Mine Your Own Business/Dialogues

***Somewhere in Yozgat…***

Ryan: Thanks babe, you look beautiful, but I have to go back to work now, see ya!

Ryan: Man, what a good day, a chick that finally accepted me as a date! Anyways, let's go back to the office.

Ryan: Wait, why is my GPS saying we're in Riyadh? Isn't this Yozgat?

Ryan: Oh no, please don't tell me…the team left without me?!

Ryan: What should I do now?! All my belongings are on the plane, and that includes my phone and wallet! Do I have to walk alone?

Ryan: I just need to find a way…maybe I can try to cast a magical spell to fly.

Ryan: Nevermind, I forgot the book is also on the plane. I'm doomed!

Akram: Hello, you Ryan Cage?

Ryan: Oh my God! You scared me, dude, who are you? How do you know my name?!

Akram: I is Akram Abiyev from Azerbaijan, I no good English, but I fan of you kickboxing. I happen drive, you look struggle, wanna ride?

Ryan: Yes, please, Akram! If you could, can you take me to Riyadh?

Akram: Yes, I vacation there. Now hop car, Mr. Ryan! Also, I Akram.

***Riyadh, Saudi Arabia…***

Ganika: I swear, this place is too hot! Not even chai could cool me down!

Tashard: I know. But you gotta endure it since we're here for work. A little sun wouldn't hurt.

Tashard: But before I brief you, is everyone present?

Ganika: Chief, I feel like we're missing someone…I see everyone but Ryan. Knowing him, he would shout about his achievements on the plane, but I never heard a single one.

Tashard: Oh no, I forgot about Ryan…

Tashard: If I remember, he asked me for permission to go out, so I allowed him to. When I heard everyone boarding the plane, I assumed he returned already, but he didn't.

Tashard: We don't have to worry, though, I'm sure he'll find a way here. Either way, remember our mission here? We're supposed to solve the death of a renowned diamond magnate in his mine.

Tashard: It sounds like a normal murder investigation, but it isn't. Rumors said the mine has supernatural occurrences, so it's our cue to step in.

Tashard: Ganika, I want you to head to the mine with the detective. Spyro's still absent, but I'm sure you can make it through. And when you start the investigation, don't come back if you have nothing!

## Chapter 1

**Investigate Diamond Mine.**

Ganika: Well, this man's dead alright. There's a pickaxe in his mouth.

Ganika: I checked the database already, the victim's Shareef Zaman. He was quite renowned around Saudi Arabia, being one of the richest men in the country.

Ganika: While we take the body to Alexa, we should take a look around for clues.

Ganika: A wax seal? The symbol here looks fancy, but I can't make out what it is. Let's use the database to find out.

Ganika: Hopefully we could wrap this case quicker than before, I can't stand the weather here!

**Investigate Wax Seal.**

Ganika: So the logo on the wax seal is the Saudi royal family? Are we having another royalty as a suspect?

Ganika: You know what, let's just check the local news about Mr. Zaman and the royal family, maybe we can find a match.

Ganika: Nice, we found it, so recently, the Crown Prince, Abdul Jabar All-Samurai?...God, what a hard name to pronounce, I'll just call him AJS.

Ganika: Prince AJS visited the mine a few hours ago, wanting to thank Mr. Zaman in person for his contribution to increasing the country's GDP by 30%.

Ganika: Well, I think it's time to speak to the Crown Prince himself!

**Meet up with the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia.**

Al-Samarrai: Assalamualaikum, detectives. What is it that you seek one about?

Ganika: Your Royal Highness, we want to ask you a few questions regarding the death of Mr. Shareef Zaman. We heard from the press that you met with him to honor him for his economic contribution.

Al-Samarrai: Yes, Mr. Zaman is an outstanding citizen of Saudi Arabia, who contributes to the growth of the country's market.

Al-Samarrai: He would take one to his office not too far from the palace to discuss business. One thinks the discussion is a waste of time.

Al-Samarrai: Are we done now? One must go to the golf course to play a match with other politicians.

Ganika: Are you serious? A man has died, Your Royal Highness, and you only care about golf?

Al-Samarrai: One has seen many deaths before, particularly executions. One is used to murder and sort of stuff, so don't blame one for not feeling pitiful.

Ganika: Man, the prince gives me snobby vibes. Does he ever feel compassion?

Ganika: Whatever, dealing with royals can be quite hard, but you heard him? He mentions that he often visits Zaman in his office.

Ganika: And that warrants a visit to the office, detective, let's get our legs going!

