Hallooooooo !!!!!




Sorry that it took so long, but I just didn't have the time. School will drive me crazy at some point (no, it already did!). But no worry.


One more week and I will almost entirely devote myself to FF writing.


But now have fun reading it!




mysticAngel




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Sherlock Goku and the Mute House (1)






"As I said, the police won't get very far. The letter has arrived. My visits officially begin tomorrow. After the break-in, investigations were required in heaps. The entire house was searched five times. Not a single lead. The girl, Bulma, stayed continued to disappear. After this robbery she was as if swallowed by the ground. That stinks a lot. The police are groping more than in the dark. My time has come. Sherlock Goku is back and absolutely has to solve this case. The evil criminals have no more chance .I will book them in. Be careful because the party begins ...... "








The sun shone continuously on the western capital. The shards from yesterday's attack still glittered in the light. The rest of the Briefs family had emigrated and taken shelter in a hotel. Far from their property. The shock was still deep because it was clear to her that Bulma had been kidnapped. The sudden loss of their daughter hit them hard, even if she had only been gone a day. But you never knew what bad criminals like those around here would do to their beloved daughter. Although they had full confidence in the police, it was not at all clear whether they would do anything. Fortunately, Sherlock Goku would take on this case. You could rely on him. Yes, he was the master detective. Nothing was too difficult or tricky for him. He was ideally suited for such extraordinary cases, because the letters simply couldn't figure out why the criminal kidnapped her Bulma.It was precisely because of this unusualness that he just had to do it. Because the principle of crime would not be understood by anyone other than him anyway. You just had to trust Sherlock Goku now. Her daughter's life was too important to the letters. He would manage it ..........




As usual, there was the morning racket on the streets of the city. The cars honked loudly and the drivers ruled each other violently in the kilometer-long traffic jam. People went to work or went shopping. They took their children to kindergartens or attended special public school events. Life went on as usual. Same procedure as every day. Loud shouting in the streets that became even louder with the shouting from today's market. The colorful awnings of the restaurants and cafés fluttered in the wind from time to time and people didn't take the chance to buy an ice cream at the many ice cream stands on this beautiful day.


In the city's park, too, people enjoyed nature and let their soul dangle.Some retired to a bench with their newspaper and read the latest news, others listened to the chirping of birds, which made the moment all the more harmonious.


Children wrestled with each other in the streets or went to preschool in a well-behaved manner.


But even on this peaceful day, a person did not take the time to enjoy the warming sun. Purposefully she walked through the overcrowded streets and bumped into a few people here and there. The smells from the restaurants didn't stop them either. She kept going on her way. A chubby little policeman padded behind her. He was sweating tremendously in his uniform and would have been grateful for a cooling refreshment. Now and then people looked up in surprise when the policeman ran past them, out of breath, to catch up with the man in front of them. But after seeing who the policeman belonged to, they went back to their activities ........





Far from the hustle and bustle, there was a small wooden hut in a dark, secluded wood. Hidden under fir trees, you could hardly see them. The grass, too, had grown so high that it was almost impossible to step on. And yet even footprints were drawn across the meadows. Clearly visible through the tall grass. The tracks stopped at the hut. The windows and doors were boarded so that you couldn't look inside. The roof was perforated in some places and even so this little dwelling was in a pitiful condition. The outside of the walls was irregularly covered with moss so that it looked like a large green hill. Actually the perfect hiding place for criminals ......




The inside of the hut was darkened. Only through the individual small cracks the daylight is dull. The result was a play of light that was reinforced by the shadows of the trees, which gently waved back and forth. The rustling could be heard clearly and the chirping of the birds could also be heard loud and clear.

The furnishing of the hut also left a lot to be desired. A rotten table, with four rotten chairs, one on each side, stood in the middle of the only room. There was a cobweb-covered bed in the far corner and the wardrobe next to the bed was missing a door. So you had a clear view of the holes that the rats and mice had already nibbled in the wood. A shelf on the wall was used to store canned food and the stove next to the front door was covered with a thick layer of dust. Only on the floor was there a shiny trail that clearly indicated that someone must have been dragged over there. In a corner between the cobwebs and the wardrobe sat a terrified person. Ankle and wrist cuffs prevented the person from escaping, and a strong adhesive tape over their mouth prevented them from suddenly screaming. Shivering, she pressed herself against the wall and inhaled the musty smell of the furniture.She became slightly dizzy. A fat rat crawled across the floor and squealed loudly. Exhausted, the person closed his eyes. The tears that had formed in her eyes ran down her cheeks. She opened her eyes again. Everything was quiet .......




Suddenly the door was thrown open with a loud crash. The sudden light that flooded into the hut made the person blink and squint. Another person rumbled through the hut with loud steps and shortly afterwards had reached the person crouching on the wall. There were a few drops of blood on the floor, next to the shiny sanding track.


The person on the wall was torn off the adhesive strip with a jerk. After a short aching stab she wanted to scream, but the other person who had recently entered the hut put a hand over her mouth.


"Shut up! A loud noise and you were once !!!! Did we understand each other?!?!"hissed a male voice.


The gagged woman nodded vigorously. The light still flooded into the hut, but she couldn't see who was threatening her because that someone had his back to the door. After a few minutes someone sat down at the table and swore softly. Even more drops of blood spread around the hut.


The person huddled quietly against the wall and began to sip softly. Her turquoise-blue hair fell on her face and her eyes became cloudy.


The person at the table, who was clearly a man, made derogatory remarks. In the meantime a small puddle of blood had already formed from the cut on his hand ........






The policeman and his companion were still rushing across town. The policeman was now completely exhausted. The sweat ran from his forehead in rivulets and his feet hurt like hell. The sun beat down on them mercilessly, sinking their necks.

When they finally got where they wanted to go, the policeman plopped exhausted onto the lawn. His hat slipped off his forehead and his throat felt incredibly dry. What a sip of water he would have given now. First he took off his shoes and socks and brushed his bare feet over the dry grass. His shirt was soaked through and through. He looked at the big house he was sitting in front of and cursed this conceited booby who absolutely had to come back. Just to make yourself important in this CC case.


Meanwhile the other of them walked around the dome-like house to the place where the burglar had smashed the window yesterday. The house looked exactly as it always did. He remembered it just like last time. He lovingly stroked the facade with one of his big hands. The thoughts of the last case around this house that he had to solve came back darkly. At that time, the CC was constantly threatened by a bomber and mass murderer.Afterwards the professor, the dear Dr Briefs, was almost killed. But he had solved the case. That was actually the beginning of his career as a master detective. While he was strolling on in his mind, he suddenly stepped into something hard that shattered into a thousand pieces with a faint crackle. A shard. He stopped and knelt down to examine the individual pieces better. He found exactly what he expected. A shard immediately caught his eye with unusual clarity. He picked it up and looked closely at the liquid on it. He rubbed against her and the crumbly crust that had formed crumbled onto his hand. It was clearly blood. With a smile he got up again and walked with the shard to the panting and puffing policeman. He was still sitting on the floor and sweating like a madman.


"Look! I found something here! Could that be what I suspect?" He asked the police officer and knelt down next to him.

"Show me!" Said the policeman irritably and snatched the shard from his hand that Sherlock Goku had waved back and forth in front of him. He held it up to the light, frowning, and took another deep breath.


"That looks like blood !!!!! Heaven ....."


The policeman gave a short scream and then rolled his eyes in horror.


"What do you have?" Asked Sherlock Goku.


The policeman began to sweat profusely.


"I ....... I ....... can't see ........ blood ......" he gasped. Then he passed out a lot and