lay dazed on the floor and didn't move an inch. Now the professor was on his own. Gripped in his fear and panic, he let out a loud battle cry and lunged at the criminal. The letter opener flashed. The burglar grabbed it and twisted the professor's hand. The letter opener escaped him and now he had nothing left with which to defend himself.So the professor ran away. He hurried down the long corridors to escape his pursuer, who was chasing him with the letter opener. After a short time, the criminal caught up with him and overwhelmed him. The professor was thrown hard on the floor and lay dazed. His pursuer knelt over him and took the letter opener in his right hand, which he then raised in the air for his next deed.


With each stab, the victim doubled over a little. Blood spurted out of his mouth and more blood spurted out of the wound in the left side of his chest. While the professor was cruelly slaughtered, the killer laughed the whole time. A high-pitched, crazy laugh ran through the air and echoed in every hallway. After a few more stitches, the professor lay motionless. His lifeless body was so covered with blood that it escaped from all possible parts of his body. He was dead.






Police sirens wailed all over the city.All the police streamed out. There had been a scandal. All the people were standing in droves around the one large building. Ambulances were also parked in front of it, carrying at least twenty people with white blankets over their faces from the research institute. A man in his twenties was being taken care of by a doctor and was questioned by a police officer at the same time. There was a thick laceration on his forehead and the blood had run up to his chin.


"Mr. Trunks. You were supervised at the reception today when the power failure occurred. Did you notice anything strange?"


The doctor was cleaning the wound with iodine, and Trunks winced from the burning pain. Then he answered the question:


"No. No, not really. Everything was the same as always. I didn't notice anything."


"Aha! But when the power went out. You heard such a click, didn't you?"


"Yes, the doors have probably been locked."

"And then someone came, snuck through the hallways and then disappeared into the basement. So you, you and the professor, who has now unfortunately passed away, followed him. When he came out again, he knocked you unconscious, Am I correct?"


"Yes! Before that we had heard screams and rumbling from the cellar. After that everything was quiet again. After that we were attacked and I was knocked unconscious. I saw the perpetrator, but I can't remember him."


While Trunks said what he knew, the policeman was busy writing everything down on a small pad. When he couldn't tell him anything more, the policeman disappeared again to get the many people back to their work.




The next morning, the whole city knew about the attack on the research institute. There was a big report in the morning paper and many people had bought them. A man had just taken it to the bakery and while he was waiting for his rolls, which still had to be freshly baked, he read the large article.



"Western Capital Research Institute


Yesterday at around 3:00 p.m., the research institute that we all know was attacked. An important indiez, which helped to solve the case of the kidnapped Bulma Briefs, was stolen. It is assumed that the alleged perpetrator or his companion planned this break-in to cover up the motive. After a power failure, the employees were locked in and ambushed. A total of 28 people died in this crime. Prof. Hoyer, who is well known to us, is also among the dead. Yesterday, on his last day at work, he was cruelly murdered. According to an eyewitness, he probably jumped at the burglar with a letter opener and wanted to prevent him from escaping. But the criminal snatched the letter opener from him, as can be seen from the location of the corpse and that of the letter opener, and stabbed him after a short chase. The professor didn't stand a chance.Shortly after the perpetrator fled, the police arrived and examined the crime scene thoroughly. Unfortunately we are not aware of any details. We can only hope that such a brutal crime does not happen again. We think it is an isolated incident, but it could well be the start of a series of new crimes the city has not seen in over 10 years. Back when the mass murderer and monster Piccolo 1, who was sentenced to 15 years in prison, was up to mischief. Incidentally, his son is committed to peace in the world today. If this is the case and we have to fear again in fear and horror, we sincerely hope that Sherlock Goku, the master detective par excellence, frees us from these drive offenders and madmen again.


Photo: page 4


Pictures: Police station Western capital


WSH newsroom. "




When the man had finished reading the report, the baker came with the freshly baked rolls.He said goodbye and stepped outside into the busy street. The fresh morning air brushed his hair. Individual black strands fell on his face and made him sneeze.


This morning was once again full of surprises and he was off to do his weekly shopping in the supermarket. He didn't know what would happen to him today. But instinct told him that he would soon have another tricky crime to solve.




sequel follows




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At last! The third part is written.


Of course, I hope, as always, that you enjoyed it.




When I will write the 4th part I don't know yet, but here's my oh-so-great condition again:


Two comments for writing on.




Then I'll say:


Until next time, love you all, thank you for reading and for commi writing.



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