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Hey, it ain’t his fault. Turns out, poison cake is his super power. It’s Col. Willcox’s fault for hiring a guy with a poison cake powers. XD
Actuallu, he’s just a typhoid carrier.
You could actually build a pretty horrific super power based off of something like this. You don’t suffer the effects of any diseases or poisons.
No, you aren’t immune to all diseases and poisons …
Yea, when everyone’s playing by a different book of physics it’s kinda hard to bring in universal logic.
Then again you can always dust for prints and search the work area for poison.
Introducing “Who-know-you”: the Super whose fingerprints, iris, retina and blood-type change to those of the penultimate person who looked at the ante penultimate person that the last person he spoke to thought of.
Neither hero nor villain, he just tries to live a normal life, despite both factions trying to recruit him for their own gain, and the government reusing to issue him any ID
Hell, physics … biology … chemistry …
Although, all sciences break down to physics eventually, so I guess your simplification works, too.
It all breaks down to math, sir.
And don’t you dare apply it!
Nah, math is just the language.
Closed room mystery? Get a telepathic.
Sort of like the solution to the Schrodinger’s Cat thought-experiment, in Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency.
Why would Col Willcox lock the doors and windows when he has enemies that can walk through walls and teleport, though?
If he called for help, it would be harder for help to arrive.
These type of mysteries always have a level of disbelief required before you watch/read them. Johnathan Creek had plenty and even the sherlock holmes books had some. (eg: The speckled band featured a snake as a weapon that was kept in a safe till night where it was let out to kill which begged the question how could the snake not have suffocated all that time in the safe)
Crime stories of this kind are generally more about guessing who could had done it then ‘why didn’t x just do that’ It comes down to how much your prepared let by some questionable decsions if it creates a good mystery.
Being cold-blooded, it could survive in a large-enough safe – not sure how large. Animals do hibernate in small caves below snow.
Either that model of safe wasn’t airtight or as snakes are exothermic and it was fairly cold the snake’s metabolic rate was low enough that there was enough oxygen.
Forget how the snake survived in a safe. Figure out how it was controlled by a whistle even though snakes have no ears
They do have ears, actually, just not external ear structures or eardrums. Their inner ears are connected directly to their jawbones.
They mostly use their ears for detecting ground tremors. They might also hear very low-frequency airborne sounds.
In Civili war they are still trying to teach Vision to “use the Door, no mater HOW easy you can go through the wall”.
Locking a door can also be a sign that someone wants to be alone.
Plus do you want to go through walls if there is a danger somebody might be masturbating on the other side?
Depends who is on the other side of the door/wall masturbating. There’s still the part about not being a creeper, though.
Does Bolfman_234 even masturbate? The way he sweats and shakes at the merest hint of an exposed ass cheek, never mind a nipple, you wouldn’t think he ever gets an actual release.
This is a brilliant parody. kinda wished such a sketch was in Top 10 comics just to emphasize just how difficult normal policing methods would be when everyone can defy the logical with superpowers!
I recognize monsieur Hercules Poirot and Kitty Price (shadowcat) but i don’t get the other two references… some help?
*PRYDE, kitty Pryde, typo.
My favorite locked room mystery was the guy who meticulously planned to murder his uncle, escape through the fireplace that he could start once out, including scrubbing it so clean his white outfit wouldn’t get a speck of black on it only to forget to lock the door! :)
I prefer the locked room mystery where the door doesn’t even have a lock! Or a door, come to think of it.
Yeah, the locked room mystery in the middle of an open field. That’s the stuff.
Forgot his parachute?
Ah. I see you’ve visited that room before, sir.
There was one where a fellow did the locked room thing using a deadbolt – but he had enough time to build a wall across a very long room, cutting it in two, hung the door with the deadbolt in place, and finish off the wall after the murder.
Isn’t the chef a poison themed supervillian? That’s just weird man.
A first a poison cake made me think it could have just been Buckaress’ cooking, but then I remembered the kitchen would have been a smouldering crater long before it got that far.
Al the great mystery writers of the Golden Age of Mystery writing all said that the supernatural should be kept out of the story, as once you junk physics, the whole thing becomes a mess. Classic proof.
And how does the Poirot-clone know if the chef is actually responsible? If you acknowledge intangibility, teleportation, and telekinesis, you have to allow mind-control and shape-chnaging. And the telekinetic still could have slipped in the poison. Or a matter-transmuter could have created the poison right in the cake.
And what if the dead man is actually the clone of the identical twin of an actor pretending to be his robot duplicate? The murder victim could have been the real killer all along!
The sad part is he’s a telepath, but has to abstain from using it otherwise every case would be five minutes long and dreadfully boring.
Huh! And I figured it was the butler who did it.
Well, the chef’s surname is Butler…
When you wanna pull a Holmes but criminals this days are just way too stupid.
Yeah, it even goes so far as to notice that the Darwin Awards website keeps getting more & more & more…
I’ve heard of a burglar that robbed a family’s home, but left his jacket behind; it seems his wallet (with ID) in the pocket was left behind…
Also heard of a guy who was running from the cops, but they still caught him; it was nighttime & the perp was wearing those sneakers that light up whenever he took a step…
It’s too bad that general society is getting dumber, but the bright side is that the criminals are getting dumber too.
He assumes that the chef is responsible because he tried to poison the cake but baking a cake that was an affront to the culinary arts isn’t poisoned. The chef is too inept and prideful to admit he didn’t do it.
Colonel Wilcox had a roaring fire in a locked room with an insufficient draft for combustion exhaust.
Colonel Wilcox was killed by the silent, invisible assassin: carbon monoxide.
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