*Puff* ... *Puff* A loud noise was heard in the kitchen.

"Looks like there's someone fighting downstairs, and it's making a lot of noise..." Ricardo muttered.

"Yes, we have to leave soon, before the noise wakes someone up..." Taras said, changing her clothes faster, while the noises below continued to get louder.

*Piuuu* A gunshot echoed throughout the ship, waking up everyone in the cabins.

"Taras..." Ricardo murmured, so nervously his legs were shaking.

"Bring dead fish, lying on the blood, I'll keep the boy, when you're done, hide in one of the boxes in the kitchen and don't make a noise no matter what" Taras said, placing the box with the dead man on top of other boxes.

Ricardo followed all the instructions to the letter and waited for what had to happen inside his hideout to happen.

*Puff* ... *Puff* The noises from downstairs just kept growing.

Taras, finished with, boy and ran to turn off the light, to then get into a box, he only mumbled a few words before falling silent: "We are going to spend the whole night here, if you hear the door open, don't move"

*...* The noises finally stopped, but the noise of sailors running through the corridors resounded throughout the ship, it seemed that they were looking for the culprit of the shot.

*clinn*

The door opened, and it seemed that two people had entered the kitchen.

"What the fuck are these fish doing on the ground?" One of the sailors complained.

"Could it be that they fell while people were fighting here, do you notice any marks of shot? Or a gun or weapon?" Asked someone with a voice similar to Dima

"Yes, here are a few knives stained with blood" Said the sailor, pointing to the kitchen table

'Okay, I put the knives with fresh blood on the corpse... Don't fuck with my life, for an idiot, Dima' Taras thought, huddled inside one of the boxes.

"And there's also a bullet mark!" The same sailor said with more confidence after inspecting the table.

'You won't be such an idiot, will you?' Taras thought, with sweat running down his body.

"You are in a kitchen and the boys never clean it, so the knives are logically stained everywhere, and the bullet was from the incident this afternoon" Dima commented.

"But the blood of these fish on the ground is hot" Add later Dima with some cunning

'For God's sake... It's okay not to be an idiot, but don't be smart, old man' Taras thought, savoring the drops of sweat that fell on his head.

"Something happened here recently, but you don't smell gunpowder and there are no new bullet marks either" Dima said even more cunningly.

"So? The door was semi-blocked, I find it hard to believe that the shooter managed to get out of this door with the victim in the middle of a fight," the sailor commented.

'Damn, now the idiot has grown another head to think?' He cursed Taras in his head, controlling his bladder, so he wouldn't piss himself in fear.

"So the answer is quite simple, something different happened here than the fight that caused a gunshot, but why throw the fish on the ground to cover the fresh blood?" Complete, Dima with his hypothesis that there were no shots in the room.

"Could it be, that they didn't want them to realize that this was the scene of the crime? And if so, then the basic deduction is, why hide it with such a trivial method as throwing some fish and not clean up the scene? And not only that, but the only ones who would notice that this crime scene was modified at a glance would be the cooks in the afternoon, so the crime scene would be discovered if so is when the cooks came to work!!". Said the sailor, getting more and more excited.

"Sorry, I couldn't follow you, what's so important about what you said?" Dima asked, somewhat stunned by so much deduction.

"It's very important, Dima" Said the sailor super proud of himself

"If the scene was going to be discovered yes or yes by the cooks in the afternoon, that means that the suspects did not care if their scene was discovered or not, the only thing they wanted was to fool us right now and buy time until afternoon!!". Said the sailor, smiling at Dima.

'A... The... Shit...' Taras thought, trying to contain his tears, he had stained his pants long ago with fear, luckily the sailor's screams covered his noise, he didn't understand how it was that Ricardo had managed not to reveal his position yet.

"Wow, that makes a lot of sense... But why buy time until the afternoon?" Dima asked, somewhat surprised because the fat drunk next to him will turn out to be a natural detective.

"Is there any other reason besides hiding from us in this room? Once the sailors stop looking for the shooting suspect, they could get away with their crime, cleaning up this scene, so the cooks don't find out tomorrow afternoon." . Completed the sailor, the source of his pride.

'No...no...no...no' he repeated in an infinite loop, Taras's mind, which right now no longer worked.

"So the attacker(s) is/are hiding in these boxes and listening to the conversation, right now?" Dima asked, incredulous, how everything made a lot of sense.

"Ha ha ha, Dima, don't you notice? … Now that we think about it, it's even easier to realize that it happened, looking at the scene" Said the sailor, pointing to a trail of blood on the ground.

"It seems that someone put a corpse in one of the boxes and moved it around there" Said the sailor, going towards the boxes in one of the corners of the kitchen.

He opened the box, but there was nothing inside, he kept trying another box...

'....' Taras listening to the boxes having become nervous and passed out on his box.

Finally, the sailor opened a box that had blood stained on the bottom, as if it had been dragged through the pool of blood from the door to here and inside it was Armin's body.

"Don't tell me. Ha ha ha, did you find it?" Dima asked excitedly, seeing that the sailor stopped at one of the boxes, it seemed fun to play detective.

"No, just sins..." Said the sailor, with some sweat on his face, as he closed the box again.