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Part two is a bit earlier now. First of all, I have to thank everyone who read my story and write me clerks. YOU ARE THE BEST!!!!!




But now have fun reading!




mysticAngel




P.S.: The countdown is on! Three more days without a weekend, then it finally means for me: HOLIDAY * indieLuftspringundkreisch * !!!!!!!!!!




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Sherlock Goku and the Mute House (2)






"Yeah! The first clue. Found! Bad luck for the criminal; luck for me! Nobody can escape me! The case has been solved! A few more tests and the blood group is analyzed! As long as I wait for the test result, I will eat something." ........ "






In the research laboratory in the western capital, work was in full swing. The professors and doctors kept flitting quickly down the seemingly endless corridors. The smell of hospital was in the air.Deep down in the cellar one could hear the increasingly louder humming of the machines. The blood was analyzed in a large, white, bare room. Those in charge ran around wildly and operated the machines. A small, plump professor with glasses and already gray hair had placed something under the microscope and was busily studying the material. In a small bowl lay a shard of red, hardened liquid. You could clearly see that some of it had been scraped off. And that was exactly what was under the microscope to carry out a rough examination for the first time. The little professor concentrated on his work and frowned after about two minutes of staring. The bit of sweat that had formed on his forehead now ran down to his temple. He just couldn't see anything in the red crust. He turned away from his device and rubbed his eyes. Then he put his glasses back on, which he had had to take off for his examination.When his eyes got used to the sudden increase in vision again, he saw a very pretty, young doctor walking towards him. Her red, shoulder-length hair swayed slightly up and down with every step, and her smock hung loosely on her shoulders. Her big blue eyes studied the old professor.


"Have you noticed anything yet, Prof. Hoyer?" She asked in a high, squeaky voice.


"No, Ms. Grassers. You can't see anything in the slightest through the microscope. The substance is too thick for that."


"Have you already set the highest magnification?"


"Yes, nothing can be done about that. We'll probably have to split the individual particles."


Prof. Hoyer scratched the back of his head with tired eyes. The work and all the bells and whistles was almost too much for such a project. Today was his last day at work anyway. He had rightly worked hard for a well-deserved retirement.He dropped his arm limp again and looked up at the tall doctor in a daze. She had put her hands in the pockets of her smock, but now she tore one of them out and hit her forehead.


"Professor!", She shouted and the old man winced, "That I didn't think of it sooner! We received a new machine today. A new computer for splitting and analyzing various substances. If I'm not mistaken , we could change the blood type in a minute or two. "


"Is that true? Why didn't anyone tell me about the delivery? And why didn't I know anything about the order?", Prof. Hoyer croaked a bit annoyed.


"Well .......", she hesitated a little, "...... you know ........ On the day we ordered the machine, we received a call from the Post. She told us that the order form had unfortunately been lost and that the order could only be placed with 50 percent certainty.They did not know exactly whether the delivery would be delivered to the correct addressee. So we didn't want to tell you anything about it so that you don't get too upset about the unsuccessful order. But it worked and the machine was already set up in the next room. We can use it right away. "


The professor rushed to the microscope and took the plate with the crust of blood out from under the built-in magnifying glass. Then he followed the young doctor across the large examination room into a small room in which the examination folders were kept. And in the middle of the many cardboard boxes and fully packed shelves was the splendid specimen. A nice, simple computer with a few useful extras. Hoyer walked over to him and gently stroked the panel of the screen with the palm of his hand. The doctor, on the other hand, sat down on the chair in front of the machine and switched the device on. After a few minutes it was fully operational and the professor gave her the platelet with the crust of blood.She pressed a button and a special drive went out for the examinations. Then she put what was to be examined on the extended plate and pushed it back in. After the computer opened the particular program, the scan could begin.


