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The Case of the strange invitation
Murdle for February 9, 2026
It was a dreary Monday morning when Logico checked his mailbox and saw a small, fancy envelope addressed to him. Opening the letter, he read its contents:
To My Dearest Logico,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
What I see in my future
Has only been you
Logico probably knew right off the bat who wrote that letter, but he knew he should use logic rather than intuition.
Evidence
- Mayor Honey carried a lightweight item.
- Blond hair was found on a plush poodle.
- Either Mayor Honey had a box of chocolates, or Inspector Irratino was at the park.
- Deductive Logico found this scrambled message: ETH DONCES LLATSTE CTSEUSP AWS ENSE IN A CANYF ÉFAC.
- Traces of coffee were found on the envelope.
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Need a hint?
Logico looked at the back of the letter, which read: P.S. A plush poodle is in the park.
Resolution
It was Inspector Irratino with the fancy bag of coffee at my apartment!
"Bravo, Logico! I knew you could do it." Irratino clapped his hands. He seemed too casual about this.
Logico tried to process this information. Irratino liked him. Irratino, the esoteric Inspector. Irratino, the perfect witness for the perfect detective. Irratino, the stars to Logico's sun. His name echoed in Logico's head, Irratino, Irratino, Irratino, as if some part of his mind was calling out to him, wanting him.
Okay, stop. He had to think logically about this. Inspector Irratino wrote a romatic poem, gifted him some expensive coffee, while right inside of Logico's apartment. There must be some non-romantic rationale behind the Inspector's actions. Surely.
"Though, you haven't given me a response." Irratino said, startling him.
Logico thought. Screw it, Inspector Irratino liked—well, loved—Logico, but that wouldn't change much, would it? They were always together, all the time, and when they weren't, it just made every reunion all the sweeter. They'd do all of the same things, except they could do... other stuff that Logico hesitated to think about.
"Okay." Logico shrugged. Despite his demeanor, Logico was estatic. It wasn't a murder this time around, but it was ten times as thrilling. He looked at the sky, and the clouds almost seemed to clear up.