**Investigate Victim's Office.**

Ganika: I like the aesthetics of this room, detective. The color and the smoothness are satisfying!

Ganika: But we're not here to swoon over the room, but to find clues. It's been minutes, so let's start showing the things we found, starting with yours, detective.

Ganika: Is that a passport? More to be precise, a British passport?

Ganika: There's a picture of a Briton here…I don't know who this is, and the passport's faded too. Let's recover it, detective.

Ganika: Not to mention there's a cellphone right over here. Judging from the diamond casing, it may be the victim's. Seems worth a look.

Ganika: I found a safe around here, and the problem is, I don't know the passcode. Can you help decipher it, detective, you're an expert on this.

Ganika: You will? Thank you so much, detective. Now, can I admire this room a little? You don't mind, right?

**Examine Passport.**

Ganika: The man behind the passport is Sebastian Matnette. I feel like I recognize this person…

Ganika: Yeah, that Sebastian Matnette, he has a notorious reputation in England, being a hired gun who specializes in killing people for money.

Ganika: He has numerous arrest records, but he managed to evade conviction due to unspecified reasons. I heard all of this in the news, detective.

Ganika: I think it's time to ask Mr. Matnette about his purpose in Saudi Arabia!

**Question Sebastian Matnette about his presence in Saudi Arabia.**

Sebastian: State your business.

Ganika: Woah, not a nice way to greet anyone, Mr. Matnette. We're detectives, investigating the death of a famous diamond magnate, Shareef Zaman. We found your passport in his office, care to elaborate?

Sebastian: ...Damnit, I shouldn't have rushed when I sneaked inside.

Sebastian: Yeah, I have a business here, alright. I'm paid to kill Shareef Zaman.

Ganika: So we got a confession? Did you kill him?

Sebastian: Well, no. I prefer using guns or my fists, detectives. They didn't call me the nickname "Silversaw" for nothing.

Ganika: I'm sure that nickname had nothing to do with your modus operandi, Mr. Matnette…

Sebastian: Whatever. My point still stands, I didn't kill him, detective. Someone got into him first.

Ganika: We'll see about that, Mr. Matnette. For now, we're watching you. Don't try doing anything funny. We have connections.

**Examine Cellphone.**

Ganika: Damn, our victim has billions of cash in his pockets, and he still didn't bother to update his phone. Just look at this, it's buggy and outdated.

Ganika: Sorry, detective, let's focus on the main point. There's a notification in the message folder, we should take a look.

Ganika: And all of this is made by the same person all over, a certain Abeda Zaman. Based on the romantic tone, I assume she's his wife.

Ganika: And here comes the hardest part of the job. Gosh, informing relatives about the death of their loved ones is just tragic…I hope I didn't cry on this one.

**Tell Abeda Zaman about her husband's murder.**

Ganika: Ms. Zaman…do you have time? We have to speak with you about your husband, Shareef…

Abeda: My husband? Did he do something wrong? I don't understand…

Ganika: Well, something is wrong, Ms. Zaman. Your husband's been murdered.

Abeda: Murdered?! No!

Abeda: My dear Shareef…who could've done this, detective? Tell me, I need answers NOW!

Ganika: I'm sorry…but we don't know yet. We'll find them soon, don't worry.

Abeda: That's reassuring. You know…Shareef was a good man. I don't know why anyone would've killed him. Is it because of his wealth? I don't know…

Abeda: Please, find the killer, detective. I need some answers, and I can't stand staying here without any answers on who killed my husband!

**Examine Safe.**

Ganika: If Ash sees this, they'll be jealous of your skills in decoding stuff. It's like you could overtake them one time.

Ganika: But inside this safe, there's a weird card. It doesn't look like a badge or a credit card and is more like…something advanced.

Ganika: Ash's the expert when it comes to technology, so let's send this to them!

**Analyze Card.**

Ganika: Ashey! Good to see you again! Still, listening to dark songs as usual?

Ash: Ganika, I told you like one zillion times to stop calling me Ashey!

Ash: You know what, I thought of something better. You can keep calling me that, and I'll call you Dorknika instead.

Ganika: That honestly sounds good, I don't mind!

Ash: That's not the answer I expected. You're quite unpredictable sometimes.

Ash: Moving on to the card, well, you see, it is for cars. It operates as the key to igniting the car engines.

Ganika: What kind of key is that? Is this car that advanced?

Ash: Kinda, but surprisingly, it's common for Saudis to possess the car. It's an exclusive car made in the country, and to drive the car, you need to attend a very lengthy, complex lesson to get a driving license.