The doctor typed some security codes on the keyboard a few times and then finally released the command for analysis. The computer began to chatter softly and scanned the data on the screen. There you could twist and turn the fabric to look at it from all sides. The professor was amazed, but the doctor remained calm. After exactly a minute the rattling stopped and the computer opened its drive with the material with a low hiss. Then the desired test result flickered on the screen.


"Thanks to the latest technology we made it.", Said the professor proudly, "blood group A positive. Sherlock Goku will be happy ......."





Far from any blood groups and espionage work in a small, remote forest. The little moss-covered hut lay abandoned. Nothing moved or made a sound. Even the forest seemed deserted. A frightening, dead silence fell. Then, without warning, a horrified scream shredded the air. Someone screamed out loud at first, then it got quieter and quieter and then died completely.


Bulma was still sitting intimidated with her back to the wall. It was she who screamed. But the person who had kidnapped her reacted quickly and immediately put a hand over her mouth. Bulma was about to bite into it, but the hand was so tight on her mouth that she couldn't move her lips. She heard the rattling breath and tasted the woolly fibers of cloth. The person opposite stayed calm and listened to the threatening silence. Bulma couldn't see anything. The inside of the hut was in complete darkness.She was still handcuffed and gagged and was shaking like crazy.


After a few minutes he took his hand away and began to swear softly.


"You probably don't have them all anymore !!!! One more peck and I'll erase you earlier than planned !!!!" he shouted in a whisper.


A faint rumbling and scratching told her that this someone had gone to the table and dropped onto one of the rotten chairs. Slowly she slid along the wall to the bed table. A few jags she felt on her arm were perfect for .......


"You stay where you are !!!" it hissed menacingly from the table. Bulma flinched. How did he notice her? She really hadn't made a single sound.


In the meantime HE had reached her again and pulled her up to him. She felt his hot, dangerous breath. Bulma was breathing shallowly and irregularly. She could feel his grin, which in reality crossed his face with confidence.She broke out in a sweat of fear. It ran down her spine as cold as ice. Suddenly she felt two arms cross behind her back. Her head was pressed onto the abductor's shoulder. She heard his cold and mean laugh close to her left ear.


"Hey hey hey ..... who's going to want to get out of here? If you keep going like this, I'll have a surprise for you, which you won't find that great though ....."


Something cold touched Bulma's throat. Definitely a knife. She would have screamed, but something was holding her back. She was speechless.


She was jerked back and hit the wall with a thump. Dazed, she slowly slid down her and finally crouched back on the floor. He went back to the table with quiet steps and pretended that it would be natural to hold someone captive and to torment and fancy them.


Bulma's tears flowed down her cheeks.She wanted to get out of here. And very quickly. Why you of all people? Why did she always get into such trouble? Her otherwise clever ideas did not materialize. Her head was blank. She gave up believing that anyone would ever save her. It was hopeless. Nobody would ever find them. She would die. Here in this shabby hut, in this godforsaken forest.






Prof. Hoyer ran as quickly as his short legs could carry him from the basement to the ground floor. Turn a few more times and walk down some deserted corridors. Then she came into view. The reception. Behind the glass case sat a young trainee with light purple hair and bright blue eyes. His short-sleeved shirt showed his muscular upper arms. When the professor slid to a stop and slammed into a cart full of food, the trainee startled out of his daydreams. He leaned out of the small reception window and looked at the professor. He had picked himself up again and stormed through a small door into the glass case, grabbed the phone and dialed the operator's number.

"Mediation? This is Prof. Hoyer from the research institute speaking. Please give me the number of the master detective Sherlock Goku ....."


"One moment please.", Answered a woman's voice, "We can put you through immediately."


"Then please do that!" Croaked the professor back.


"Just a moment," said the woman's voice again.


"What's going on, Prof. Hoyer?" Asked the trainee while the professor was waiting for the dial tone.


"The blood analysis has been carried out and the result is clear, Mr. Trunks. I will now call Sherlock Goku and tell him the result ..... Ah."


The dial tone could be heard clearly. Shortly afterwards it was