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Crumb Trail
The Nose Knows · 8화
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Wide view of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf stands in the middle of the room, chin up and nose tipped up as she sniffs the air, magnifying glass under one arm and faint curls of scent drifting nearby. A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on the cardboard boxes, and a round white cat sleeps in an open box.
Low-angle view of a chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf, holding up a big magnifying glass and flinging her other arm out to point, her coat flaring behind her like a cape as she scowls with conviction while wisps of scent drift around her.
A silent low close-up of the lower half of the chibi girl's oversized mustard-yellow coat, seen from behind. A few soft curls of scent rise from inside one big patch pocket of the coat. No text.
Close-up of a chibi girl in a yellow coat bent down with her nose near a small white mini-fridge, one huge amber eye magnified through the big lens of her magnifying glass, sniffing hard. Wisps of scent drift in the air.
Two stacked panels. Top: a chibi boy in a cat-ear hoodie sips his juice box and points flatly toward the girl's coat pocket. Bottom: the chibi girl in a yellow coat stays nose-down sniffing the floor and waves him off without looking, magnifying glass in hand, a wisp of scent curling from her pocket.
Close view of a chibi girl in a yellow coat leaning over an open cardboard box and thrusting her magnifying glass at a round white cat curled asleep inside, wearing a gold bell collar. Wisps of scent drift near the girl, not the cat.
A silent close-up of a round white cat in a cardboard box with her big dark eyes open, blinking serenely, while a few curls of scent drift right past her box and continue onward. No text.
A chibi girl in a yellow coat, eyes wide with surprise, half-turns and glances over her shoulder as a few curls of scent trail along right behind her, following her from her own coat. A white cat sleeps in a box nearby.
A silent view of a chibi girl in a yellow coat standing still and glancing slowly downward, her magnifying glass drooping, as a clear plume of scent rises from the big pocket of her own coat. No text.
A silent close view of a chibi girl in a yellow coat plunging one hand deep into the big pocket of her own coat, eyes wide with dawning realization, as wisps of scent rise from the pocket around her wrist. No text.
A silent close view of a chibi girl in a yellow coat holding up a single small mandarin orange in both hands and staring at it, deflated, as curls of scent rise from the fruit. No text.
Close-up of a chibi girl in a yellow coat with her chin lifted stubbornly, hugging her magnifying glass to her chest with one arm while holding up a single small mandarin orange in the other hand. Curls of scent rise from the orange.
Wide closing view of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom, matching the opening. A chibi girl in a mustard-yellow coat lies fast asleep on the floor hugging her magnifying glass, a single mandarin orange beside her. A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sits on the cardboard boxes sipping a juice box and looking down at her, and a round white cat sleeps in an open box.
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Wide view of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom. A chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf stands in the middle of the room, chin up and nose tipped up as she sniffs the air, magnifying glass under one arm and faint curls of scent drifting nearby. A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sips a juice box on the cardboard boxes, and a round white cat sleeps in an open box.
Low-angle view of a chibi girl in an oversized mustard-yellow coat and red scarf, holding up a big magnifying glass and flinging her other arm out to point, her coat flaring behind her like a cape as she scowls with conviction while wisps of scent drift around her.
A silent low close-up of the lower half of the chibi girl's oversized mustard-yellow coat, seen from behind. A few soft curls of scent rise from inside one big patch pocket of the coat. No text.
Close-up of a chibi girl in a yellow coat bent down with her nose near a small white mini-fridge, one huge amber eye magnified through the big lens of her magnifying glass, sniffing hard. Wisps of scent drift in the air.
Two stacked panels. Top: a chibi boy in a cat-ear hoodie sips his juice box and points flatly toward the girl's coat pocket. Bottom: the chibi girl in a yellow coat stays nose-down sniffing the floor and waves him off without looking, magnifying glass in hand, a wisp of scent curling from her pocket.
Close view of a chibi girl in a yellow coat leaning over an open cardboard box and thrusting her magnifying glass at a round white cat curled asleep inside, wearing a gold bell collar. Wisps of scent drift near the girl, not the cat.
A silent close-up of a round white cat in a cardboard box with her big dark eyes open, blinking serenely, while a few curls of scent drift right past her box and continue onward. No text.
A chibi girl in a yellow coat, eyes wide with surprise, half-turns and glances over her shoulder as a few curls of scent trail along right behind her, following her from her own coat. A white cat sleeps in a box nearby.
A silent view of a chibi girl in a yellow coat standing still and glancing slowly downward, her magnifying glass drooping, as a clear plume of scent rises from the big pocket of her own coat. No text.
A silent close view of a chibi girl in a yellow coat plunging one hand deep into the big pocket of her own coat, eyes wide with dawning realization, as wisps of scent rise from the pocket around her wrist. No text.
A silent close view of a chibi girl in a yellow coat holding up a single small mandarin orange in both hands and staring at it, deflated, as curls of scent rise from the fruit. No text.
Close-up of a chibi girl in a yellow coat with her chin lifted stubbornly, hugging her magnifying glass to her chest with one arm while holding up a single small mandarin orange in the other hand. Curls of scent rise from the orange.
Wide closing view of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom, matching the opening. A chibi girl in a mustard-yellow coat lies fast asleep on the floor hugging her magnifying glass, a single mandarin orange beside her. A chibi boy in a mint-green cat-ear hoodie sits on the cardboard boxes sipping a juice box and looking down at her, and a round white cat sleeps in an open box.
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← The Shape on the Wall · 7화
텍스트 버전 이 챕터의 글 버전 — 접근성, 스크린 리더, 검색을 위한 거예요.

