer was, how they did it, and motive. If you get the first two right, I will award you with something before revealing the criminal in the conclusion. I plan to make this into a weekly thing, so please, participate and enjoy!

SephirothKirby · 06-22-2007, 04:14 PM

No ****ing clue. I wish I wasn't so damned stupid. Etc.

*Continues whining because I can't get it*

Rainbow Dash · 06-22-2007, 04:24 PM

This doesn't involve VGF characters. I am sad.

**Galefore** · 06-22-2007, 04:32 PM

For crying out loud, solve it anyway! At LEAST take a guess at who it was and how they did it! If you want, I will involve VGF people in some cases (outside of Jeret Humphries), but not ALL of them.

Rainbow Dash · 06-22-2007, 04:35 PM

I don't have time right now. After Sunday.

Totally Kennerson · 06-22-2007, 05:02 PM

I know for sure it was someone in the hospital.

Nameless Author · 06-22-2007, 05:53 PM

I think I got it. It was Mr. Mune.

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And Mr. Mune, cool as a cucumber, sat and spoke: “Well, I was cleanin’ the halls at the time. I heard the screams and came a-runnin’, and poor Julee was all over the place! You know, I heard an interestin’ story…”

He states that he heard the screams and came running. But, taking into account a key piece of evidence...

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“Rigor has set in. She’s been dead for… At least an hour, judging from the signs present. She‘s been dead since 11 PM.”

Now, how could Mr. Mune have heard the screams if the victim had in fact been dead for at least an hour?

As for how he did it, let's examine further. The good detective found a wig and a bloody knife, along with the surgical instruments. All were used, as they're covered in the red stuff.

So, here's my theory.

Mr. Mune killed Julee with the knife. But, Dr. Codler or Dr. Kulman removed the bullet. Since she was dissected, that means it was done carefully and expertly. Only a doctor would be able to do such a thing.

I do not have a motive for the janitor other than Julee discovered he wore a wig, but that's hardly worth killing over. The doctors however, may have wanted to remove the bullet, else that could be used against them when people discovered the dead body.

**Galefore** · 06-22-2007, 09:00 PM

Any other guesses? I won't be revealing the answer until tomorrow, and as such, I won't be telling who is and isn't correct until then either.

Wyborn · 06-22-2007, 10:31 PM

All right, I think I might have it down.

The scream thing is a red herring, and probably not an intentional one - it wasn't just Mune who heard the screams and came running, it was everybody.

Now, we have to look at the alibis.

I'll take Kulman at face valu, because I earnestly believe he was just getting his nookie on in his office with Dr. Codler.

Powell doesn't have much of an alibi, as the person he was with was apparently comatose.

Catherine's got an alibi (it's never the one whose alibi collapses right at the end).

Codler was getting her freak on with Kulman so she's cool.

Mune hasn't got much of an alibi because he's got no one who can support it, but his is easily checked just by looking at the floors. Chances are, he checks out.

Powell's got the weakest alibi so far.

The two outstanding pieces of evidence are the knife and the wig. The knife seems to be the murder weapon - the wig is most likely related to why Catherine's alibi fell apart.

So here's how I see it going down:

Powell takes the comatose woman and places her in room 310 at some point in time - Catherine only mentions being there at eleven, so we'll pretend he does this a few minutes beforehand. The comatose woman is wearing a wig because, well, you're not really going to notice that she's the same woman if Powell and Catherine were the only ones to see her, but the difference will be enough to throw off anybody who happened to just look in the room.

Now, the actual murder may take place before or after the movement of the woman in question; we're going to assume before. Powell kills Julee - with the knife - and takes her into the room where she is discovered. He performs an "operation" on the corpse, serving the dual purpose of obscuring the killing wound and providing a red herring by bringing attention to the missing bullet, which is probably either still on him or just thrown away in a garbage can that will not be examined.