Ash: To activate this card, all you need to do is insert your driver's license data and all's done.

Ash: I can tell this card belongs to the killer since I found specks of blood on it. Enno ensured it was the victim's. He found it after using the luminol thingy to find the blood.

Ash: The killer seems sloppy when wiping it, not to mention the fact they tried to hide it with the safe. Suspicious enough, right?

Ash: Sadly since the card circuits are broken, I can't find out who the killer is, but they own a driving license.

Ash: And if you argue about the victim having the possibility of owning one. Well, I probed through the media, and seemingly, Shareef's driver's license has been revoked after he nearly crashed into a crowd of pedestrians.

Ganika: So our killer has a driver's license? Wonder what drove them to think they have a license to kill…

**Autopsy Victim's Body.**

Alexa: Guess money doesn't save you from getting murdered, ain't it?

Ganika: True. Money's the top motive for murder rather than saving them from one.

Alexa: Ironic indeed. I heard your victim attending a podcast before he was murdered, and he said out loud, about how money made him alive.

Alexa: Aside from irony, I'll say the results of the autopsy. Your victim did die from the pickaxe jammed into his mouth. It causes blood to fill his lungs, slowly killing him.

Alexa: I guess your victim "picked" the wrong person to mess with. Haha.

Ganika: …

Alexa: ...When will people start to appreciate my jokes? Jeez, anyways, it's not the only thing, since I also found cardamom, saffron, and rice. Mix these three, and you'll get the dish, kabsa!

Alexa: Your victim didn't eat those, since his stomach is just full of rich people's food. In other words, your killer eats kabsa, detective. They can-

Ganika: Our killer eats kabsa? They can kabsa-ying they're innocent, but the evidence proves them otherwise!

Alexa: And she stole my pun again. I'm like a shadow here…

Ganika: So what do we got here? A diamond magnate has been killed in his mine, with a pickaxe jammed to his mouth.

Ganika: So far nothing supernatural yet, but we got a few suspects. First is the crown prince of Saudi Arabia. He seems cold and uncaring, but he respects the victim for stabilizing the economy.

Ganika: We then got a British hired gun, Sebastian Matnette, who came here to kill Shareef, but claims someone got him first.

Ganika: Lastly there's the victim's wife, Abeda. She's grieving at his loss, but could she have faked it so we would avoid suspicion of her?

Ganika: We just need to find more clues, and-

Viktor: Pardon, detective, may I speak to you a bit?

Ganika: Viktor? It's been a while since we saw you. What happened?

Viktor: I just received a request from one of Shareef's servants. They ostensibly witnessed a spirit floating around Shareef's property, and they require our assistance in getting rid of it!

## Chapter 2

***Somewhere in Syria.***

Ryan: Thank you so much, Akram. Is this Riyadh? It looks…deserted.

Akram: No, is Syria. We on ghost town. My car run out gas. So you walk now. Sorry, Mr. Cage.

Ryan: It's alright, dude. I love you so much platonically for taking me here. But I don't think I can walk, so are there any vehicles I can use?

Akram: Well…I have one. Is a kart, but, you no like theme of it.

Ryan: …So, what's the motif of the kart?

Akram: Is a giant shirtless figure of Esteban Cook.

Ryan: …

Ryan: Goddamnit.

***Back in Riyadh…***

Ganika: Hold on, a spirit on the loose? What are they doing on the victim's property? I thought it is the mine that is cursed.

Viktor: I am not certain myself, Ms. Doshi. But I would gladly accompany you to take care of this spirit. Do you mind that?

Ganika: Sure thing. Let's head to the victim's property once again.

Viktor: Ah, so this is the spirit-ridden sector. Let me just prepare my kit real quick.

Viktor: O' Spirit of the Deceased, come forth amongst the maelstrom, and rise to the world of our perspective!

Spirit: RAAGH! DAMN YOU, HUMANS, HOW DARE YOU SUMMON ME?!

Spirit: YOU'RE ONE OF ZAMAN'S CRONIES, AREN'T YOU?! YOU DESERVE DEATH FOR THE MINE!

Viktor: Not so fast, evil spirit. Behold, the powers of thee, I shall banish the depravity off the face of Earth! Begone!

Spirit: WAAGH! NO! MY JOB IS NOT DONE!

Spirit: NOOOO!

Viktor: And it's gone, detective. Guess this is one of the spirits that hunts the mine. Wonder what did the victim do to cause them to be indignant.

