man!" He says and groans.
But now I'm offended.
"It must be bad with me! Well, thank you very much.", I says angrily.
"No, so ..... I ... didn't mean that.", He says, getting lower and lower.
"Oh don't pretend!"
"Oh, it doesn't matter. Let me sleep now!" He demands and turns around.
"You'd like that. I'm going to make holes in you now, and if you don't answer me, I'll steal your hat again. HA !!"
"Oh god, why did you do this to me?" He says annoyed.
"Well ..... you must have heard something about this .... uh .... oh what's his name? .... oh yes ... uh .... Seiji Kattori, or something like that ?! "
"Heiji Hattori!"
"Yes, exactly. He lives here in Osaka too."
"Yes he does. It's in all the newspapers."
"And you know, I think that's totally stupid. They pretend they can solve the most difficult cases and then they can't really do anything. Just so that they get in the papers and even on television.There's one of those in Tokyo too. I think this happens more often now. "
"Aha!" Says the boy laxly, so that I know that he is listening to me.
"A 14-year-old solves a murder case! They probably don't believe that themselves. How old are you anyway?"
"14.", he answers me immediately.
"Well, you see! Could you solve such a case?" I ask.
"Um ..... nope.", He says after a slight hesitation.
"There we have it. No 14-year-old could do that. Besides, his father is the police chief. Everything is clear."
"If you think."
"Of course I mean that. Look, my father is chief inspector and have I already solved a case? No!"
"Your father is chief inspector? In Kansai?"
"Yes, the new one."
"So your butt name is Toyama, right?"
"No Tomaya! But how do you know?"
"Oh ... you know ... I guessed it."
"Oh, your father is also a policeman. That's clear!"
"Yes exactly."
Suddenly I have to yawn and my eyes close. Before I fall asleep, I quickly ask:"What time is it?"
Suddenly a light shines next to me and I see that the person next to me looks at his watch and answers me:
"12:23 AM."
"Well then good night!"

The next morning, at 7, we are woken up by the sister who was there last night. Then she comes to me and says:
"Your mother was there last night and brought your favorite magazine with her."
Immediately I wake up and grab it. When I open it, I read the table of contents and see that there is an article about Heiji Hattori on the first page. I then say:
"This can not be!"
There comes a slight moan from the boy next to me and he asks:
"What?"
"Now this Heiji Hattori is already in my favorite magazine!"
"What?" He says, horrified, and turns back to the other side.
"Yes! That's hard to believe. (* Sigh *) Well, I'll read that through.", I say and turn to the next page.
"There's even a picture!", I realize with astonishment.
"Hmmm!" It only comes from over there.
He doesn't even look that bad.
"There is a profile from him:
Heiji Hattori, 14 years old, Osaka, son of the police chief .....
Oh and it says here that he's in the hospital. Well so what."
Silence.
"Hey are you listening to me?"
Silence again. Well wait, that's enough. I grab his cap and immediately he jumps up and I see his face for the first time. But that... .
"You ... you ... are.", I can only stutter and look alternately at the newspaper and then at him.
"You are .... Heiji Hattori!", I finally manage.
"Yes, and?" He asks in a huff and grabs his cap again.
Oh no, I said what I thought of him in front of him. Oh god how embarrassing!