Memshare: Ice Bear Fridge

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The Ice Bear Fridge

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You see a terrifying ice bear with a strange compartment in its belly. The door is covered in frost and the bear's eyes are glowing red.


Your partner steps forward and cracks open the door. A gust of freezing cold air rushes to greet you. You hear a low grumble, as the bear regulates itself...

You take a peek inside, hand on the holster of your gun.

"Relax, Kim. It's the fridge, remember?"

"Of course. A giant, ice bear shaped fridge..." You relax your hand, your face bathed in the harsh light of the open fridge door. "Just what we were looking for -- let's see what's inside."

The shelves are empty. All you see are crumpled ice cream wrappers with the brand name Revachol Ice City. A handwritten note has been attached to the door. The fridge is huge.

Your partner grins. "This is clearly the fridge. It looks big enough for two corpses."

"It's certainly an... eccentric choice. But it is capacious -- and cold enough, too..." But the optics on this are awful, you think. We need to be as silent as we can. "Shall we go and get the body, then? I'll take the head, you take the feet. The stairs won't be easy, but we'll manage."

He claps his hands. "Okay, let's do this!"

The body is heavier than you expected -- and stinkier. It takes half an hour to get it down to the basement, then ten more minutes to stuff it into the fridge. You take a step back to admire your handiwork.

"Beautiful," you say, wiping your hands in your handkerchief. "A dead body in an ice bear fridge -- this is some of the best police work I've ever done."

"Really? You think it's good work?"

"No. Not really. Look at that! What have we done? We stuffed a dead body in an ice bear fridge. This story does not leave this room."

You mean it. You don't want to be the Ice Bear Cop.