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Seventh Deduction
[Much to his private horror, Conan had had just woken up with detailed memories of spending the last week as a toddler. He remembered everything.]
Sherlock Holmes often said that when you have eliminated the impossible whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. But in this case it is just too impossible. Think. If a situation doesn't make sense, than either the hypothesis or one of the clues must be faulty. Consider the facts.
Fact. Such things as magic or miracles do not exist. In the hundreds of times I've seen cases involving such superstitious features every single one was proved to be a hoax. Some of them were very convincing, but they were tricks just the same.
Fact. This is a kidnapping case. Kidnapping is a crime. And crimes are committed by humans. An inanimate object such as a building cannot commit a crime.
Fact. The majority of the population here is convinced that the building itself is responsible for the situation. So many people would not come to the same conclusion unless someone, for some reason, had set out to create this belief.
Fact. Since I arriving here I have spoken to creatures who appear to be talking ponies, pink dogs, books and dragons. They move in a manner too naturalistic to be robotic or animatronic in nature. Their range of movement is too great for puppets.
Fact. One of the other victims healed a deep cut that should have taken several weeks to heal in a matter of seconds. With no sign of a scar, such as a wound like that should have left. He never came into direct contact with the injury. I inspected this myself. There is no trick that could accomplish that. One moment I was injured and the next it was as if it had never been there.
Fact. I shrank again. From my memories it seems that I spent the last week as a toddler with no memory of myself or my current situation. More importantly, there was no pain to the change. And it lasted longer than any of the temporary cures have. Does this mean the culprits have access to a variation of that drug? Or is this something unrelated?
But how does all of this fit together? There must be a logical explanation.
[Conan pauses as he finishes writing, and quickly flips over to another page. He quickly scrawls down another question.]
Does anyone remember speaking to me in the last week?
[And with that he leaves his room and heads straight for the gym. Anyone who wants to speak to him today can find him determinedly kicking a ball against the wall as he turns all of these facts over and over in his head.]
Sherlock Holmes often said that when you have eliminated the impossible whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. But in this case it is just too impossible. Think. If a situation doesn't make sense, than either the hypothesis or one of the clues must be faulty. Consider the facts.
Fact. Such things as magic or miracles do not exist. In the hundreds of times I've seen cases involving such superstitious features every single one was proved to be a hoax. Some of them were very convincing, but they were tricks just the same.
Fact. This is a kidnapping case. Kidnapping is a crime. And crimes are committed by humans. An inanimate object such as a building cannot commit a crime.
Fact. The majority of the population here is convinced that the building itself is responsible for the situation. So many people would not come to the same conclusion unless someone, for some reason, had set out to create this belief.
Fact. Since I arriving here I have spoken to creatures who appear to be talking ponies, pink dogs, books and dragons. They move in a manner too naturalistic to be robotic or animatronic in nature. Their range of movement is too great for puppets.
Fact. One of the other victims healed a deep cut that should have taken several weeks to heal in a matter of seconds. With no sign of a scar, such as a wound like that should have left. He never came into direct contact with the injury. I inspected this myself. There is no trick that could accomplish that. One moment I was injured and the next it was as if it had never been there.
Fact. I shrank again. From my memories it seems that I spent the last week as a toddler with no memory of myself or my current situation. More importantly, there was no pain to the change. And it lasted longer than any of the temporary cures have. Does this mean the culprits have access to a variation of that drug? Or is this something unrelated?
But how does all of this fit together? There must be a logical explanation.
[Conan pauses as he finishes writing, and quickly flips over to another page. He quickly scrawls down another question.]
Does anyone remember speaking to me in the last week?
[And with that he leaves his room and heads straight for the gym. Anyone who wants to speak to him today can find him determinedly kicking a ball against the wall as he turns all of these facts over and over in his head.]
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I'd be more worried about who you met during your loss... No one treated you badly, did they?
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[He was willing to admit now that there were some things that happened here that he couldn't explain. Yet. But accepting that everything happened because of magic? Ridiculous. Nothing happened without a motive and a method.]
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