Time passes while he disposes of the necessary evidence - the heavy gloves he was using, whatever smock he wore to do his work, on and on. Sometime before the alarm is raised (again, it's only mentioned that she was in there at eleven) Catherine leaves, Powell goes into room 310 and retrieves his patient, returning her to room 240 and ditching the wig along the way. He also checks in our boy Jeret at this time. Shortly afterwards, when Jeret is drifting off to sleep, Powell "discovers" the body and raises the alarm, a fact which is lost on everybody else. He leaves, and Mune arrives to "discover" the body, and the alarm is raised again, for reals this time.

That's the whole of it.

The motive behind it is that, well, nobody likes the idea of a hospital being sued, and it'd be better if the two lover doctors or Catherine went down instead of the whole establishment, so he left trails that could theoretically lead to either group.

*bows*

Here's hoping.

Mikhail Gorbachev · 06-22-2007, 10:55 PM

^Damn. You (probably) win.
I'd thought it was Powell, but I hadn't figured out that the comatose patient was moved.

Nameless Author · 06-22-2007, 11:54 PM

Learned something from Galefore that may have slipped by you all.

Dr. Kopler = Scarlett Codler

Scarlet = Red

Cod = Herring

Scarlett Codler = Red Herring

But, this doesn't mean a thing in the crime, just a little thing I thought I'd point out.

Kil'jaeden · 06-23-2007, 01:13 AM

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Originally Posted by Conan Edogawa

Catherine, tears streaming down her face, came into the room and stuttered through her testimony. “I… I never expected this to h-happen… J… Julee was my friend. I… Who would do this?! Who?! I was… I was in a room with a patient at the time, room 310, you can ask the lady in there!”

“WAIT! I SWEAR! THERE WAS A PATIENT IN 310 WHILE I WAS IN THERE! I swear! She must have gotten up and left!” shouted a horrified Catherine.

He walked over, looking under one of the tables, and found… A bloody knife.

Weird. Where the hell did this come from? And why is it covered in blood? I…

To his right, he looked inquisitively. There, he saw something very interesting.

A… A wig?!

Anyone else think that these are somehow connected?

**Galefore** · 06-23-2007, 03:22 PM

(Winner: Frost. Frost came the closest to getting the correct answer, and he only really missed a couple of details. Here’s the rundown.)

Mr. Mune looked shocked. Jeret… Had pointed to him?!

“You thought you were clever. You came in with a rather good plan to frame EVERYONE, I must say, but in itself it was suspicious that there was no evidence pointing to you in an obvious manner. You knew way too much for your own good, and for that, I believe you slipped up in quite a few areas. You may think you’re witty for sneaking in and hacking up a girl, but you’re wrong.”

“Eh, sonny? I’m sorry, I… I have no idea what yer talkin’ about. I am jus’ a lowly janitor, makin’ a livin’ through sweepin’ the halls…”

“Somehow, I doubt that. If, by some chance, you’re anything more than some sort of predator, then you are the worst at whatever you do. I know every detail simply…”

Jeret held the wig up, smiling in confidence.

“…Through this. Do you know what this is?”

“Heh heh, sonny, a wig. A nice ‘n too. Someone paid a pretty penny fer it, I betcha…”

“I’m sure you did, Mr. Mune. But it’s very obvious how this was utilized. Let’s start from the beginning. First of all, you watched Ms. Julee come in through the entrance, lily following her. At this point, you were likely already in costume, but you did not care who saw you. With you, you had this knife. I assume you engaged her, stabbed her on the spot, and cleaned her blood, taking her to the operating room. In order to frame the doctor, you cut her open, but your inexperience made it look like a normal butchering. It is assumed that after this, you left her alone and went to room 310, removing the patient there and placing her in the room Dr. Powell attended. You were in costume, and as such, you hid the medical records and waited in room 310 for the body to be discovered. What you didn’t expect was that Dr. Kulman discovered it first, doing a real surgery and removing the bullet to hide his own filthy secret. Then, Catherine left you by yourself, screamed, and you quickly donned a janitor outfit and came to the scene of the crime. The problem is, you returned to the scene; you could have easily escaped, but the whole time, you remained here because you needed to recover something: the knife. But, through a stroke of idiocy, you lost your wig as well, and tried to cover it all up by staying and nonchalantly pretending nothing was there.”

