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Part 129

B wanted to say something at that... anything, but there was too much wasted words as there were words that meant a lot. In the end, he huffed out a sigh and rolled over, closing his eyes and willing himself to rest.

"You're going to sleep now?" The elder asked quietly and cast his gaze over the urn next to the bed, the site bringing a smile to his face.
"But I just woke..."

"Yeah... well perhaps I'm just a little tired right now," he murmured.

*Hit him! Beat him! He deserves it! Do it! Do it now!* B shook the thoughts away and tried to rest his eyes.
"What do you think of the urn?" He murmured quietly, his voice only slightly strained.

"It came out better then I had thought it would..." L mumbled.
"I had not expected it to have such beautiful colors..."

"Yeah, it went above my expectations. You see those foxes? Those are the ones I see. Watari says that the caretakers are willing to keep it safe for Xi, but not in that exact context, mind you." He opened an eye and spotted the other jam jar. His stomach growled and he groaned, getting up to retrieve it.

"Are his ashes sealed inside already?" The elder asked curiously, it seemed obvious to him that they would be as it wouldn't make much sense to be sealed without them inside, but he wanted to make sure.

"No. Watari only received it the other day. The crematorium has not yet gotten back to us so we could put them inside." He nibbled away on his jam, making less noticeable breathy sounds as he satisfied his jam craving.

"Hopefully that won't take to long..." The dark eyed raven was quickly becoming rather tired of the routine of this place and the predictability of its criminals and police force.

"I want to get out of here. I can tell you do to. To actually have time to explore this place a little. The confinement is unbearable. I want to go outside, but I can't until we're both better."

L nodded slowly and sighed.
"This is the last thing we must do before we go and explore..." He would never admit it, but he was also getting a little home sick. The detective had never been away from A or his pets for this long and could only hope his dragon hadn't starved to death by now.

"I hope that we can make a full recovery soon. You've given the tools the police can use for future crimes of this capacity. We would not be needed here." He gulped down his jam and then looked to his friend.

"What do you want to do now that you're awake?"

"Not sleep..." the elder explained, sitting back a little.
"I have done far too much of that already..."

"I am aware of that. I've watched you sleep for over a day now. As far as I know, these cases here are still available for reviewing. Want to to that for entertainment until the crematorium calls?"

"Alright..." the elder mumbled and slowly crawled over his friend to reach for the files next to the bed. He looked like he would even get them for a moment but a sudden wave of lightheadedness caused him to crash down on top of his friend.

"Whoa there!" B caught his friend and motioned him back into a seated position before reaching for the files himself.
"Not quite there yet Lawli. Soon enough though." He did a double take before handing the files over.

L frowned, but took the files, not wanting to admit that he was sick to his friend or to himself.

"We have an idea of what our OCD killer is all about, but what do we know about the chemical killer? Other than the autopsies done to the victims, next to nothing. Well no, we know this person is skilled with chemicals. Most likely a Science Major with some History and Mathematics thrown in there."

"He is using poison which indicates that he is both detached from the killings and/or does not want to get his hands dirty..." It was clear the dark eyed raven was at least a little depressed, his voice giving it away.

"Sounds like the killer is experimenting on the prey then... Seeing what effects the mixtures have and what ones should be utilized more."
*Sounds a lot like me, in fact. His are more synthetic, however.*
"Perhaps the chemical killer even has some traits similar to the OCD killer." He looked at his friend then and tilted his head.
"What's got you down, Lawli?"

"I want to be well again..." L mumbled and looked out the window for a long moment before closing his eyes.

"You will be. We'll both recover and we'll both get out of here to experience Japan for what it is and then we can go back to Wammy's and share everything with A and be reunited with our pets."

The elder nodded and put his mind back to the task at hand.
"The main difference to these two is that the OCD killer is very passionate about what he does, bathing and dressing his victims again... The other does not want any such contact, seeking to have as little involvement as possible..."

"Again, he's experimenting. He does not want to get his hands dirty if the next shot causes an unseen reaction. I imagine this person is in possession of safety gear and that the victims are unable to see the face. In fact... Let me look at the photograph of one of the victims and I'll try to figure out what transpired."

L pulled out the photos and examined them carefully.
"Three victims in total. The chemicals where delivered via a shot to the neck... Combat and stealth training of some kind?"

"Military training...? Military background...? Perhaps our killer is aged between 25-47 with a strong military background. Perhaps maybe worked as a field surgeon for some time."

"Or as some kind of black ops..." the elder added quietly.

"Pretty top notch, then. Means he knows how to blend in, knows how to pick his victims. Or... has this military trained person lost his mind and is living in a fantasy where he's still picking targets and that these 'targets' are innocents? That's what it appears to be from where I stand."

"That seems very likely..." L bit his thumb in thought.
"Yes, a victim of the high stresses of military life now seeing his targets everywhere..."

"He's intelligent if it is possibly Black Ops or something similar. He could be a challenge, but we're already dissecting him before we see him, so he's at a disadvantage here."

"I doubt he will be a challenge... it wouldn't be hard to search military records for the people in this area and I suspect he will be displaying symptoms of post traumatic stress..."

"We can look up psychologists who specialize in Military counselling and see if anything comes up. There's bound to be one person who turns up who used to attend, but discontinued for reasons unknown or just refused to attend anymore when his mind broke."

"Identifying this individual will be easy... it is cornering and capturing him that could provide a challenge..."

"Yes. His training and skills would put him at an advantage over the police. However, anticipating his movements should allow for us to find a means to expose him and take him down properly. Baiting is too dangerous; we'd need to figure out another method."

"Perhaps baiting is too dangerous, but luring him into a location where he can be taken down via means of a tranquilizer would be suitable..."

"Interesting, luring crossed my mind, but I didn't voice it. I could see how luring him would be effective. Time and location depends on the places he is seeking 'targets'." B nibbled his finger in thought for a moment.
"He likely chooses his target in a crowd, perhaps does a little background research before making his move."

"I feel as though he thinks he is being given orders to target a certain person... We can take advantage of this delusion by broadcasting a subliminal hint to find a target at a certain place..."

"Once he gets the message, it's only a matter of him showing up and timing the ambush." He looks at the file and smirks.
"That was fun. I think it will work. Any details and such, we just have to wait it out."