Mystery Files の小説・ストーリー

I looked down—oversized hoodie, mismatched socks, and my hair barely shoved into a bun that had clearly lost the will to live. “Shut up,” I muttered. “Just show me the damn files.” Maya gave me a look but didn’t argue. She turned her laptop toward me, the glow of the screen casting her face in blue. The folder was already open. Videos. Audio files. Some of them were labeled with dates. Some just numbers. But there were a lot. More than I expected. I sat down slowly, my heart thudding in my throat. Maya clicked on the first one.

“Ms. Stone, did Mia fall? Is she all right?” Miranda knew Mrs. Gibson Sr. must have sent her upstairs. “Please let Grandma know she’s fine. She just knocked the files over.” “Of course.” As Miranda gathered the scattered documents, her eyes caught a few sensitive keywords. Her hand paused over a folder labeled Rare Hematologic Disease Research File. She frowned slightly. Why would this be in Felix’s stack of documents? She hesitated, then untied the string and opened the folder. When she saw the name on the file, her pupils tightened.

"How dare you, Cyrus? I will bury you." Cyrus laughed, "Of course, I know you can do that. It's not impossible for you, but I am going to send you three files that are in high definition. I'm just sending you short clips, not the whole video because they're very long. I want you to see something very interesting." Miriam was still wondering what he was talking about when he hung up. The next thing she saw, she had received three different files. She opened them one after the other and opened her mouth in shock.

Several folders pop up on the screen; all are named with dates, aside from one, which says MILENA. Not touching the file with Milena’s name, Uncle begins downloading and opening the encrypted files. Once the system finishes decrypting, the screen flickers, then explodes with multiple files. Five monitors glow in front of us, each one filled with layers of data: documents, scanned files, letters, security footage, autopsy reports, genome charts, even voice memos. Milena stands up and steps forward, breath catching. I stand too, eyes locking on the first headline that punches across the top screen in bold white text:

" Well, won't you call him back? he sounded really worried over the phone" Now something was surely wrong with her brother, he must be high on something or must have hit his head somewhere, and lost his memory. Did he forget who Goodluck was and was transpired between them, this was indeed a new version of Maxwell. Something was surely wrong. Joy's voice brought them back from their thought. "This is a mystery" Mystery pregnancy! Are you sure you were not raped?

Wow, he walked fast! "Mystique!" Bell suddenly came breathlessly running towards her friend as she caught up with her. "Why did you suddenly run out?" Mystique titled the file from side to side, examining it. "Some man left his file. They seem important" "Let me see" Belle took the file from Mystique and opened it, reading its content. "Yes, it's an important document. Ps Cooperations" Bell read the name written on the file. "Ps Cooperation?, Isn't that like one of the biggest companies?" Mystique said, her eyebrows joining in confusion.

He didn’t know why it was stuck in his head, but it unnerved him. Inside the archives, the air was heavy with dust and mildew. Most files were digitized now, but Halden was old-fashioned, too many secrets had passed through these walls to risk a cloud breach. He found Mila’s file where it had always been thin, curated, and suspiciously clean. Too clean.

Now, this is like two percent of his wealth and assets and taking them definitely has nothing on him. Before we left, I uploaded a small file into the heart of the data tree. Buried beneath directories named after old trade routes and tea varieties. The file name? Relics_Bleed_Too.txt Inside? Nothing. No code. No virus. Just the title. But Antonioni would understand. He would know who had been here. Before sunrise dragged itself over the smog-choked skyline, we were already gone. No alarms triggered. No guards alerted. Only silence. And fear.

A name that was, even now, still a mystery. With a quick series of keystrokes, she bypassed the security encryption, the thrill of the hack familiar, almost comforting. This drive had been relatively easy to access, unlike the one she’d taken from Lorenzo’s study—its encryption was woven with complex coding she hadn’t yet managed to crack. Each flash drive, she suspected, contained separate pieces of the truth, crucial fragments of the same twisted puzzle. She waited, watching as a list of files populated the screen. They were labeled cryptically, no dates, no obvious names, just a sequence of numbers and letters. Her brow furrowed as she scrolled, searching for anything that looked remotely

When he walked outside and closed the door of the control room, that was when I went closer to the core panel of the CCTV. With my shaking fingers, I accessed the main computer, logged on, and browsed it to find the July 18th folder. Soon after, I fought a rising panic inside me as I found the said folder. Inside of it were different time-stamped sub-folders. I clicked to open the hour closed to the time when Drey and I reached the Four Seasons’ Hotel and Resort.