Ganika: Who knows? Perhaps he's been mining their resources or something.

Ganika: But enough speculating, we should investigate outside. I think I saw a car parked outside, and it looked like it hasn't been used for a long time, which means this is the victim's car since his license is revoked.

Ganika: Viktor, you should go back to the office, we'll handle the rest!

**Investigate Victim's Car.**

Ganika: Yeah, this car speaks affluent alright. The inside is dusty, but the outside is polished as ever.

Ganika: Well, we're not car reviewers, so let's focus on the clues, detective. For example, I found this briefcase in the car. We gotta find out if there's anything useful in this, detective.

Ganika: And what about that envelope you're holding? Anything can be a possibility, so maybe we can examine that one too.

Ganika: Is it just me or is this bush over here out of place? Is this a fake bush?

Ganika: For a fake bush, it has a lot of items stored in it. Quick, we gotta rummage it through and collect leads, detective.

**Examine Briefcase.**

Ganika: All the contents here speak chauffeur, and this hat confirms it, detective.

Ganika: There's a tag in the hat, and it says "Husain". No idea who that is, but we could just ask Ash to find out who this Husain is.

Ganika: Let me just dial her number real quick.

Ganika: Hey, Ashey! Could you help us with finding a certain Husain? He works as a driver, but we don't know his full details yet.

Ash: You're lucky I'm willing to help, Dorknika. Because I'd probably hang up when you said Ashey to me.

Ash: But don't worry, my computer's fast, and I found him already. The Husain you're looking for is Husain al-Hallal, and he's a driver who recently got employed by the victim, Shareef Zaman.

Ganika: Thanks, bestie, you're amazing as always.

Ash: We're not besties, Dorknika. Goodbye.

Ganika: Man, they can be hard to socialize, but that's what makes them unique. But focusing on work, we should seek this al-Hallal guy!

Ganika: Oh, and by the way, we should add the driver's license clue on his profile too. I mean, he's a driver after all.

**Find Husain al-Hallal and inquire him about the victim.**

Husain: Assalamualaikum, detectives, may I help you? Or do you want to have a ride?

Ganika: Mr. al-Hallal, we're here to ask you about your employer, Shareef Zaman. We found his body hours ago in his mine.

Husain: Mr. Zaman has been killed?

Husain: I am appalled at this, detective. Ever since he lost his driver's license, he hired me to be his driver instead.

Husain: We don't talk much, but I respect him as my employer. He even treated me kabsa for my hard work.

Husain: But what makes me admire him more is his achievements in the education world.

Ganika: And what about that?

Husain: I have high regard for educated individuals, detective, Shareef was not only a significant entrepreneur, but he also has a bachelor's degree for his work.

Husain: Saudi Arabia has lost one of its greatest visionary, detectives. We shall mourn his death with prayers.

**Examine Envelope.**

Ganika: Ow! I accidentally hurt my fingers when taking the paper out inside.

Ganika: Great, now the paper is stained in blood. At least it's not that much.

Ganika: Wait, I think I saw something under the bloodied paper. There are a bunch of inscriptions! Okay, we need to recover this, it's certainly faded.

**Examine Paper.**

Ganika: You managed to uncover the inscriptions, detective. This is the first time that an accident I caused has revealed something big.

Ganika: Man, this letter is not exactly the thing I expect. It's just bank notes, with a check of…46 million dinars?!

Ganika: Who would give such a check to someone?

Ganika: You're right, we found this in the victim's car. And we know the victim is rich, so it must be him who wired the money.

Ganika: Nicely spotted, detective, I didn't even see the initials in the bank check. It says "S. M."

Ganika: Don't you think it's familiar, detective? This is none other than Sebastian Matnette, the hired gun from Britain.

Ganika: So Shareef tried to bribe Mr. Matnette, huh? That's the only possibility I see for a hired gun's victim to pay their assassin a huge sum of money.

Ganika: Let's bust Mr. Matnette's chops, detective!

**Confront Sebastian Matnette about the bribe given by the victim.**

Sebastian: Oh, you again. Back on accusing me of a crime I didn't commit?

Ganika: We're finding out about it, Mr. Matnette. But during our investigations, we stumbled on this check. Mr. Matnette, did Shareef try to bribe you?

Sebastian: Bribe? Don't make me spit my kabsa out, detectives. That isn't a bribe, that's a pathetic attempt to divert my attention.

Ganika: Care to elaborate on that?

Sebastian: Since you won't believe me about being innocent, I'll just say it.

