Don't Fear the Reaper

Ryu's 350lb carcass straddles the toilet seat much as a King would straddle his throne. Of course, its hard to tell that its Ryu, since he's been shot in the face several times. His liver has been removed in an astounding feat of surgical prowess, and in one hand he holds a snowglobe and in the other a loaded shotgun, making it look sort of like an accident.

But you know its no accident. Still you're loath to approach the body, even though only a forensics expert like yourself can get to the bottom of this mystery.

"AYEEEEAAAAUUUAAGHH!!" screams the furry and passes out cold.

"Damn," Noise Tank says, covering his nose with a handkerchief. "Well, we all gotta go sometime. Still, why did it have to be Ryu? I guess they're right when they say only the good die young."

"Didn't you say we were in some sort of danger?" you say, grabbing the shotgun from Ryu's cold hand, and then kneeling to check the furry for a pulse. She's still alive.

"Oh yeah. Well, the murderor's still in the building, for one thing."

"How do you know?"

"Because..."

1. "I'm the murderor."
2. "The note on the wall saying "I'm still in the building, signed, the Murderor."
3. "I checked the forward story tree."
4. "of your Mom! Ohh, that's right. I just went there."

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