Sherlock Sam and the Mysterious Mastermind in Seoul by A.J. Low

Author:A.J. Low
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Epigram Books
Published: 2019-01-27T16:00:00+00:00

We wandered around, looking closely at the food carts and trying not to eat everything in sight. Well, that was mostly me. Mom, Jimmy, Watson and Moran seemed to have their tummies under control. Moran-in-Watson was taking notes of new and interesting items that he would presumably attempt to make once we were back in Singapore. That was yet another reason why I needed to make sure that he was back in his own body soon.

“What do you think she wants us to do, Sherlock?” Jimmy asked, spinning around in circles trying to take everything in.

“I think she might want us to try all the food at the carts, Jimmy,” I answered, making a beeline for the cheese-milk scent of deliciousness. Was that condensed milk that the auntie was dripping into the container? Inquiring minds had to know. “And maybe that famous sandwich shop here, too. I believe it’s called Isaac Toast.”

“I-think-it-might-have-something-to-do-with-that-giant-egg,” Watson-in-Moran said, pointing at a man in a giant egg costume. To be precise, a giant, halved, hard-boiled egg costume. The yolk was where his tummy was. That was...curious. But not as curious as that little baked bread with an actual egg in it. What was that?

“Is that Inspector Lestrade?” Mom asked, squinting at the incredible sight.

“I don’t think so, Mom,” I replied, taking a quick look, still distracted by an entirely different kind of egg. “That person looks too miserable. Also, too obvious to be inconspicuously conspicuous. May I have 10,000 won? I’ll get the cheese thing first, then the little bread with the egg, and the mandoo last. This is just to start, of course.”

“We-must-hasten-to-the-man-in-the-giant-egg-costume,” Watson-in-Moran said.

“What? Why? There’s nothing to indicate that he’s part of Bok Joo’s game, Watson,” I said, inching closer to the cheese. “Oooh, I think that’s tteokbokki with the cheese, Mom! It’s alternating! It’s cheese, tteokbokki, cheese, tteokbokki and cheese again! On a stick!”

“Sam. Really?” Mom said, looking at me with narrowed eyes.

I sighed deeply.

Fine. The cheese-tteokbokki could wait. But I wouldn’t let it wait for me for too long. I promised. Yes, I made a promise to cheese. I took my dairy seriously.

The four of us made our way towards the giant egg person who was attracting a lot of attention—people were starting to form a queue to take a photograph with him. All that did was make him look even more miserable.

As we approached, the egg-man’s eyes suddenly lit up and he dashed towards us, waving a sign that he pulled out from his backpack, which looked like an eggshell. The sign said: “Follow Me, Sherlock Sam.”

Drat. He was part of Bok Joo’s game.

We followed the odd egg-man into a quiet lane where most of the restaurants and shops were still closed. He gestured for us to wait and disappeared into one of the closed shops.

“It was far harder than I had thought it would be to find a giant egg costume,” Bok Joo said, appearing out of thin air from Moran-in-Watson’s single eye once again.

“I’m presuming that there’s a point to what he’s wearing?” I asked.

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