A sweet citrus smell drifts through the Tiny Case Agency, and Momo is certain a perfumed intruder has slipped in. She sniff-tracks the phantom guest to the mini-fridge, to Biscuit, to the boxes — but the scent follows her wherever she goes, because it is coming from a warm mandarin orange she pocketed days ago and forgot. Ganta points at her coat pocket on page five. She runs right past him, corners the cat, and only cracks the case when she reaches into her own pocket and pulls out the culprit.

1페이지

Page 1. A wide establishing panel of the Tiny Case Agency clubroom — a low wooden desk with a mug of pencils and a green casebook, a stack of cardboard boxes by the window, a battered corkboard, a small white mini-fridge, a folding metal chair and a square window with warm afternoon light. Momo stands in the middle of the room in her too-big mustard-yellow trench coat and dusty-red scarf, chin lifted and nose tipped up, sniffing the air; a few soft curls of scent drift near her, her oversized magnifying glass tucked under one arm. Ganta sits on the boxes with his pale-blue juice box, and Biscuit is curled asleep in an open cardboard box. MOMO: 'Someone has been here. I smell them.'

2페이지

Page 2. A low-angle panel looking up at Momo for maximum tiny drama. She holds her oversized magnifying glass upright in one hand and flings her other tiny arm out to point, her too-big coat flaring behind her like a cape, chin lifted, the theory already fully formed. A few soft curls of scent drift in the air around her. MOMO: 'A guest. Uninvited and perfumed.'

3페이지

Page 3. A silent close panel, low on the floorboards, showing the lower half of Momo's oversized mustard-yellow coat from behind. From inside one big patch pocket of the coat a few soft curls of scent rise into the air — the clue sitting in plain sight while she is turned away, her attention elsewhere. No dialogue.

4페이지

Page 4. A close shot. Momo bends down with her nose near the small white mini-fridge in the corner, sniffing hard and peering through her oversized magnifying glass so one of her huge amber eyes is enormously magnified through the lens. A few curls of scent drift nearby. She is deadly serious. MOMO: 'The trail is sweet. Citrus.'

5페이지

Page 5. Two stacked panels, read top to bottom. Top panel: Ganta sips his pale-blue juice box, glances sideways completely deadpan, and points one stubby hand flatly toward Momo's big coat pocket. GANTA: 'It is your pocket.' Bottom panel: Momo stays nose-down sniffing the floor and waves her free hand dismissively without even looking at him, magnifying glass in her other hand, a curl of scent rising from her pocket. MOMO: 'A pocket is not a suspect. Hush.'

6페이지

Page 6. A close shot. Momo leans over the open cardboard box and thrusts her oversized magnifying glass at the cat inside, eyes narrowed in accusation. Biscuit is curled fast asleep, utterly unbothered, wearing her dusty-pink collar with the little gold bell. The curls of scent drift near Momo, clearly not near the cat. MOMO: 'You smell of oranges, cat.'

7페이지

Page 7. A silent close-up on Biscuit in her open cardboard box. She has opened her big round dark eyes and blinks once, serene and completely unbothered. A few soft curls of scent drift right past her box from the edge of the frame and continue onward — clearly not coming from the cat. No dialogue.

8페이지

Page 8. An eye-level panel. Momo's huge amber eyes go wide with surprise as she half-turns and glances over her shoulder — the scent is following her, a few soft curls trailing along right behind her from her own coat. Biscuit dozes in her box nearby. MOMO: 'It follows me. The culprit is bold.'

9페이지

Page 9. A silent eye-level panel. Momo stands still and glances slowly downward, her magnifying glass drooping in one hand. From the big pocket of her own coat a clear plume of soft scent-curls now rises, unmistakable — the source has been on her the whole time. No dialogue.

10페이지

Page 10. A silent close panel. Eyes wide with dawning realisation, Momo plunges her tiny sleeve-swallowed hand deep into the big pocket of her own coat, reaching for whatever is inside, her magnifying glass tucked under one arm. Soft curls of scent rise from the pocket around her wrist. No dialogue.

11페이지

Page 11. A silent close panel as the theory collapses. Momo holds up a single small mandarin orange — warm orange skin, a tiny stem and one green leaf — in both tiny sleeve-swallowed hands and stares at it in dismay, her huge amber eyes gone flat and deflated. Soft curls of scent rise from the fruit, her magnifying glass tucked under one arm. No dialogue.

12페이지

Page 12. A close panel on Momo refusing to admit she was wrong. She lifts her chin with wounded dignity, hugging her oversized magnifying glass to her chest with one arm while holding up the single small mandarin orange in the other, pretending this was the plan all along. Soft curls of scent still rise from the fruit. MOMO: 'Case closed. The culprit surrendered.'

13페이지

Page 13. A wide closing panel, the same slightly high angle and framing as page 1. The clubroom is quiet again — same desk with the pencil mug and green casebook, same cardboard boxes, same corkboard, mini-fridge, folding chair and square window with warm afternoon light. Momo lies flat out asleep on the floorboards, coat pooled around her, eyes closed in happy curves, hugging her recovered magnifying glass; the single small mandarin orange sits on the boards beside her. Biscuit dozes in her open box, and Ganta sits on the stack of cardboard boxes with his pale-blue juice box, looking down at the sleeping detective and delivering the true verdict now that nobody is awake to argue. GANTA: 'It was in your pocket.'

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