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He did it.....A Mystery Fiction Contest

Thanking BlogAdda and Pringoo for this “A Mystery Fiction Contest”. Story by Mr. Ajay is mind-blowing, and well convolved with suspicions and clues!

As I went through the story and later through my notes, my vision got clearer and clearer. “I.” (The Narrator) was the one who did it! Room had everything reminding all the 5 people:
  1. Beads connecting to religious R.
  2. Scarf from M.’s plot
  3. Cup recalling I.’s plot
  4. Arm-band- Sia’s connection  
  5. Emptied Bejewelled case twisting, but somehow relating the cheater G.
But where was the “Single Yellow Rose”, that I. gifted Lila? And why did I. cleared that the brewed mixed tea was gotten rid of by Lila!?
Yes, this time I. played really hard and went with a direct and strong poison, not the sweet slow one. So, I. or the Narrator is the killer!

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  1. Shankha17 May 2010 at 00:26

    Nice one! I have written it in a new way!

    All the best.

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