Note - this is a story about persons from this forum. The only person from the Manga/Anime is Edogawa Conan. It is unfinished, and i want to hear what you think about it. If most people like it, I will finish it, if not, it will end like this.
There will be more people from the forum, but if you want to participate in the story, write it to me. Notice, i would also like a special thing about you. For example: Hano good at remembering something or running around...
Note: Balthazar checked it for gramar mistakes...
But here is the beginnig of the story:
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A car drove through the night. It was a white Porsche (356A). Inside the car were two men. Their codename are Cola and Fanta. They were searching. Searching for someone.
The siren from the police could be heard in the morning. I woke up. My name is Hano. I just recently moved into this apartment. It was placed in Beika city, in Tokyo. It was a known part of the city with most crimes. There were three murders in the first week. It is now Monday morning in the second week. Since I don’t have a job yet, I decide to see what happened. I followed the sound of the police cars and end up in a big messy apartment. It belonged to reaper. Or was owned by him. It seems he was murdered. Reaper was known in this area, mainly because he was extremely insane. Even I have heard about him. He was in fact Saviors brother.
In the room were a bunch of people. Detective Kudo was all around the body. I knew him, Detective Kudo that is. I’ve met him on a excellent manga fan site. He told the police that Reaper was murdered 3 hours ago. The police inspector, named Forever Lost, called to her men that they should look after suspects. She was named Forever Lost, because she was literally lost on her cases. She could not find the criminal. At home she had a man – or so were the rumors. Because every time she was asked about it she replied something like this: “I do not have a man because I live alone” or something like that. I walked in, and greeted them hello.
“Hello Forever Lost, another case?” I asked.
“Yes, a murder case,” she replied, and tried to continue.
“The victim was stabbed in his back by a 9 cm knife,” interrupted Detective Kudo.
I stood and watched the police doing their work, when a little kid with a red bowtie came in. I tried to stop him, but he forced his way in, and observed the murder scene. After a few minutes, without anything happening, was Forever Lost’s men back.
“We are sorry Inspector, but there is nobody with a motive out there. And they all got an alibi. Should we try to confirm them?” one of the men said.
“No, there is no need to confirm the alibi. After all, this was a random murder case. It means the murder did not know the deceased,” answered Forever Lost.
“But how did the murderer came in then,” I asked suddenly and continued, “There is no sign of the doors or windows being forced open.”
“I believe that the murder knew the deceased,” Detective Kudo answered my question.
“Wrong, shouted Edogawa Conan, ”there is a sign that the door was opened with a fake key. If you look closely you will be able to see parts of plaster. Also notice the visit card here. It was probably dropped by the criminal.”
We all looked at him with suspicious eyes while Conan tried to explain that he heard it on television. We looked at the visit card. The Following information was written on it. I wrote it down In my notebook. It said:
Horovimocic
Haido City
Tokyo
We looked up the name on the pc using a website known as www.krak.dk (a website to find other addresses). Unfortunately nothing came up. We all looked surprised, when someone shouted.
“Get your asses out from there. There is a bomb in the apartment,” someone shouted.
We all got out unharmed, when the apartment blew up. It seems it was a time bomb. The one shouting was a woman wearing a blue jacket whit a hood over the hair, a scarf around the face and sunglasses. It was impossible to indentify her. Even her shoes were altered with making it hard to decide her height.
“Who are you,” I asked her?
“A secret makes a woman, woman,” answered the mysterious woman, as she disappeared.
We decide to continue the meeting at my apartment, since it was near the murder scene. When we arrived we saw Cammy3131 walking towards us.