“Hey, sonny, you’re good at pretending to be a detective. But you can only say this stuff; again, I’m only tha janitor.”

Dr. Powell stared at Mr. Mune with a determined look, letting his eyes wander in their curiosity.

“Wait… I just realized something. Unless someone fired her and replaced her with you, as was my assumption until now, we never had a janitor. We had a cleaning lady.” said the aging doctor.

“GACK! Uh… er…” stuttered Mune. His very expression denoted a caught rat about to be consumed by his feline assailant.

“Right. And that means, Mune, you were out of place to begin with. Even after ditching your disguise and pretending to be someone else, you were foolish enough to not even TRY to recover your weapon and your wig. You thought we’d never notice, that yours, and unfortunately also Kulman’s, handiwork would cause such a ruckus that no-one would even think to look for small details. You were wrong, and your game is up.”

Mr. Mune was visibly shaken, running his fingers through his hair. Removing the hat and false beard he had been wearing, he revealed himself to be a twenty-something year old man..

“Oh… But she damn well deserved it! After all those years, watching, hoping she would even give a damn about me… From high-school up, she ignored my obvious affection! I thought she was just waiting for me to be straightforward, but when I finally admitted my feelings, she… She…”

“Rejected you. You idiot. You think it was better just to kill her? She was happy with Kulman! And she did return your feelings… She just couldn’t tell you about them because of her relationship with that idiot over there! Had she known about Kulman’s shady ways, she would NEVER had rejected you!” shouted Catherine, obviously infuriated.

“She… She… what? No, you’re lying. She would have never… Never… You….. If you even gave a damn about my feelings, why did you reject me so coldly, Julee! WHY!!!”

He fell to his feet, silently letting himself go into a deep world of realization. The police let Kulman and Codler go, instead taking the bullet from Kulman and taking Mune… Or his real name, Charlton Junith, to receive what would turn out to be a life sentence in prison.

And Jeret? He really did only have the flu. He was released the next day, having solved his very first murder case.

The first of many.

Wyborn · 06-23-2007, 03:31 PM

I suck at these rabble rabble rabble

Mushi · 06-23-2007, 03:40 PM

He fell to his feet?

Nameless Author · 06-23-2007, 04:06 PM

I'm not Frost on these forums, Galefore.

SephirothKirby · 06-24-2007, 03:41 PM

Quote:

He fell to his feet?

**Galefore** · 06-27-2007, 02:02 AM

^ and ^^^: It's a phrase associated with falling to your knees. You're less of a person for questioning it.

Anyway, the new one will appear in a little while. I need to discuss the next murder's possibilities with my "crack" team.