Sebastian: I confronted that maggot in his home, yes. Of course, he panicked when I told him I'm sent to kill him, so he tried to show me this money.

Sebastian: He wanted to sway my attention to this money, and not just that, he also offered me the cars that he can't use.

Sebastian: What's the point of that when I already got mine, along with the complicated driver's license process. How inadequate.

Sebastian: When that didn't work, he tried to run, but I'm faster.

Sebastian: But unfortunately, the light didn't shine for me this time. My gun jammed at the wrong time, and he successfully fled. And I have claustrophobia, so I can't follow him to the mine.

Ganika: You expect us to believe that story again? No, it doesn't sway our opinion about you, Mr. Matnette. You're nothing but a hired killer, and we'll prove it if you're truly guilty!

**Examine Fake Bush.**

Ganika: Whoever tried to hide things in this bush, is a massive dingbat. How could this be called a bush? It looks so bad!

Ganika: What did you find on this, detective, a hat? Looks like the hat every construction worker or miner wears, probably the latter.

Ganika: You're right, there's a name on it, and it belongs to the victim!

Ganika: The thing that confuses me is the white powder on the hat. I'd say it's dust, but I'm not sure.

Ganika: Let's pick it up with the vacuum, detective. We gotta examine it.

**Examine Hard Hat.**

Ganika: Great work, detective. Let's send this to Enno! He'll know all these sorts of stuff when he isn't crazy!

**Analyze White Powder.**

Enno: Percy, remember what I told you, once the detective is here, we should say…

Enno: Introducing ourselves, the scientific duo! With me, Enno Wiesendanger, and my sidekick, Percy the Platypus! And we are…

Enno: The Wiesen-rangers!

Ganika: That's…a very interesting introduction, but Percy looks so cute with your visor, Enno!

Enno: Why thank you, I made it myself from scratch. But moving to the investigation part, I did examine the sample, and it isn't dust as you claimed, Ganika.

Enno: It's an anti-anxiety medicine, crushed into bits. This medicine is specifically given to those suffering from claustrophobia.

Enno: Your killer suffers from the fear of small spaces, detective!

Ganika: We got a claustrophobic killer? I guess they would fear going to the prison cell too.

Ganika: If we recall correctly, Mr. Matnette mentioned that he can't go to the mine because of his acute claustrophobia. Let's add this to his profile, detective!

Ganika: Detective, I am also wondering, don't you think we should take another look at the mine?

Ganika: It was a bit dark, so I think we might miss a few clues.

Ganika: Another thing, I hope Ryan arrives here quickly, I mean it won't be funny if he reaches Riyadh after we're done with our jobs here.

**Investigate Diamond Cart.**

Ganika: Look at all the diamonds! I'm quite tempted to take one of these…Maybe I can use it as a fine piece of jewelry.

Ganika: Enough distractions, let's return to the investigation.

Ganika: A pile of rocks? That's common in every mine, you know?

Ganika: Ah, you sense something on it. Okay, you can dig it out, detective.

Ganika: Aside from that, I found this video recorder. It has a passcode, but I can assume you could decode it in seconds.

Ganika: Of course, you will. You're a master at it, after all! The killer won't stand a chance with you around, detective!

**Examine Pile of Rocks.**

Ganika: I know it must be tiring to get rid of all the rocks at once, but did you find something?

Ganika: A safety harness? Miners wear this to keep themselves from harm on the mine. But the size of it is too small for an adult to fit, unless…

Ismael: Miss? Did you just find my safety harness? Can you give it back to me?

Ganika: Oh, you scared me, young man- Wait, did you just say this is yours?

Ismael: Yes, Miss. My name is Ismael Sabet, and I work on the mine, it's the boss' order.

Ganika: Detective, I disdain seeing kids doing hard labor such as mining…this is straight cruel!

Ganika: Ismael, stay here, alright? We're going to talk to you about your boss.

**Ask Ismael Sabet about his boss' murder.**

Ganika: Let me make this clear, Ismael, your boss is Shareef Zaman, right?

Ismael: Yes! It's him. He promised to pay me after I finished digging diamonds this time.

Ganika: He can't, Ismael, he's been murdered.

Ismael: M-Murdered?!

Ismael: Detective, I came here to provide my poor family with money. Boss offered to work in his mine for extra cash, so I agreed.

Ganika: But you're too young for this, Ismael, why did you agree?

Ismael: I'm the only one who can provide my family, detectives. Even with hard work, I have to make a living at all costs.

