Mystery of the Canned Cat Food
By W0nderboy
Chapter 3
Clues
Warning! This fiction is rated NC-17 for....JUST KIDDING! This fiction is rated PG for violence and may be disturbing for younger viewers; otherwise this is a fiction I think everyone can read without any problem. I hope you enjoy it.
There was no one in the room but Chip and I and the now recently departed Fat Cat. Chip preferred it so that no one could screw up the evidence. The police had notified that there was a murder, so we had little time to find what we were looking for. Chip first looked around the room. "Fat Cat", said he, was strained about this. He pointed out a torn piece of paper to me that had found in a trashcan. "He paced around a bit, then he heard a knock on the door and the murder came into the room. Whether he knew or not, I don't know." He turned his eyes to a glass near the body. He walked over and sniffed it "They went for a drink and somehow he (meant the person who committed the murder.) was able to poison the drink. Fat Cat dropped the glass as the poison took effect, but the poison wasn't a very strong one, so the murderer stabbed him and ran. Fat Cat struggled and with his last strength, wrote Verraten on the wall with his blood and then fell. The murderer returned looking for an object he might have dropped. When he failed, he dragged Fat Cat"; he stopped and pointed at a small black and red mark on the floor. The murderer is strong in muscle "Wonderful!", I said, "But how did you know?"
"The torn paper. Why did he tear it up? Something must have spooked him, and as soon as we put that piece of paper together, we will find out what. Earlier, I saw fresh dents on the door. I don't know if Max would knock or not. But I got a good look at his knuckles as he was explaining the situation and they were not the same as the dents, and I doubt he could dent the doors anyways. So since everyone else was out, someone new came in. It is custom to offer somebody a drink when they entered. He could also use it as an excuse to calm his nerves from the note that he was reading. The book I was looking at before wasn't a book from mystery, it was about poisons. I've been interested in it for a while now. I got to a point on smelling to see if poison was in a certain area. I don't know what type; I'm not that good. But I smelt it in that cup."
"Go on", I said, very interested on what he was saying.
"The blood looked older then recent, so I'm guessing it came a few minutes after the poisoning." He pointed to a bloody cloth, which I failed to see. "He used that to clog the blood, but from the back. The drag marks prove this because there is blood with the mark on the floor. As for the theory about the killer coming back." He pointed to a ring that rolled under a table. "It's smaller," said he,"So I think the killer was either female or somehow related. And Max I don't think he did it, though I suspect that he was involved in it.
"And the other henchmen?"
"They had nothing to do with this, I'm sure of it." He told me to leave. I was out there for a few minutes when I heard police cars. A few minutes later, Chip came out with a bag. "We better leave. The police will find his body and give him a funeral. No doubt this will be considered a prank call. Max is a fool."
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Author's note: Chip and Rescue Rangers are copyrighted by Disney. And yes, I once again, crossed paths with "A Study In Scarlett. That's it! :) Part 4 coming soon.
By W0nderboy
Chapter 3
Clues
Warning! This fiction is rated NC-17 for....JUST KIDDING! This fiction is rated PG for violence and may be disturbing for younger viewers; otherwise this is a fiction I think everyone can read without any problem. I hope you enjoy it.
There was no one in the room but Chip and I and the now recently departed Fat Cat. Chip preferred it so that no one could screw up the evidence. The police had notified that there was a murder, so we had little time to find what we were looking for. Chip first looked around the room. "Fat Cat", said he, was strained about this. He pointed out a torn piece of paper to me that had found in a trashcan. "He paced around a bit, then he heard a knock on the door and the murder came into the room. Whether he knew or not, I don't know." He turned his eyes to a glass near the body. He walked over and sniffed it "They went for a drink and somehow he (meant the person who committed the murder.) was able to poison the drink. Fat Cat dropped the glass as the poison took effect, but the poison wasn't a very strong one, so the murderer stabbed him and ran. Fat Cat struggled and with his last strength, wrote Verraten on the wall with his blood and then fell. The murderer returned looking for an object he might have dropped. When he failed, he dragged Fat Cat"; he stopped and pointed at a small black and red mark on the floor. The murderer is strong in muscle "Wonderful!", I said, "But how did you know?"
"The torn paper. Why did he tear it up? Something must have spooked him, and as soon as we put that piece of paper together, we will find out what. Earlier, I saw fresh dents on the door. I don't know if Max would knock or not. But I got a good look at his knuckles as he was explaining the situation and they were not the same as the dents, and I doubt he could dent the doors anyways. So since everyone else was out, someone new came in. It is custom to offer somebody a drink when they entered. He could also use it as an excuse to calm his nerves from the note that he was reading. The book I was looking at before wasn't a book from mystery, it was about poisons. I've been interested in it for a while now. I got to a point on smelling to see if poison was in a certain area. I don't know what type; I'm not that good. But I smelt it in that cup."
"Go on", I said, very interested on what he was saying.
"The blood looked older then recent, so I'm guessing it came a few minutes after the poisoning." He pointed to a bloody cloth, which I failed to see. "He used that to clog the blood, but from the back. The drag marks prove this because there is blood with the mark on the floor. As for the theory about the killer coming back." He pointed to a ring that rolled under a table. "It's smaller," said he,"So I think the killer was either female or somehow related. And Max I don't think he did it, though I suspect that he was involved in it.
"And the other henchmen?"
"They had nothing to do with this, I'm sure of it." He told me to leave. I was out there for a few minutes when I heard police cars. A few minutes later, Chip came out with a bag. "We better leave. The police will find his body and give him a funeral. No doubt this will be considered a prank call. Max is a fool."
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Author's note: Chip and Rescue Rangers are copyrighted by Disney. And yes, I once again, crossed paths with "A Study In Scarlett. That's it! :) Part 4 coming soon.