06-22-2007, 04:00 PM	#1
Galefore EXPLOSION GOD OF MUSIC Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Some studio somewhere Gender: Posts: 8,275 Thanks: 1,361 Thanked 826 Times in 535 Posts Blog Entries: 5	Whodunit?! (A VGF whodunit Mystery. Come in and solve it for yourself!) (This is a whodunit. At the end of the story, you get to solve it for yourself and post your findings. As such, me and my team of planners and writers get these things posted every week, I hope, so enjoy solving these little murders. This is the first one, so I hope you find it rather easy. As well, if you would like to help plan/write these mysteries, drop me a PM.) Hospitalization. A Jeret Humphries mystery. By: Galefore Planned by: Galefore, NintendoGod, and Acradius. -------------------------------------------------------- It was cold. As cold as it always was, as it always would be, as it always should be. In such a simplistic little town, it was always cold, and winters were never an exception. To the disdain of many, here was a town where nothing of interest happened, nothing to stir up any commotion. And why should there be? Backwoods towns are never respected for much else than their “rural charm”. And that was Gerewood. Backwoods was not the words, not even boondocks could adequately describe them. Today was quite the breezy December morning, the wind-chill caused a ridge of goose bumps to climb up the locals’ backs, their tired expressions mingling into their dull conversations. Through their jackets and coats, they always lived their trivial days, not once even stopping to enjoy their surroundings or the village’s good points. By this time, this town was taken for granted. Never was it known for much else than normal, everyday life, a village of small populace and smaller recognition. And through all of this, one person enjoyed a smile, a foolish smile that most people frowned at. He was always joyful, bumbling about as some sort of buffoon, yet he was possibly the only saving grace of the village. Jeret Humphries, that’s what he was named. Jeret was considered the strangest of the small town bunch. He walked about greeting his peers, with his trademark grin and his frazzled hair, his slow mind and his nonchalant bumbling. But he was also known for something else. Something that you would never expect from his type. He was known for deductive reasoning. And yet, even through this, he was forgetful, and also rather clumsy. He had worked for a while as a smalltime detective, solving a robbery here and there through what he admitted was pure luck. And even so, he longed to solve the high profile cases that always eluded him, the murders, the arson, and the kidnappings. This was far, far beyond him. So even now, he walked the street, a clumsy smile on his face as he dreamed his fancy little dream. A cough escaped his lips, one he had been battling with for the last week. At this point, he was heading directly for the Gerewood Medical Center. ------------------------------------------------- It was quiet enough, snow-capped buildings abounding as the young lady walked down the street. She desired only to reach her office at the local hospital, a quiet and secluded hospice not far from her house. And that blasted cold was messing around with her like it wanted to hold her back! “Argh! I hate the winters around here! You’d THINK they’d at least have a bus with a heating system to transport me, but that’s asking too much for this hick parade.” said she, named Julee Park. She slowly approached, rubbing her hands together to produce warmth. If only she didn’t have to work these damned night-shifts as a nurse. Nearby, there stood a man. His face was hidden in the dark, but he was there. And he followed her in. --------------------------------------------------- “Say what?” said the bewildered Jeret. “We may have to hold you over. We aren’t quite sure as to your condition yet, and it may be serious.” said Dr. Erwin Powell, an old, graying man with a handlebar moustache and a lively, wild haircut. He seemed to beam a confidence, despite the intimidating scar on his face from an accident of years past. “Wait, why? It’s only a flu, Dr. Powell, and I’m sure I can handle it.” “Son, it seems you may have something more serious. We just need to do a few tests, and you should be released first thing in the morning. Now, get comfortable, you may be here for a while!” Great. I’m here in this little hospital when I could be at home, relaxing. I can’t even sleep in these cold little rooms. Jeret, examining his surroundings, looked about him. His room number was 214. Floor 4. Even if he considered it small, it was a rather large hospital for such a small town. He looked for the windows, noticing that the curtains were completely drawn. He saw a few other details, a small heater/air conditioner unit, a table, a few guest chairs, a sort of hammock like guest bed, and a chase-lounge. It seemed this place was well-equipped for any family to sleep over, but Jeret’s relative probably didn’t even know he was there. He began to doze. After all, he had arrived very late in the evening, and had just gotten settled into his room… “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!” Jeret jerked up, a heavy gasp escaping his throat. He had just heard… A scream? Whoever this was, they seemed to have seen a ghost, or worse yet… “A murder!!! Its Julee, she… She…” Jeret jumped from his bed. At this point, he wasn’t worried as to what the doctors may say and how many nurses may scold