Ismael: But I guess I'm unemployed now with the boss dead…

**Examine Video Recorder.**

Ganika: Nice, you unlocked it very fast. As expected from you, detective.

Ganika: We should send this to Ash since they can lead us to a breakthrough with their intellect.

**Analyze Recording.**

Ash: This damn scummy imbecile and huge son of a-

Ganika: Woah, slow down there, Ash! What made you this infuriated?

Ash: You want to know why I'm pissed? Why don't you take a look at this yourself?!

Shareef: Abeda! Did you forget to cook me dinner once again?!

Abeda: I'm sorry, darling! I was so worried about you not going home at the right time that I forgot to cook you food!

Shareef: Don't you "worry" me, you stupid buffoon! Do you think a stupid pig like you could do something right for once?

Shareef: You're just nothing but a stupid woman! Your mission is to serve me! And you obey me instead of being independent! Understand, swine?

Abeda: Y-yes, darling! I'll obey you until the day I die!

Ganika: I- Did he just abuse his wife?! That son of a-

Ganika: Okay, calm down, Ganika, this is an investigation, take your emotions later.

Ganika: I think we should see Abeda once again about this, she claimed to love her husband before, but this proved otherwise!

**Question Abeda Zaman about her husband's abusive nature.**

Abeda: Detectives, do you want a treat? I cooked kabsa recently, and I would like to share some as a thank you for your work.

Ganika: Thank you for your offer, Ms. Zaman, but we know the truth. You don't have a good relationship with your husband right, considering his abusive behavior towards you.

Abeda: I- Fine, I admit I lied when I said I love my husband. He was evil, just like the Devil himself!

Abeda: Shareef would often beat and berate me if I didn't do the things he liked. He hated me doing my things, detective, he wants to control my entire life.

Abeda: I asked him why he was doing this, but he simply said that I'm just a woman, and he said I don't deserve the same rights as his.

Abeda: Detective, he's not just a terrible husband, but also a major misogynist!

Abeda: He hates the fact that this country has significantly changed, detective. Women can drive now, and I recently got my driver's license, but the first thing he did was throw it to the road!

Abeda: I just…can't stand this anymore! Just please, what should I do now?

Ganika: Ms. Zaman, I'm sorry for what happened to you. But still, we can't protect you if you end up killing your husband. It's by the law, and we can't change that.

Ganika: This case changed my perspective on the victim, detective.

Ganika: He's just a demon who abuses his wife and uses children as miners! I hate people like him around!

Ganika: But no matter how horrible he is, his murder is still unjustifiable, and we have to find the culprit.

Tashard: Detective, I got bad news for you.

Tashard: The murder, it's broadcasted live to the press! They got wind of the case and now our investigation is halted!

## Chapter 3

***Somewhere in Northern Saudi Arabia…***

Ryan: Great, the cart has broken down, and Akram is going on his own, what should I do now?

Ryan: The best option is to walk, but holy cow, the desert is just…scorching.

Ryan: Wait, if I remember, my girl from Turkey happens to be a helicopter pilot, I could call her in!

Ryan: Let's see, I think I have her number, but where is it?

Ryan: Hold on, it's not here?! Don't tell me…

Ryan: I forgot to ask for her number?! F\*ck!

Ryan: At this point, I'll just give up to despair in this desert…

Ryan: Huh, why is this camel approaching me? And why is it licking my arms?

Ryan: Okay, I think it likes me. You know what, let's just use this camel to go to Riyadh, let me hop in!

Ryan: Ow, my groin hurts from the hump! And did this camel just spit on my feet?!

***Back in Riyadh…***

Ganika: The press got wind of the murder? This is indeed bad news!

Tashard: Exactly, you have to hurry up and solve this case before you end up getting interrupted by the press!

Tashard: Head back to the victim's office! And don't mess it up!

**Investigate Desk.**

Ganika: Phew, the press hasn't reached this location yet, that's a relief.

Ganika: As usual, you discovered a clue, this time it's a document folder. Mind checking the thing out?

Ganika: Regarding these broken pieces, could you help restore this? I'm not good when it comes to repairing damaged stuff.

Ganika: And who could forget that package over there? It was left here unopened, and it won't hurt if we take a glance, right?

**Examine Document Folder.**

Ganika: Detective, I think this document is the thing we should seek more than the others. I mean, just look at what it says!

Ganika: "One hereby orders the denunciation of Shareef Zaman to the point of death! One approves this order, may you heed this well."

Ganika: What kind of sicko orders the killing of someone in public? Even if the victim is horrible, this is still injustice!

