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Crumb Trail
The Pudding Incident · 第 1 章
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Wide view of a small cluttered clubroom. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat stands on a folding chair with her arms flung wide in front of an open, completely empty mini-fridge, while a chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sits on cardboard boxes drinking a juice box. A small white cat sits on the floor.
Two stacked panels: a close-up inside an empty white mini-fridge with a single small plastic spoon on the bare shelf, and below it a chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sitting on a cardboard box, sipping a juice box with a completely flat expression.
Low-angle view of a chibi girl standing on a folding chair, her oversized mustard-yellow coat flaring behind her, magnifying glass in one hand and the other hand thrust out in an accusing point, scowling.
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Wide view of a small cluttered clubroom. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat stands on a folding chair with her arms flung wide in front of an open, completely empty mini-fridge, while a chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sits on cardboard boxes drinking a juice box. A small white cat sits on the floor.
Two stacked panels: a close-up inside an empty white mini-fridge with a single small plastic spoon on the bare shelf, and below it a chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sitting on a cardboard box, sipping a juice box with a completely flat expression.
Low-angle view of a chibi girl standing on a folding chair, her oversized mustard-yellow coat flaring behind her, magnifying glass in one hand and the other hand thrust out in an accusing point, scowling.

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The Tiny Case Agency's first official case: one pudding cup, purchased and refrigerated by Momo herself, is gone. She has a crumb trail, a prime suspect in a cat-ear hoodie, a paw print, and absolute certainty. Ganta has a juice box and one very short answer. The trail leads somewhere Momo really does not want it to lead.

第 1 页

Page 1. A single wide panel. Late afternoon light comes through a square window into the Tiny Case Agency clubroom — a converted storage room full of cardboard boxes, a low wooden desk with a green notebook and a mug of pencils, a corkboard, and a small white mini-fridge in the corner. The mini-fridge door hangs open. The shelves inside are completely bare. Momo Hoshiya stands on a folding metal chair in front of it, tiny arms flung wide in horror, the hem of her too-big mustard-yellow coat dragging over the seat. Ganta Ueda sits on a stack of boxes nearby, hood up, sipping a pale-blue juice box, entirely unbothered. A small white cat with a grey ear and a pink bell collar watches from the floor. MOMO: "The pudding is gone."

第 2 页

Page 2. Two stacked panels, read top to bottom. Top panel: a close-up inside the open mini-fridge. Cold pale light on a bare white shelf. One small white plastic spoon lies on it. Nothing else at all. Bottom panel: Ganta Ueda sits on a cardboard box, hood up with its little cat ears, eyelids at half-mast, straw in his mouth. He does not look up. GANTA: "You ate it."

第 3 页

Page 3. A single panel, shot from a low angle so the smallest person in the room looks enormous. Momo spins around on the folding chair. Her too-big mustard-yellow coat flares behind her like a cape, her red scarf swings, her cowlick quivers. She holds the magnifying glass high in one hand and stabs the other out in an accusing point. Eyebrows down, mouth a furious little line. MOMO: "Never. I am the detective."

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