him. Someone was dead. And whoever it was… Had been murdered. ---------------------------------------------- There was a gathering of people, looking at Julee’s dismembered body, in the operating room. “This… Is awful.” murmured Dr. Derik Kulman, as he adjusted his glasses and placed them back on his prominent nose. He had been Julee’s current love interest. “Quite… quite so…” spoke Dr. Powell, his scared eyes bowed in reverent respect. “Julee! Julee, no! Julee!” came a bewildered Catherine Iliad, a young lady who had worked at hospital as a nurse, often working alongside Julee herself. “I… I can’t think of anything to say…” mused Dr. Scarlett Codler, the supervisor. She clacked her high heels against the ground as she approached the body to examine it.” “This just isn’t natural.” said Charlie Mune, a janitor of the hospital. His dirty mop of a beard crawled down to his chest as he reverently removed his hat. “No. It’s murder. Call the police, now.” said Jeret. Dr. Powell turned, flustered, but in light of what was happening, said nothing. “They’re on their way. We called them as soon as we found her like this.” said Charlie. Everyone else agreed. It wasn’t long before the police arrived. Dr. Codler approached them. “Rigor has set in. She’s been dead for… At least an hour, judging from the signs present. She‘s been dead since 11 PM.” Inspector Carmul, a large man in his sixties and with a long white trench coat, reached his hands into his pocket and removed a notebook. “Do tell, missy.” he spoke in a heavily southern accent. They looked over at the body. It was a horrid, gruesome scene. There she was, sprawled out across the table, her body cut open as an autopsy. Her bood was spilled all over the operating table, a bloody scalpel and other medical tools found all around her. She had been dissected. There looked to be something removed from inside of her body, as if that had been the purpose. Testimonies were given in an orderly manner. Each suspect, counting only Jeret, most of the patients, the doctors present, and the nurses present, was discounted except for Dr. Kulman, Dr. Powell, Dr. Codler, Mr. Mune, and Ms. Catherine. Dr. Kulman gave his testimony as follows: “I knew Julee. We were great, great friends. I used to go everywhere with her, she was my… Well, we were in a relationship. I would never kill her! I swear! She… She was all I had aside from this hospital, and besides, I was in my office from 9 to 11 PM anyway! Ask Dr. Codler, she‘ll tell you!” Dr. Powell gave a simple statement: “Julee was a kind girl, if not sometimes a little short-tempered. I don’t know who would do that to her, but it wasn’t me. I was with Jeret until 10, but… After 11, only I can confirm my whereabouts, as I was with a comatose patient on room 240.” Catherine, tears streaming down her face, came into the room and stuttered through her testimony. “I… I never expected this to h-happen… J… Julee was my friend. I… Who would do this?! Who?! I was… I was in a room with a patient at the time, room 310, you can ask the lady in there!” Dr. Codler gave quite the testimony: “I… I can only say this. I did not kill her. I will not disclose my whereabouts, as that is top-secret.” And Mr. Mune, cool as a cucumber, sat and spoke: “Well, I was cleanin’ the halls at the time. I heard the screams and came a-runnin’, and poor Julee was all over the place! You know, I heard an interestin’ story…” Mr. Mune went on to tell about a hunting accident in which Dr. Kulman accidentally shot Julee in the stomach. She had let it go as soon as she got out of the hospital, but the bullet had never been removed. In recent years, Kulman had been getting close to Julee, because she had been threatening to sue. As for Dr. Codler, she was Dr. Kulman’s real girlfriend. But it was quite the secret nonetheless. “Dr. Kulman? You an’ Dr. Codler better be headin’ on down to the station fer questioning’. Looks like you’re the prime suspects.” Jeret has heard them all now. He had eavesdropped on every one, a grin spreading across his face. But now, he was examining the body. Well. Looks like… This is open and shut. An open and shut case, indeed. Here’s the scalpel that made these incisions… And that bullet was supposed to be in the stomach, which has been opened… And no bullet. “WAIT! I SWEAR! THERE WAS A PATIENT IN 310 WHILE I WAS IN THERE! I swear! She must have gotten up and left!” shouted a horrified Catherine. "Yeah right, lil' missy, we already checked. Ain't nothin in there but air." “That’s strange. Very strange.” mused Jeret. Waitaminute… There’s something shining over there. He walked over, looking under one of the tables, and found… A bloody knife. Weird. Where the hell did this come from? And why is it covered in blood? I… To his right, he looked inquisitively. There, he saw something very interesting. A… A wig?! Jeret took the two in stride. Looking quite confident, he lifted up and walked in, just as Dr. Codler and Dr. Kulman were being cuffed and Catherine was being questioned further. With a beaming smile, he called “I know who did it.” Pointing to an individual in the room, he called “It was you.” ------------------------------------------------- Whodunit! Alright, in this case, I want to hear your opinion on who the murderer was, how they did it, and motive. If you get the first two right, I will award you with something before revealing the criminal in the conclusion. I plan to make this into a weekly thing, so please, participate and enjoy! Last edited by Galefore; 06-22-2007 at 09:28 PM.

