Carl walked cautiously down the corridor, his footsteps eerily quiet. At a turn in the hallway, he ducked behind a wall, waiting patiently.

After a few minutes, a man emerged from a room, whistling casually. Carl hid himself even more carefully, staying as silent as possible. The man was Norman Erien.

Norman strolled down the corridor, his footfalls gradually fading into silence, indicating that he had gone somewhere.

Once the sound of Norman's steps had completely disappeared, Carl emerged from his hiding spot. He approached the door quietly and opened it silently, slipping inside and closing the door behind him. He looked around. It was a small room. It contained a single bed, a dresser, a table, and a chair - not much else. Knowing he had to work quickly and had limited places to hide if someone stumbled upon him, Carl began searching the room as efficiently as possible. Actually under the bed was the only place he had to hide. He scoured every nook and cranny, checking the drawers, looking under the bed, and thoroughly examining the table and chair. But after around fifteen minutes of careful inspection, Carl came up empty-handed. There was no evidence of anything suspicious.

Disappointed, Carl quietly exited the room, leaving everything exactly as he had found it. He didn't want to raise any red flags in case someone noticed something amiss.

Olivia sat in a chair a few steps ahead of Kalvin's bed, reading the book called"The Tragedy of the Bermuda." Kalvin lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. He glanced at Olivia occasionally. This girl was a complete mystery to him. Who would read about a Bermuda tragedy while travelling to the Bermuda Triangle for an expedition?

Suddenly Kalvin's attention was drawn to the sound of the door opening. He saw Carl entering the room. Olivia put down her book. She was happy to see Carl again. A bright smile lit up her face.

"Hey," Olivia said, standing up and walking towards him. "Hey," Carl replied, hugging her.

"I've got some news," he said, gazing into her eyes.

"Mmm, sounds interesting," she said, smirking as she walked to the table to plug in the kettle to make some tea.

Carl approached Kalvin. "Hey, how are you, buddy?" he asked kindly.

"So much better than last night. I'm used to being in trouble," Kalvin said, smiling gently. He liked Carl's kindness, as the man had a quality that made people trust him easily.

"Do you want some tea, Kalvin?" Olivia asked kindly. Kalvin stared at her with doubt.

"I don't think I'll trust people with food or drinks again," he said calmly.

"I would like to tell you again that I have no desire to poison you. If I wanted you dead, I would've shot you in the face. I'm not a coward to stab you in the back," Olivia said, and Kalvin stared at her with a doubtful expression, while Carl smiled.

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"Kalvin, you can trust her. If you don't, then trust me. We want to find out who did this as much as you do," Carl said, smiling.

Kalvin let out a heavy breath. "It could be anyone," he whispered, worried.

"Yes, but we suspect one person," Olivia said calmly, turning off the kettle. Kalvin sat up on the bed, turning towards Olivia with a curious expression.

"Erien," Olivia whispered as she poured the hot water into the cups.

"Norman? The guy in the kitchen?" Kalvin asked curiously.

"Yeah, he packed your dinner and cooked the meal for all of us," Olivia said, adding sugar to the tea. Kalvin seemed a bit surprised by that information.

"That's suspicious," he whispered to himself, his investigative mind going to work.

"The bad news is, I checked his room completely about 15 minutes ago, and I didn't find anything suspicious," Carl said, looking disappointed.

Olivia brought the tray with the tea and biscuits to the bed, looking at Carl. "Are you sure?" she asked doubtfully.

"Yes, I'm a hundred per cent sure. There was nothing suspicious there," Carl said, and Olivia let out a breath.

"No wonder. A person who's committed a crime would have hidden the clues already. You were too late to search for them - they're probably lying on the ocean bed by now," Kalvin said, grabbing a biscuit.

"So, what now?" Carl asked, looking at Kalvin.

"Do nothing," Kalvin said, taking a sip of his tea.

"Nothing?" Olivia asked curiously.

"Wait until that person makes a move," Kalvin said, sipping his tea.

"It's too risky.He might poison someone again" Olivia complained.

"Then someone needs to keep an eye on him," Kalvin said calmly.

"I can do that, but he can easily poison the food," Carl said.

"I'm going to cook for myself, as I told you before," Kalvin said calmly. Olivia let out a breath.

"Never mind, I'll cook food for you today," Carl said, and Kalvin smiled.

"I can't ask you to do that. It's a lot of trouble," Kalvin said, joking.

"Nah, I'm a good cook. Don't worry. We need to do this secretly, otherwise the person who did this won't make a move again," Carl said thoughtfully.

"Okay, you can use my kitchen. It's very small, though. There's not much there except an oven, a kettle, a blender, and a pan with a cooker. There were some bread, eggs, meat, and cans," Kalvin said, putting the empty tea cup on the tray.

"Being a captain is luxurious, isn't it?" Carl said, and Kalvin smiled.

"Ugh huh," he said, joking.

"Private quarters, own meal, and girls," Carl said teasingly, making Kalvin blush. Olivia rolled her eyes.

Kalvin quickly looked at Olivia, remembering the last incident with the girls.

"Okay, then you two discuss stuff. I'll be back in a few minutes," Olivia said, walking to the door.

"Girl talk made her angry," Carl said, raising his eyebrows and looking at the closed door.

"She's a very different kind of a girl," Kalvin said, teasing Carl. Carl giggled.

"Watched me getting in trouble, huh," Carl said, sipping more tea.

"Do you mind playing cards? I'm bored staying in bed all day," Kalvin asked Carl.

"Okay," Carl said, smiling.

"I'm not good at it, though. It's said you can never win a card game against a soldier," Carl said, joking.

"Because soldiers have played card games over and over getting punished until their backs turn red in their freshman years," Kalvin smiled.

"It's cruel using straps to hit soldiers, aren't they human?" Carl complained.

"I know, but it's just the way it works. They only want tough people to be soldiers, so the training is hard. Only a person with pure intentions chooses to go through all those hard punishments," Kalvin explained taking a card pack out of the drawer next to the bed. There is a foundation for the friendship growing between these two. Can you imagine your boyfriend being a good friend of your enemy? POOR Olivia! But does she care? Who knows!