3. chapter 2
Next day we got a call. Our teacher was murdered. She was killed in cold blood. She had a gunshot to the head. She bled out. She felt the entire thing. No sweet loving death for our teacher. We were going to investigate things. I called my class together and we went to the crime scene. The crime scene was a huge mess. My teacher had fought her murderer.
“you go check that corner. Anything called fingerprints and shoeprints and anything other that’s interesting but it in the bag.” I told my classmate.
I went to check the desk she was working on. She was checking other essays. They have nothing else to do. I found some colouring pencils and some pens. I found the papers and her laptop. I opened the laptop and found our first clue.
I am the murderer. You will find me by not understanding
I thought this was a very weird clue. I called my other classmates over and they checked it too. They thought the murderer was something or someone we didn’t understand.
“you go make a suspect list” I told a classmate.
He went straight to it. I walked further through the house until I saw another piece of paper.
You won’t think of me when you make a list. I am a thing.
Another cryptic note. I called my classmate and told her to show it to the one that was making the suspect list. I walked further. Nothing out of the ordinary. I walked back down to the other students.
“well what have we found out yet?”
“well we know it’s something we don’t understand and it’s something that’s a thing so we aren’t looking for a person but a thing”
“well what’s the list so far”
“well I have decided I would write down every assignment we don’t understand and every machine we didn’t understand. Maybe one of those things killed her”
“okay well continue and you three come with me.” I took 3 classmates with me and we went outside.