The bear's eyes are dead and empty, the corpse inside the fridge slowly rotting... The…

The bear's eyes are dead and empty, the corpse inside the fridge slowly rotting... The power has been cut off.

But where's the filament memory? It's not here...

"Hey, I can't see the off-site copy anywhere..." (Check the shelves again.)

"Someone must have taken it... What does the note say?"

"Okay, Kim. Take him away." (The lieutenant takes the body away -- work alone for the rest of the day.)

Try to remove the dead man's boots again.

Close the door. [Leave.]

Hm, the fridge looks big enough for the corpse...

It's perfect -- big, with a powerful cooling system. Now if you could just plug in the fridge and get the lieutenant to help you...

It's perfect -- big, with a powerful cooling system. Now if you could just get the lieutenant to help you with the body...

Examine one of the ice cream wrappers in there.

A friendly cartoon bear smiles back at you from a glossy cellophane wrapper. It looks nothing like the fridge -- or the decomposing body in it.

The paper still smells of vanilla and chocolate. Even under this stench you can feel it.

A friendly cartoon bear smiles back at you from a glossy cellophane wrapper. It looks nothing like the fridge.

The paper still smells of vanilla and chocolate.

"The fridge is plugged in now. Will you help me with the body, Kim?"

"Of course. I'll take the head, you take the feet..."

"It's not going to be the easiest thing in the world, but we'll manage."

The two of you? Easily.

"Okay, let's do this!" (Clap your hands.)

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. The lieutenant takes a step back to admire your handiwork.

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

You have created an ice bear sarcophagus.

You've definitely earned a drink after this. Perhaps even some pagan rites.

"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."

He means it. He doesn't want to be the Ice Bear Cop.

"Yeah, I'm not proud either, but we did find a fridge."

"As impressive as the fridge is, this is a small victory. Among numerous defeats."

"At least we've stopped the body from decomposing further -- or will have, once you plug the fridge back in. Then you can conduct one more inspection."

Inside the icy realm of the ice bear fridge, the corpse stands slumped, waiting...

"At least we've stopped the body from decomposing further. Now you can conduct another inspection. Under controlled circumstances."

"I think this is a glorious achievement and people need to hear about it."

"No. They do not -- they need to hear about our uneventful, boring, downright conservative murder investigation."

"This isn't police work, Kim. It's art. We're artists and this was our vision."

"If I were an artist, this would certainly not be my vision. I would be much, much more conservative in my work..."

He's right. His work would be much more formal.

"We did our best with the means at our disposal."

"Did we, though?" He sighs. "Okay, maybe we did"

"Behold! We have created an ice bear sarcophagus."

He nods gravely. "Talk of the ice bear sarcophagus must not leave this room."

"Yes. We need to celebrate by performing pagan rites. Let's bring out the mead and set it on fire."

"I knew you would say that! I knew this would lead to drinking..." He shakes his head vigorously. "No. No more. This is paganistic enough -- and it does not leave this room."

"I'm not sure I believe you."

"Of course you don't. Look at that! What have we done? We stuffed a dead body in an ice bear fridge. This does not leave this room."

"Alright, time to freeze the body!"

"Hold on..." The lieutenant inspects the dark interior of the refrigerator. "There's no use if the fridge isn't working. Let's plug it in first and then return here to move the body."

"Of course. I'll take the head, you take the feet..."

"Tell me, who are you, dead man?"

"So what do you think of this fridge, Kim? It looks big enough for two corpses."

"It's certainly an... eccentric choice. But it's more than big enough -- and cold enough. Honestly, it's perfect. All we have to do is plug the fridge back in."

"It's certainly an... eccentric choice. But it is capacious -- and cold enough, too..."

... but the optics on this are awful, he thinks. We need to be as silent as we can.

Your visual confirms: you could fit two more bodies in the ice bear fridge.

"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."

Search the body one more time, thoroughly.

This must be the fridge I was told about. But is it big enough for the corpse?

Try to remove the dead man's boots.

"Kim, this fridge looks perfect for the corpse -- we don't have to ask around anymore."

The lieutenant studies the fridge. "It's an eccentric choice... but it definitely fits the body. Now the only thing left to do is plug the fridge back in."