Write a cryptic murder mystery in a small house on a dark and stormy night. Give it a funny end.
system
ek andheri or tufaani raat main ek chote se ghar main ek gupt hatya kaa rahasy likhen.ise ek ajeeb ant den.
user
‘are, yahan ek mrit sharir he, 'debbi ne royaa.
‘um, 'tom ne kaha,‘ kya aap nishchit hai?bijli ke baahar jane ke baad se yahaan pich ke rup main yah kaala he. '
marsia ne kaha, "mazaakia hona band karo, debi, is tarah se goonga saamaan kahana mjedaar nahin he."
teenon yuvakon ne ek pal ke liye andhere main fasaa diya.dagal kahan tha?yah mazedaar nahin he, unhone sochaa, goonga chijen karne ke liye jaise ki mrit hone kaa naatak karnaa.lekin bhagwaan, yah itnaa andhera kyon tha?
itnaa kharaab mausam kyon hona padaa?sochaa debbi.uske haath clami twachaa ke chaaron ore ghoomte the or kuch geela or chipchipa kot mahasoos karte the.
bas us pal main, dagal ne kaha ,, are, har koi kahan he? '
unka khun samuhik rup se thanda ho gaya.dagal unke peeche se phone kar rahe the.to debi ke haath main kya tha?
achaanak, mirch takhne ne debi ke haath se baahar nikalne ke liye majaboor kar diya.
vartmaan main, roshni choti jhopadi main waapas aa gai.thunder or litening ne gadgadaahat kii or baahar ko kaat diya, lekin yah puri tarah se apane naatakeey kyuu se chook gaya tha, uchit prabhaav ke liye bahut der se dikhaai diya.
dagal ne kamare main pravesh kiya, debi ko ek ajanabi ke saath bistar par dekha, or royaa, ‘yahan kya chal rahaa he? '
ajanabi khadaa ho gaya.
‘uh, aap koun hai?’ marsia se poocha.
‘thik he, yah hameshaa bahut ajeeb he, lekin main mrityu hum, jaisaa ki hota he. '
‘lekin aap andhere main kyon lete hue hai, moorkhtapurna sketch shor kar rahe hai?’ tom ne maang kii.
‘main vastav main kabhi nahin jaanata ki is baatcheet main kaise bahes kii jaae, 'unhone kaha,‘ or eemaandaar hone ke liye main thodaa behatar mahasoos karata hum jab aapako mere paas aana padataa he, iske vipareet.'
debi ne uski naak ko kharaab kar diya.‘main vastav main ise pasand karata hum yadi aap adhik samaj bananaa shuru kar dete hai, or jaldi se, kripaya, 'usne kaha, uske vaakya ke ant main ek unmatta prakaar ke vakrokti main peeche hatate hue.
'thik he,' maut ne kaha.‘aaie kehete hai ki aap sabhi ke paas mere yahan hone kii prakriya ke liye kaaphi samay he.kyonki aap mar chuke hai. '' unhone is bit ko jaldi se joda, prathit hota he ki unke purvavarti saathiyon ko yaad kar sakate hai ki unhone kya kaha.
‘mrit?’ dagal ne hanste hue, ‘ham kaise mar sakate hai?’
maut ne asann kamare main mej kii ore ek boni ungali uthaai.'zinga salad,' maut ne kaha.'band tha'.
assistant
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<|user|>
ek andheri or tufaani raat main ek chote se ghar main ek gupt hatya kaa rahasy likhen.ise ek ajeeb ant den.</s>
<|assistant|>
‘are, yahan ek mrit sharir he, 'debbi ne royaa.
‘um, 'tom ne kaha,‘ kya aap nishchit hai?bijli ke baahar jane ke baad se yahaan pich ke rup main yah kaala he. '
marsia ne kaha, "mazaakia hona band karo, debi, is tarah se goonga saamaan kahana mjedaar nahin he."
teenon yuvakon ne ek pal ke liye andhere main fasaa diya.dagal kahan tha?yah mazedaar nahin he, unhone sochaa, goonga chijen karne ke liye jaise ki mrit hone kaa naatak karnaa.lekin bhagwaan, yah itnaa andhera kyon tha?
itnaa kharaab mausam kyon hona padaa?sochaa debbi.uske haath clami twachaa ke chaaron ore ghoomte the or kuch geela or chipchipa kot mahasoos karte the.
bas us pal main, dagal ne kaha ,, are, har koi kahan he? '
unka khun samuhik rup se thanda ho gaya.dagal unke peeche se phone kar rahe the.to debi ke haath main kya tha?
achaanak, mirch takhne ne debi ke haath se baahar nikalne ke liye majaboor kar diya.
vartmaan main, roshni choti jhopadi main waapas aa gai.thunder or litening ne gadgadaahat kii or baahar ko kaat diya, lekin yah puri tarah se apane naatakeey kyuu se chook gaya tha, uchit prabhaav ke liye bahut der se dikhaai diya.
dagal ne kamare main pravesh kiya, debi ko ek ajanabi ke saath bistar par dekha, or royaa, ‘yahan kya chal rahaa he? '
ajanabi khadaa ho gaya.
‘uh, aap koun hai?’ marsia se poocha.
‘thik he, yah hameshaa bahut ajeeb he, lekin main mrityu hum, jaisaa ki hota he. '
‘lekin aap andhere main kyon lete hue hai, moorkhtapurna sketch shor kar rahe hai?’ tom ne maang kii.
‘main vastav main kabhi nahin jaanata ki is baatcheet main kaise bahes kii jaae, 'unhone kaha,‘ or eemaandaar hone ke liye main thodaa behatar mahasoos karata hum jab aapako mere paas aana padataa he, iske vipareet.'
debi ne uski naak ko kharaab kar diya.‘main vastav main ise pasand karata hum yadi aap adhik samaj bananaa shuru kar dete hai, or jaldi se, kripaya, 'usne kaha, uske vaakya ke ant main ek unmatta prakaar ke vakrokti main peeche hatate hue.
'thik he,' maut ne kaha.‘aaie kehete hai ki aap sabhi ke paas mere yahan hone kii prakriya ke liye kaaphi samay he.kyonki aap mar chuke hai. '' unhone is bit ko jaldi se joda, prathit hota he ki unke purvavarti saathiyon ko yaad kar sakate hai ki unhone kya kaha.
‘mrit?’ dagal ne hanste hue, ‘ham kaise mar sakate hai?’
maut ne asann kamare main mej kii ore ek boni ungali uthaai.'zinga salad,' maut ne kaha.'band tha'.</s>
