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"HIM"
"THE AUDACITY of that guy to claimed that credit! Ugh! He's so nakakairita na talaga!" my li'l sister slammed the TV remote control on our glass table.
"Gordon was desperate," I stated, smirking. ". . . claiming himself as the culprit is his kind of game changer."
"Pathetic." I added.
"Ugh! I can't take this! I don't want this! Kuya, do something!" she shook my shoulders and gave me her usual annoying stare.
Look, I'm not a dog who was born to follow his master. I'm not a dog in the first place, let alone my sister being my master. I have plans in my mind where this dramatic part of his have been predicted.
"Kuya! Come on! Are you even paying attention?!"
I heaved a long and deep sigh.
Seems like I'll rely on my third measure.
"Stay here and do your thing." I patted her head and went to my room underground.
If ever the word "basement" crossed in your mind as I mentioned my room underground, it's safe to think that you're a shallow thinker with such a low intelligent quotient.
Well, can't blame you. That's how people think.
Anyway, I'm referring to my favorite place: my room.
Room where my plans were born.
A teaspoon of predictions and two cups of preparations. These two are the main ingredients in my every recipe.
Now, all I need is the person whom I will serve his last meal. And that person shall be now knocking at Death's door.
Paano ko magagawa 'yon? Using the method I mastered: disguising.
Disguising is quite exciting, I'll give you that. But it's tiring as well. Given that I know the features and even the small details of the person whom I'll copy, one wrong move and a domino effect of failure will end my laugh.
Failing has never been my option.
"For my final touch . . ." I mimicked his pose and body posture. I smirked as I saw the new personality reflected by the mirror.
I guess Finx is really something. I like his fashion style. Mine is better, though.
Seems like you're slowly getting the picture here. Not boring, isn't it?
I was about to go up when my phone beeped.
From: The Guy Who was Named After Rolling Heavy Ball
Naroon na ho siya.
I hid my phone in my pocket and went up.
Betraying a friend for the money. How could these people are easy to manipulate?
It's not my problem, anyway. And will never be.
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"GORDON, MAY dalaw ka!" the police officer shouted as he unlocked the prison gate.
Yeah. I came here as Finx Agathon Gualberto to solve his oh-so-boring first case that involves his dearest Ninong Gord.
"Finx," Gordon smiled and approached me. I smiled a bit and take my seat. ". . . what brought you here?"