Ganika: Ah, judging by the authoritarian tone and the usage of "one" to refer to oneself, this is precisely made by the crown prince himself.

Ganika: We have to see the prince again and ask him for this order, detective!

**Grill the crown prince about his death order.**

Ganika: Your Royal Highness, may we have a word about the death order you issued for the victim?

Al-Samarrai: Ah, that. Well…

Al-Samarrai: One simply ordered the death of that filthy rat to save the country. It is a must.

Ganika: Your Royal Highness, no offense but, I doubt killing somebody could save anything, let alone a country.

Al-Samarrai: One believes Mr. Zaman had found a hidden mineral inside the mine, and the bank estimates it'll be worth 1 quadrillion dinars! This could cause inflation!

Al-Samarrai: One nearly spat one's kabsa after hearing the news, so one began to plan to confront the man face-to-face, but one's servants were all dismissed.

Al-Samarrai: One has no choice but to drive, and luckily, one's driver's license is still credible. As one reached there, one made that death order to scare him a bit.

Al-Samarrai: But he wasn't intimidated. Instead, he laughs at one's face and leaves. How dare that cretin talk in that tone to his leader!

Al-Samarrai: Had if one did not have claustrophobia, one would enter the mine and "deal" with him!

Ganika: Your Royal Highness, let's just hope that you didn't kill him, because not even your position would save you from jail time!

**Examine Broken Pieces.**

Ganika: So this is a diamond plaque, it seems like this is the victim's bachelor's degree award. Why is it smashed though?

Ganika: Unless someone is developing a grudge against the victim, but I'm not certain who would smash his bachelor's degree out of all things.

Ganika: You're right, the driver, Husain, admires the victim for his education level and his degree. Maybe he's the one who broke the plaque for unknown reasons.

Ganika: Whether this is true or false, we should speak with him to make sure.

**Ask Husain al-Hallal about the smashed bachelor's degree plaque.**

Ganika: Mr. al-Hallal, do you have any ideas about who broke this plaque? We suspect it may be you, but we could've been wrong.

Husain: You got it correct. I smashed it. That man is a fraud!

Ganika: Fraud? What did the victim do this time?

Husain: I found out that the bachelor's degree he's awarded turned out to be forged!

Husain: And later I learned that he never even graduated from university. He's just a dropout who doesn't know business but happens to rely on luck and got a fortune because of it.

Ganika: Mr. al-Hallal, if we must ask, why do you get so incensed over this? We would understand if the victim swindled you, but it's just about his education.

Husain: Because it's what I am thinking of! I have a principle of honesty, detective. Fraudulent actions are nothing but vile!

Husain: Mr. Zaman should've been a man by revealing his true nature instead of lying like the hornswoggler he was! I have claustrophobia, and I publicly admit it.

Husain: I hope you understand my frustrations, detective. I may be a mere driver, but my morals are in their prime.

Ganika: Mr. al-Hallal, if you killed the victim for his fraudulent actions, instead of having morals, you became immoral instead!

**Examine Package.**

Ganika: There's a lot of dog food on here, but why? There's not a single pet around here!

Ganika: But wait, all of them have names assigned to them. For example, this one says…Ismael?! As in, the boy who works at the mine?!

Ganika: Did the victim treat the miners like dogs? We gotta speak to young Ismael about this!

**Question Ismael Sabet about how the victim treated him and the others.**

Ganika: Ismael, we want to ask you about the dog food given to you and others. Was the victim treating you like an animal?

Ismael: I don't want to speak ill of the dead, but he did, yes.

Ismael: Detective, all the workers on this mine were kids like me! And the truth is, we were all forced to work here.

Ismael: He would give us bogus promises, and then take us all to the mine without consent. He then yelled at us to work or else we won't return home for the rest of our lives.

Ismael: The worst part is, he refuses to pay us any money! We were just laborers for him! And he treats us like dogs by feeding us dog food and forcing us to drink through bowls.

Ismael: It's all because of him that I developed acute claustrophobia, and he didn't even care about my fears!

Ismael: Detective, you don't know the times I want to end things, but I clung on hope, to be free from this place. It seems God has answered my prayers.

Ganika: Gosh, my heart just breaks for you, Ismael. The victim was indeed a monster, but Ismael, I sincerely hope that you didn't take matters into your own hands.

Ganika: Detective, I think I'll just say this: I am glad Shareef's dead. Seriously, what an imbecile!

