HIS TRUE IDENTITY
Ok. I know I shouldn't do this as I have already another story I must update and I have loads of work but this idea popped into my head and I have to write it down before I forget. This is inspired by a 1950s radio show I was listening to and its really mind-twisting. Its not all that long. Enjoy, comment, rate, review.
He waited for what seemed like ages in the darkly lit alleyway. He lit up another cigarette and wished the man would just hurry up. He hated waiting but more important, he hoped his cigarettes would last him long enough until the man would show up. I wonder what he could possibly want to talk to me about. We weren't supposed to meet this early. Suddenly he heard a rattling noise. Startled, he turned towards the sound. A gunshot ran out.
"Neh Ran, there's a new pachinko parlor that just opened up. How about we take a look round?" Mouri Kogorou asked his daughter sweetly.
"Otouusan! It's late and Conan-kun has to get to bed. Did you forget he has school tomorrow?
"Hehehehe" Conan laughed.
Just then the sound of gunshot was heard. True to form, both Conan and Mouri ran after the sound with Ran trailing.
"Otouusan! Conan-kun! Are you sure it's safe? What if the murderer is still lurking around?" Ran's worried voice yelled behind them but to no avail.
They came into a small alleyway and found a man lying dead, pools of blood scattered everywhere. He wore green running clothes stained by the color of red.
"Ran, can the police. Hey brat! How many times do I have to tell you to stop loitering around the scene? Keep doing that and I won't be able to do my famous deductions. Sheesh!"
"Hai! Conan ran away checking out the alleyway for signs of witnesses.
"Looks like it was too dark for any witnesses." Conan mused.
The police came and roped off the area from any curious bystanders. Inspector Megure walked over to Mouri.
"Ah Mouri-kun. I had a feeling you would be here. Looks like you never fail to be the first at a crime scene. You should be careful before people start running away from you, Mr. Angel of Death."
"It's ok. People run away from oji-san anyway because of his bad alcoholic breath," Conan replied to Inspector Megure.
"Why YOU!" Mouri ran after Conan but the little weasel was just a little faster.
"Inspector Megure! It seems by the lack of rigor mortis and Mouri-san's statement, we can judge the time to be within this 30 min span. We have not yet identified him, but we can assume he was jogging at this time and was living in this area. We are looking for any witnesses but because it was too dark here, we may not find any." Takagi gave his report.
"I think he was a writer!" Conan's little voice replied.
"Eh really Conan-kun? Do you recognize this man?
"Mnnmmm. See his left sleeve? Its shiny meaning he rested his hand there for long periods of time. Also, his right hand's thumb and forefinger's nails are darkened meaning he used a writing utensil a lot. So he could only be a writer, right?"
"Wow Conan-kun! Amazing! You really know a lot. No wonder Mouri-san takes you to crime scenes with him everywhere." Takagi replied clearly amazed.
"Hmmm! I don't take him anywhere. The brat just puts his nose where it doesn't belong. Besides, any idiot could know that. Let's get down to real police business." Mouri crossed his arms clearly annoyed by Conan's butting in all the time trying to be smarter than the Great Sleeping Detective himself.
Takagi left to get the dead man's identity from neighbors and perhaps witnesses if they were lucky.
"Obviously, Inspector Megure, this is just a killing for money. He was out jogging when someone saw him and taking advantage, shot him and took away all his money. Just another random shooting, not a crime to be solved by Sleeping Kogorou unfortunately." Mouri told Megure excitedly.
"We'll just wait for Takagi's report before we make any haste moves but it looks like it."
"Ah-le-le!" Conan suddenly burst out.
Mouri had had enough with Conan's butting in. He picked him and yelled in his ear, "What's with ah-le-le AGAIN?"
"Ahhh! Ojisan!" Conan recovered from his ringing ear before continuing, "Isn't it weird that he was smoking while jogging? Look at all the cigarettes on the floor. There's about 9-10. Even Uncle, who's a heavy smoker, doesn't smoke that much when he jogs, if he jogs. It's almost as if he was waiting for someone before he was shot. But that can't be true, right ojisan?" Conan waited patiently for them to understand.
"Inspector Megure! This man was clearly waiting for someone as shown by the number of cigarettes he smoked just in one spot. Thus, the man he was waiting is our murderer! This is not a money motive as you police originally thought. However, never fear! Sleeping Kogorou is on the job!" Mouri smiled at Megure while pounding his chest with his fist.
"Your right Mouri-kun. I'll let Takagi know and have him round up some suspects."