06-23-2007, 03:40 PM	#15
Mushi Derp Join Date: Apr 2006 Location: Looking at you. I can read your mind. Gender: Posts: 6,982 Thanks: 179 Thanked 351 Times in 271 Posts	He fell to his feet? __________________

06-22-2007, 04:14 PM	#2
SephirothKirby Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: Those who criticize our generation forget who raised it. Gender: Posts: 7,213 Thanks: 373 Thanked 760 Times in 447 Posts	No ***ing clue. I wish I wasn't so damned stupid. Etc. Continues whining because I can't get it*

06-22-2007, 04:24 PM	#3
Rainbow Dash been dreamin', i've been waitin' Join Date: Jan 2001 Location: a bomb-ass cloud house bachelorette pad Gender: Posts: 24,398 Thanks: 173 Thanked 1,179 Times in 716 Posts	This doesn't involve VGF characters. I am sad.

06-22-2007, 04:32 PM	#4
Galefore EXPLOSION GOD OF MUSIC Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Some studio somewhere Gender: Posts: 8,275 Thanks: 1,361 Thanked 826 Times in 535 Posts Blog Entries: 5	For crying out loud, solve it anyway! At LEAST take a guess at who it was and how they did it! If you want, I will involve VGF people in some cases (outside of Jeret Humphries), but not ALL of them.

06-22-2007, 04:35 PM	#5
Rainbow Dash been dreamin', i've been waitin' Join Date: Jan 2001 Location: a bomb-ass cloud house bachelorette pad Gender: Posts: 24,398 Thanks: 173 Thanked 1,179 Times in 716 Posts	I don't have time right now. After Sunday.

06-22-2007, 05:02 PM	#6
Totally Kennerson Member Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Falling down all these stairs Gender: Posts: 2,116 Thanks: 340 Thanked 406 Times in 136 Posts Blog Entries: 1	I know for sure it was someone in the hospital.

06-22-2007, 09:00 PM	#8
Galefore EXPLOSION GOD OF MUSIC Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Some studio somewhere Gender: Posts: 8,275 Thanks: 1,361 Thanked 826 Times in 535 Posts Blog Entries: 5	Any other guesses? I won't be revealing the answer until tomorrow, and as such, I won't be telling who is and isn't correct until then either.

