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Fanfic: Das Gesicht der Nacht
Chapter: Chapter 1
Authors: Drakea + Forget-Me-Not
First of all we would like to thank Lillien for the comment. THANKS!
Chapter 1
Er was awake. All of a sudden he woke up. But why? Sleepily he moved to a more comfortable position under the covers and checked the clock. It was five o'clock in the morning. There it was again! Any noise. What was that all about? The telephone rang!!! Who called at this time? With one jump he jumped out of bed and ran to the phone. He picked up the phone. "Mori Detective Agency. Conan Edogawa on the line. How can I help you?" "I need to speak to Mr. Mori urgently!", A voice whispered from the phone. “It's vital!” Conan replied and his curiosity was aroused: “Unfortunately, he's sleeping at the moment. Can I tell him something?” “No!”, The voice whispered from the phone as if from a gun, “I have to see him personally I'll call again! "" Stop! No, wait! I ... "Conan stopped shouting, the man had already hung up."What are you shouting around in the middle of the night? Did you have a nightmare?" Asked a voice from the background. "Ran! There was a man on the phone who wanted to speak to Uncle Kogoro. I told him he was sleeping and then he hung up! I think it was important. He just whispered and sounded very excited." A man, you say? At this time? But he must really have problems! Did he say anything else? "" No, only that he has to speak to him personally and call again. "" So, that's weird! Well, it's not worth waking Dad until he's awake ... So go back to bed, we'll tell him about it tomorrow. "" OK: "Conan slowly went back into the bedroom. He had known that something was going to happen. The call bothered him. He knew something was wrong. Maybe the man wouldn't call again at all. Something told him that it would be too late tomorrow ... - But one would see.It was eight o'clock when he heard the sound. The dog barked. The dog barked? Which dog We don't have a dog! Amazed and surprised, Conan noticed that he was slowly waking up. What's going on out there? A dog, why was there a dog barking? Nobody in the whole house had a dog - Uncle Kogoro had made sure of that when he rented the apartment. That meant ... All of a sudden he was awake! A customer ?!
The man was on the road again. Only this time he was alone. He had taken the boy to a safe place - as he had promised him. Now all he had to do was do the rest ... It was time ...
Aat the other end of town a sad little Chinese sat in his chair and read a book.
[b]The hotel in the city center had just opened, the rooms had just been renovated and the smell of paint hadn't gone away. The taxi that stopped in front of the hotel looked old and shabby by comparison.When the roughly 50-year-old, elegantly dressed man in a long black coat got out, a light drizzle set in. “Welcome to the Kyoto Hotel, sir.” The doorman opened the door neatly. The gentleman strode slowly into the lobby of the hotel. At the reception he was given the keys to the best suite in town without hesitation or inquiry. “We are always happy to see you here, sir.” The receptionist did his best to appear friendly. He had only been employed a few days and wanted to make a good impression. But the man didn't respond to what he said. The receptionist was surprised to find that he was annoyed about it. 'If that bothers me on the first day, how am I supposed to work in this job the rest of the time? 'he wondered as he looked after the man and noticed that he was taking the stairs instead of the elevator, even though the suite was on the thirteenth floor. 'Strange fellow,' he thought to himself before turning to the guest who was just coming in through the glass door.[b]It was already noon. Conan had missed the man Kogoro Mori had had as a customer, or he had just seen him leave. But it wasn't important either, the man had just lost his hat and wanted Mori to find it again. Conan had to grin when he thought about how excited Kogoro had been to be tasked with something so silly. He had gone crazy and screamed like a madman, but then he had accepted the assignment. Because the man paid well and some bills were open (and because the sake was slowly running out). Conan grinned like a honey cake horse.
While the man hurried up the stairs to the 13th floor, he thought about it. How much time did he have left? Probably not very much anymore. They had gotten too close to him. But he still had one trump card up his sleeve. He smiled. You would see.
Finally he had reached his suite. The best in the whole house.It took up the entire thirteenth floor. A little out of breath he opened the door with his electronic key card and stepped inside. He threw his things on the bed and approached the picture window. The view was breathtaking despite the rain. For him, Tokyo was the most beautiful city in the world. Marunouchi, the area in which the hotel was located, housed everything that was needed for him. He turned and went into the bathroom. There he let water in the bathtub. Then he went back to the bedroom, where he slowly took off his clothes. But he couldn't get any further than his shirt. Because suddenly he heard a noise. It was one of those noises that a person in no danger would not have noticed. The man knew immediately that he was not alone in the room. "I knew you would come," he said without turning around. He got no answer, so he turned to his enemies after all. "You ...?" He gasped as he staggered backwards.He hadn't expected one of the people standing in front of him. "You ...?" He had reached the window front and couldn't go back any further. "Yes, I ..." The person grinned as they raised their left hand, which had a revolver in it. "Thank you very much. You have been of great help to us. Goodbye and give my best to hell."
The window shattered when the shirtless 50-year-old man fell through after the shot. For thirteen stories he could comfort himself with the knowledge that they would soon see justice. Then it hit the ground.