Ganika: I can't help but feel pity for young Ismael. He's only twelve and Shareef pretty much ruined his life!

Ganika: But even with his, we still have to solve his murder. What do you say if we return to the victim's estate? Maybe check his unused car once again?

**Investigate Car Trunk.**

Ganika: The dust sure stinks, but at least we found a clue.

Ganika: There's a bloodied diamond on the car. I'll just assume it's the victim's blood.

Ganika: Try to take a sample of it and later we'll send it to the lab, detective.

Ganika: But only finding one clue would've been useless right? We have to-

Ryan: Detective! Ganika! There you are!

Ganika: Ryan?! Where the heck have you been?!

Ryan: I got…lost in Turkey. Missed the plane, man, but…well, you see, I'm quite tired after the journey, and…uh…crap, I'm going to collapse…

Ryan: But before I do that…you need a clue…right? Here, have…this…jerry can I've found. I don't know the purpose but…this could've been important.

Ryan: Detective, I…

Ganika: Ryan! Damnit, detective, he collapsed! Let's bring him to Alexa and then examine the jerry can Ryan gave us!

**Examine Diamond.**

Ganika: Great, now off to Enno's lab we go!

**Analyze Blood.**

Enno: I heard Ryan has ventured from Turkey to Saudi Arabia through multiple challenges. I admit, I admire his stamina.

Enno: It motivates me to create a substance that can enhance my stamina for an entire week, so I can swim across the Mediterranean Sea!

Ganika: Uh…good luck, I guess? But can you tell us about the blood before you return to your crazy antics, Enno?

Enno: No worries! This is indeed the victim's blood, but it's not the main point. I found a mixture of jojoba oil, argan oil, and eucalyptus oil with a high amount of linoleic acid.

Enno: This is beard oil, detective. Your killer sports one!

Ganika: Our killer has a beard? Hairy up, detective, we need to catch this bearded killer before they escape our clutches!

**Examine Jerry Can.**

Ganika: I feel bad for Ryan, but sometimes, he's just stupid for getting himself in a situation like this.

Ganika: But I admire him for finding a clue for us despite his situation. What did you find on this jerry can, detective?

Ganika: A bunch of flakes? Okay, I think Enno can handle that.

**Autopsy Flakes.**

Enno: With the right mixture, now I can create the most remarkable eye drops that ever exist in mankind's history!

Ganika: Hey, Enno, are you available right now?

Enno: No! I dropped the wrong chemicals on the eye drops, and now they became lye drops instead!

Ganika: Oops, did I interrupt your work again? Sorry, Enno.

Enno: Yeah, yeah, it's alright, I still got a spare.

Ganika: So, Enno, why are you so focused on cultivating eye drops just now? Is your eye quavering so badly?

Enno: Nah, I am doing that because I'm inspired by the flakes you sent me in!

Enno: Those flakes are skin cells and based on the small drops of sweat from them, I can extract DNA from them.

Enno: I can't give you the full report yet, but your killer certainly has brown eyes!

Ganika: Our killer has brown eyes? Eye see, now we can put the handcuffs faster on them than they can blink!

Ganika: This is the moment of truth, detective. We are going to arrest who killed Shareef Zaman!

Ganika: No time to waste, let's make the arrest, detective!

**Take care of the killer now!**

Ganika: Husain al-Hallal, we got you! I knew there was something evil behind that innocent smile of yours.

Husain: What? Please, lady, slow down! I can't keep up with you.

Ganika: We have all the evidence to prove it was you who killed Shareef Zaman. Please don't make me list everything. It's really hot out here.

Husain: Alright, you got me. That vermin deserved to die. He was forcing those poor kids to work in his stupid mine.

Ganika: It was not your job to determine if he had the right the live. We still have to take you away.

Husain: I don't think you will.

Ganika: Wait, where did he go? He just disappeared!

Ganika: Ugh... what is happening to me?

Ganika: You will let me go, detective. Or I will kill your partner right here, right now!

Ganika: I'm not the good Jinn. But I won't let that money-hungry idiot force those kids suffer. Good day to you!

Ganika: Ugh... what the hell happened?

Ganika: I just can't wrap my head on this, detective, did Husain just possess me?

Viktor: It seems he did, Ms. Doshi. Jinns are like the Arabic equivalent of spirits, they can be relatively destructive too.

Ganika: I'm just glad he didn't pull the trigger, otherwise I wouldn't be here serving the IPS as usual.

Viktor: For now, we have to make plans to handle the cult. It can be challenging, but we will broaden to the right stride, eventually.