06-22-2007, 10:31 PM	#9
Wyborn Zelda Join Date: Jun 2000 Location: All over the place Gender: Posts: 12,388 Thanks: 87 Thanked 469 Times in 281 Posts	All right, I think I might have it down. The scream thing is a red herring, and probably not an intentional one - it wasn't just Mune who heard the screams and came running, it was everybody. Now, we have to look at the alibis. I'll take Kulman at face valu, because I earnestly believe he was just getting his nookie on in his office with Dr. Codler. Powell doesn't have much of an alibi, as the person he was with was apparently comatose. Catherine's got an alibi (it's never the one whose alibi collapses right at the end). Codler was getting her freak on with Kulman so she's cool. Mune hasn't got much of an alibi because he's got no one who can support it, but his is easily checked just by looking at the floors. Chances are, he checks out. Powell's got the weakest alibi so far. The two outstanding pieces of evidence are the knife and the wig. The knife seems to be the murder weapon - the wig is most likely related to why Catherine's alibi fell apart. So here's how I see it going down: Powell takes the comatose woman and places her in room 310 at some point in time - Catherine only mentions being there at eleven, so we'll pretend he does this a few minutes beforehand. The comatose woman is wearing a wig because, well, you're not really going to notice that she's the same woman if Powell and Catherine were the only ones to see her, but the difference will be enough to throw off anybody who happened to just look in the room. Now, the actual murder may take place before or after the movement of the woman in question; we're going to assume before. Powell kills Julee - with the knife - and takes her into the room where she is discovered. He performs an "operation" on the corpse, serving the dual purpose of obscuring the killing wound and providing a red herring by bringing attention to the missing bullet, which is probably either still on him or just thrown away in a garbage can that will not be examined. Time passes while he disposes of the necessary evidence - the heavy gloves he was using, whatever smock he wore to do his work, on and on. Sometime before the alarm is raised (again, it's only mentioned that she was in there at eleven) Catherine leaves, Powell goes into room 310 and retrieves his patient, returning her to room 240 and ditching the wig along the way. He also checks in our boy Jeret at this time. Shortly afterwards, when Jeret is drifting off to sleep, Powell "discovers" the body and raises the alarm, a fact which is lost on everybody else. He leaves, and Mune arrives to "discover" the body, and the alarm is raised again, for reals this time. That's the whole of it. The motive behind it is that, well, nobody likes the idea of a hospital being sued, and it'd be better if the two lover doctors or Catherine went down instead of the whole establishment, so he left trails that could theoretically lead to either group. bows Here's hoping.

06-22-2007, 10:55 PM	#10
Mikhail Gorbachev Senior Member Join Date: Nov 2004 Gender: Posts: 9,659 Thanks: 31 Thanked 89 Times in 71 Posts	^Damn. You (probably) win. I'd thought it was Powell, but I hadn't figured out that the comatose patient was moved.

06-22-2007, 11:54 PM	#11
Nameless Author Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2007 Gender: Posts: 58 Thanks: 0 Thanked 1 Time in 1 Post	Learned something from Galefore that may have slipped by you all. Dr. Kopler = Scarlett Codler Scarlet = Red Cod = Herring Scarlett Codler = Red Herring But, this doesn't mean a thing in the crime, just a little thing I thought I'd point out.