First of all we would like to thank Lillien for the comment. THANKS!
Chapter 1
Er was awake. All of a sudden he woke up. But why? Sleepily he moved to a more comfortable position under the covers and checked the clock. It was five o'clock in the morning. There it was again! Any noise. What was that all about? The telephone rang!!! Who called at this time? With one jump he jumped out of bed and ran to the phone. He picked up the phone. "Mori Detective Agency. Conan Edogawa on the line. How can I help you?" "I need to speak to Mr. Mori urgently!", A voice whispered from the phone. “It's vital!” Conan replied and his curiosity was aroused: “Unfortunately, he's sleeping at the moment. Can I tell him something?” “No!”, The voice whispered from the phone as if from a gun, “I have to see him personally I'll call again! "" Stop! No, wait! I ... "Conan stopped shouting, the man had already hung up."What are you shouting around in the middle of the night? Did you have a nightmare?" Asked a voice from the background. "Ran! There was a man on the phone who wanted to speak to Uncle Kogoro. I told him he was sleeping and then he hung up! I think it was important. He just whispered and sounded very excited." A man, you say? At this time? But he must really have problems! Did he say anything else? "" No, only that he has to speak to him personally and call again. "" So, that's weird! Well, it's not worth waking Dad until he's awake ... So go back to bed, we'll tell him about it tomorrow. "" OK: "Conan slowly went back into the bedroom. He had known that something was going to happen. The call bothered him. He knew something was wrong. Maybe the man wouldn't call again at all. Something told him that it would be too late tomorrow ... - But one would see.It was eight o'clock when he heard the sound. The dog barked. The dog barked? Which dog We don't have a dog! Amazed and surprised, Conan noticed that he was slowly waking up. What's going on out there? A dog, why was there a dog barking? Nobody in the whole house had a dog - Uncle Kogoro had made sure of that when he rented the apartment. That meant ... All of a sudden he was awake! A customer ?!
The man was on the road again. Only this time he was alone. He had taken the boy to a safe place - as he had promised him. Now all he had to do was do the rest ... It was time ...
Aat the other end of town a sad little Chinese sat in his chair and read a book.
[b]The hotel in the city center had just opened, the rooms had just been renovated and the smell of paint hadn't gone away. The taxi that stopped in front of the hotel looked old and shabby by comparison.When the roughly 50-year-old, elegantly dressed man in a long black coat got out, a light drizzle set in. “Welcome to the Kyoto Hotel, sir.” The doorman opened the door neatly. The gentleman strode slowly into the lobby of the hotel. At the reception he was given the keys to the best suite in town without hesitation or inquiry. “We are always happy to see you here, sir.” The receptionist did his best to appear friendly. He had only been employed a few days and wanted to make a good impression. But the man didn't respond to what he said. The receptionist was surprised to find that he was annoyed about it. 'If that bothers me on the first day, how am I supposed to work in this job the rest of the time? 'he wondered as he looked after the man and noticed that he was taking the stairs instead of the elevator, even though the suite was on the thirteenth floor. 'Strange fellow,' he thought to himself before turning to the guest who was just coming in through the glass door.[b]It was already noon. Conan had missed the man Kogoro Mori had had as a customer, or he had just seen him leave. But it wasn't important either, the man had just lost his hat and wanted Mori to find it again. Conan had to grin when he thought about how excited Kogoro had been to be tasked with something so silly. He had gone crazy and screamed like a madman, but then he had accepted the assignment. Because the man paid well and some bills were open (and because the sake was slowly running out). Conan grinned like a honey cake horse.
While the man hurried up the stairs to the 13th floor, he thought about it. How much time did he have left? Probably not very much anymore. They had gotten too close to him. But he still had one trump card up his sleeve. He smiled. You would see.
Finally he had reached his suite. The best in the whole house.It took up the entire thirteenth floor. A little out of breath he opened the door with his electronic key card and stepped inside. He threw his things on the bed and approached the picture window. The view was breathtaking despite the rain. For him, Tokyo was the most beautiful city in the world. Marunouchi, the area in which the hotel was located, housed everything that was needed for him. He turned and went into the bathroom. There he let water in the bathtub. Then he went back to the bedroom, where he slowly took off his clothes. But he couldn't get any further than his shirt. Because suddenly he heard a noise. It was one of those noises that a person in no danger would not have noticed. The man knew immediately that he was not alone in the room. "I knew you would come," he said without turning around. He got no answer, so he turned to his enemies after all. "You ...?" He gasped as he staggered backwards.He hadn't expected one of the people standing in front of him. "You ...?" He had reached the window front and couldn't go back any further. "Yes, I ..." The person grinned as they raised their left hand, which had a revolver in it. "Thank you very much. You have been of great help to us. Goodbye and give my best to hell."
The window shattered when the shirtless 50-year-old man fell through after the shot. For thirteen stories he could comfort himself with the knowledge that they would soon see justice. Then it hit the ground.