Hey




I'm already back and brought the 5th part with me * grin *.


But before I let you get in touch with him, I have to say something again quickly.




Well, I kind of think that the 4th part didn't turn out that well. Somehow I noticed it myself while reading through it, but to change it again it was too late * sniff * !!!




Anyway, I can only hope that the 5th will be better * smile * !!!!




But now have fun * wink * !!!!




mysticAngel




P.S.:@Daimao:What I forgot to say; I finally have a title for the FF, but it's not one of you because I just couldn't decide.


@Mystral: Thank you very much for your email * cuddles * !!!




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Sherlock Goku and the Mute House (5)








The black and quiet night ruled over the western capital. The lamps of the shops shone brightly, but they seemed to be drowning in the infinite darkness.Cars drove one by one on the otherwise deserted streets, but their headlights were lost in the dark streets. Most of the residents of this city had withdrawn from their television to watch the evening news or a movie. Nobody thought now that something bad, even terrible, would happen and yet nothing was impossible in this city anymore. Since the incident at the research institute, people here lived in fear and terror. They hardly dared to go out into the street, especially not at night. They followed their old habits, but they only did the bare minimum. Many shops were even temporarily closed. The owners were too afraid of ending up like poor Prof. Hoyer. Drastic security measures had been put in place, but people no longer really trusted anyone. And in this ghostly foggy night something should happen again .......


Two figures scurried into a large front yard.Quietly, very quietly, they went to the front door and opened it with an old pocket trick. They pushed a hairpin into the lock and poked around until the door finally opened. In front of them was the hallway of the huge CC, with a few fancy pictures on the walls, but the intruders didn't seem particularly interested. They also left the sour vase on top of an equally expensive chest of drawers. The first of them, a slightly shorter man, held a flashlight and shone through the adjoining rooms. The second, a taller man, crouched behind the first and looked around, a little anxiously.


"Uh, boss?"


"What is it?", He growled.


"They ......... they don't seem to be there ........."


"And how do you come up with it now?"


"Well .......... everything is so calm ......."


"What else are you supposed to do, eh? It's the middle of the night, you idiot!"


The second man fell silent at his boss's tone and they continued their plan.They crept slowly through the house until they stopped in front of a door on the first floor. The first, shorter man, took the doorknob and pushed it down bit by bit. But the second, who was still clinging to his boss from behind, suddenly lost his balance and he and his boss flew straight into the room with a loud crash. The boss rolled forward and landed with a splash on his back, where he stayed for the moment. His assistant hit the floor on his stomach and began to moan loudly. After a short time the boss got up again and grabbed his assistant by the collar.


"I hope", he snapped with a threatening undertone, "you now have a damn good excuse for what just happened !!!"


"A ..... but B ... B ...... Boss .......... I .........."


"Well? What is it? I'm waiting!"


"I ....... I couldn't .........."


"Oh shut up, you brain amputee!"

With these words he let him fall back to the ground. Then he walked across the room and looked at everything very carefully. From the large bookshelf to the abstract pictures to the valuable computer on the desk.


"It's the wrong room anyway! Come with me!"


His assistant got up because his boss had already walked past him into the hallway. Now they went from room to room and each time it was the wrong one. The boss had ordered his helper to stay outside the door and whenever he came out he cursed:


"So damn shit !!! I'm getting a cramp!"


And finally, the last room on this floor was the right one. Trying not to make a sound, although that was nonsensical because they had taken most of the house apart, he opened the door. Something creaked, but they didn't let it bother them. The moon shone in slightly through the large window in front of them and lit the room so that they didn't need a flashlight.But what they were looking for was in the penumbra on the wall. A monstrous closet with a hard-to-pick lock rose before them. But the boss was not deterred and opened it after about 40 minutes using the same trick as the door. When it clicked, a triumphant smile spread across his face and with a swing he threw open the closet door.


Slips of paper, all kinds of paperwork, pencils, erasers, folders and loose-leaf binders flew towards him and buried him under them. His already ailing patience was now completely at the end. He exploded inside and angrily scooped himself out of the heap.


"They probably haven't heard of order!", He muttered beside himself, "How can you find anything in this chaos ?!"


"Uh, boss?", The assistant interrupted him during his search.


"What's the matter now?" He grumbled back.


"And what if they come back and see the chaos here?"

"You idiot! They won't come back! I'll take care of that and now shut up and let me rest!"


Depressed, he fell silent and watched him search. He literally rummaged through all the paperwork and looked at every single sheet of paper. He crumpled up what wasn't right and occasionally threw it at his companion's head.


"Oh, damn shit! Where is this crazy piece !!!! I'm getting into the crisis! Such a mess, I would never be ......... HA!"


After his long cursing, he held a piece of paper in his hands, which at first glance seemed empty. But there were thousands of thinly written rows of numbers on it. The boss grinned and looked proud of his find. Then he got up and went back into the hall. He just left the chaos. He wasn't in the least bothered by the fact that crumpled sheets of paper were lying all over the floor and that the folders and loose-leaf binders had been thrown across the room.The fact that the pencils were stuck in the wall because he had tossed them around so hard didn't bother him at all. He strutted happily through the corridors. His helper followed him at a distance. Just as happily the boss went through the front door and left it wide open. Then they both scurried smoothly through the alleys and finally disappeared from the city.






"Are you really sure?"


"Hundreds per. It wasn't him. I tell you, Kuririn, he has lost interest in killing."


"But if that's just a trick to fool you."


"I can't imagine."


Sherlock Goku and Kuririn were sitting in the little detective's office and both of them scooped up a ready-made pasta dish for the microwave. As they ate, they pondered, rather they argued about who the research institute's mass murderer had been. Kuririn had figured out that the devil's son, Piccolo, had something to do with it, but Sherlock Goku denied it.He believed in the innocence of the former devil and was not convinced by his friend either.


"Do you know what I think?" Sherlock asked Goku with his mouth full.


"Neeeee !!!! What?"


"I think several have something to do with it. At least two, if not three."


"What makes you think that?"


"I just don't think that someone is that stupid and does it all by himself. First of all, it's too exhausting and secondly, it's kind of stupid."


"What did the guy at the research institute say again? The whole research cellar would have blown up?"


"Mhhhhhmmmmm .........", Goku nodded in agreement.


"But the guy at reception said it was only one. One who came out of the cellar. And there is no exit from the cellar, except for the door through which only the one came."


Kuririn waved his fork in the air and tossed some noodles on the floor.


"And not the trace of fingerprints."he complained further," The case is more difficult than expected.


"But I have the result of the blood test. A positive ......"


"Do you actually know how many people in the city have blood group A positive?", Kuririn interrupted him, "That's over hundreds! And besides, you don't even know whether the perpetrator comes from the city at all. How do you want him there because find. And if there are really several, then good night! "


Kuririn leaned back pouting and staring at the ceiling, twirling his thumbs. Sherlock Goku chewed on his fork and thought hard. Then after a few minutes of silence he said:


"Say, I would like to know what the motive of the whole thing is. What is the point of kidnapping the daughter of probably the most famous professor in the whole city and blowing up half the research institute in broad daylight? Ok, that one Destroy evidence, but the kidnapping really remains a mystery to me ..... "

"Maybe they just want to annoy people. But that would be really stupid. After all, you will end up in jail for murder and kidnapping.", Kuririn spoke up again.


"And that the perpetrator simply stabbed the professor in the institute."


He shook his head and looked quizzically at his friend. This scratched the back of his bald head and frowned.


"That's what I call indiscriminate eradication. The professor was probably in his way and that's why he just got rid of him."


"No, Kuririn! He didn't get rid of him