06-23-2007, 03:22 PM	#13
Galefore EXPLOSION GOD OF MUSIC Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Some studio somewhere Gender: Posts: 8,275 Thanks: 1,361 Thanked 826 Times in 535 Posts Blog Entries: 5	(Winner: Frost. Frost came the closest to getting the correct answer, and he only really missed a couple of details. Here’s the rundown.) Mr. Mune looked shocked. Jeret… Had pointed to him?! “You thought you were clever. You came in with a rather good plan to frame EVERYONE, I must say, but in itself it was suspicious that there was no evidence pointing to you in an obvious manner. You knew way too much for your own good, and for that, I believe you slipped up in quite a few areas. You may think you’re witty for sneaking in and hacking up a girl, but you’re wrong.” “Eh, sonny? I’m sorry, I… I have no idea what yer talkin’ about. I am jus’ a lowly janitor, makin’ a livin’ through sweepin’ the halls…” “Somehow, I doubt that. If, by some chance, you’re anything more than some sort of predator, then you are the worst at whatever you do. I know every detail simply…” Jeret held the wig up, smiling in confidence. “…Through this. Do you know what this is?” “Heh heh, sonny, a wig. A nice ‘n too. Someone paid a pretty penny fer it, I betcha…” “I’m sure you did, Mr. Mune. But it’s very obvious how this was utilized. Let’s start from the beginning. First of all, you watched Ms. Julee come in through the entrance, lily following her. At this point, you were likely already in costume, but you did not care who saw you. With you, you had this knife. I assume you engaged her, stabbed her on the spot, and cleaned her blood, taking her to the operating room. In order to frame the doctor, you cut her open, but your inexperience made it look like a normal butchering. It is assumed that after this, you left her alone and went to room 310, removing the patient there and placing her in the room Dr. Powell attended. You were in costume, and as such, you hid the medical records and waited in room 310 for the body to be discovered. What you didn’t expect was that Dr. Kulman discovered it first, doing a real surgery and removing the bullet to hide his own filthy secret. Then, Catherine left you by yourself, screamed, and you quickly donned a janitor outfit and came to the scene of the crime. The problem is, you returned to the scene; you could have easily escaped, but the whole time, you remained here because you needed to recover something: the knife. But, through a stroke of idiocy, you lost your wig as well, and tried to cover it all up by staying and nonchalantly pretending nothing was there.” “Hey, sonny, you’re good at pretending to be a detective. But you can only say this stuff; again, I’m only tha janitor.” Dr. Powell stared at Mr. Mune with a determined look, letting his eyes wander in their curiosity. “Wait… I just realized something. Unless someone fired her and replaced her with you, as was my assumption until now, we never had a janitor. We had a cleaning lady.” said the aging doctor. “GACK! Uh… er…” stuttered Mune. His very expression denoted a caught rat about to be consumed by his feline assailant. “Right. And that means, Mune, you were out of place to begin with. Even after ditching your disguise and pretending to be someone else, you were foolish enough to not even TRY to recover your weapon and your wig. You thought we’d never notice, that yours, and unfortunately also Kulman’s, handiwork would cause such a ruckus that no-one would even think to look for small details. You were wrong, and your game is up.” Mr. Mune was visibly shaken, running his fingers through his hair. Removing the hat and false beard he had been wearing, he revealed himself to be a twenty-something year old man.. “Oh… But she damn well deserved it! After all those years, watching, hoping she would even give a damn about me… From high-school up, she ignored my obvious affection! I thought she was just waiting for me to be straightforward, but when I finally admitted my feelings, she… She…” “Rejected you. You idiot. You think it was better just to kill her? She was happy with Kulman! And she did return your feelings… She just couldn’t tell you about them because of her relationship with that idiot over there! Had she known about Kulman’s shady ways, she would NEVER had rejected you!” shouted Catherine, obviously infuriated. “She… She… what? No, you’re lying. She would have never… Never… You….. If you even gave a damn about my feelings, why did you reject me so coldly, Julee! WHY!!!” He fell to his feet, silently letting himself go into a deep world of realization. The police let Kulman and Codler go, instead taking the bullet from Kulman and taking Mune… Or his real name, Charlton Junith, to receive what would turn out to be a life sentence in prison. And Jeret? He really did only have the flu. He was released the next day, having solved his very first murder case. The first of many.

06-23-2007, 03:31 PM	#14
Wyborn Zelda Join Date: Jun 2000 Location: All over the place Gender: Posts: 12,388 Thanks: 87 Thanked 469 Times in 281 Posts	I suck at these rabble rabble rabble

06-23-2007, 04:06 PM	#16
Nameless Author Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2007 Gender: Posts: 58 Thanks: 0 Thanked 1 Time in 1 Post	I'm not Frost on these forums, Galefore.

06-27-2007, 02:02 AM	#18
Galefore EXPLOSION GOD OF MUSIC Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Some studio somewhere Gender: Posts: 8,275 Thanks: 1,361 Thanked 826 Times in 535 Posts Blog Entries: 5	^ and ^^^: It's a phrase associated with falling to your knees. You're less of a person for questioning it. Anyway, the new one will appear in a little while. I need to discuss the next murder's possibilities with my "crack" team.