The Doo
A strange murder has happened. The victim died while sleeping and the room was locked from the inside. It was a very small room with only a tiny window at the corner. The victim wears a green shirt and long baggy jeans. There was no struggle, no bruise, something was off, he was suffocated to death. Formal mystery detective Scooby Doo was standing beside his dead best friend Shaggy. "Rho rwould do rhis?" He thought to himself. Shaggy was poor and so he didn't have much in his small rented room. His room was basically empty except for a bed and a closet and so the local police said that Shaggy was overdoes and he probably chocked himself to death. Scooby did not buy that for one bit, he know Shaggy too well, there was no way he would have chocked on some scooby snacks. There is one skill Scooby has that no one else had and that was his sense of smell. Scooby sniff around the room and soon caught onto a rubbery sense. He followed it to a dumpster nearby. Although the dirty