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Become the True Sleeping Sleuth?
Him?
But never before had he seen a version of him that looked so confident, so strong and so reliable.
He realised that he had seen those eyes many times before but they were on people who made him feel small.
Could he gain eyes like that?
He sighed and said. "I've defiantly gone crazy." He sat back in his chair and turned around to the computer and said. "But there is nobody here, to hear me talk to myself so there is no harm in listening"
And suddenly big breasts were in front of him, given him a heart attack, but looking up the face was himself.
"Can you stop!?" He said he wanted to throw up.
"What?" Said the other him. "We both know this is the only way, you'll listen without somebody inflating your ego. Why do you think you're manipulated by a child? He always made you believe that you were the head of the case when it was the opposite. Give a fool a title and he will surely dance"
He blinked owlishly and said. "That's an amazing quote."
"Like it? I came up with that on the spot" said the other him, stunning him. "Now you're really going to listen to me, huh?" The thing transformed into him completely. "Let's not talk about reading or watching videos. Let's talk about appearances."
He was stunned.
"Not good. A person who clearly hasn't shaved, smells of booze and tobacco and lives in this dump will have people writing you off immediately" said the other him. "The world is based on looks and we both know it. We wouldn't like Yoko even half as much, if she had smokers eyes, hadn't washed her hair and every time she got into a car, empty snacks come pouring out of it. Most people on the planet are that swallow. Here's another quote for you. 'A pig will always be a pig but when the pig starts talking, it a person.'"
He was stunned again.
"So get up Kogoro. Your not that pig yet" said the other him, before it changed into a naked big breasts woman in a white towel and then began to walk to the shower room, while beaçkon him in.
He followed her only to come to his senses when he realised he was naked in the shower and the breast he was grabbing was actually the knob for the shower.
"Your one crafty son of a bitch," he said.
"I know." said his voice right back at him.
He sighed, since he was already in here, he might as well clean himself up.
And for the first time in a while he bathed, shaved and showered.
He got out of there, only to see almost naked him on the carpet.
"Can you stop?" He said.
"I'll stop when you clean this place up," said the other him, inching towards him and swishing his hips.
"Okay! Okay! I'm doing it!" He said, never had he picked up a trash bag so fast.
All those beer cans and cigarette butts, and half-eaten food we're put into the bag, touching days all stuff made him realise just how gross he could be.
When he finished, he rushed to the bathroom and washed his hands under a hot tap several times, before putting on a suit and taking the trash outside.
It was probably the strangest day for his neighbours to see him take out the trash and not his daughter.
He then entered back into his office and could feel the difference to the room immediately.
It felt breathable.
"You're not done yet. We both know where our daughter keeps the cleaning supplies" said the other him.
He went to the closet and said. "Why can't you clean?"
The other him blinked and said. "Do you really want somebody, who is all in your head to clean? Wow, no wonder our daughter keeps calling us lazy" making him grunt.
He put on a mask and got the supplies, it was the first time in years he actually cleaned with his own hands.
"Make sure, to open the windows to let the dust out," said the other him, sounding exactly like his daughter.
"I'll let something else out alright" he mumbled under his breath.
And an hour later, he finished and the place shined as if his daughter had been here.
"Now shower again," said the other him, making him shocked. "You smell of sweat"
Really?
He clenched his hand but did so, for the first time he took two showers just hours away from each other and sat down.
"Now, that you look reasonable. You need to see where you stand with the residence of Japan" said the other him.
"Huh?" He said.
"I want you to wait some days for a client," said the other him. "People are saying we need to retire but will clients actually stop coming to us? As it stands now all the big cases will go to Shinichi Kudo and that is a fact we have to come to terms with right now. Which means we'll be getting the B list cases. However the Junior detective boys exist and they have a proven track record, they even help solve murders. You need to see if the public will choose kids over us."
"Of course they will. An adult is better than a child" he said, confidently.
However, fast forward a few days and not a single person walked through the door, instead, he got an eye full of the kids in the morning newspaper having solved yet another case.
"It's worst than we thought." Said the other him. "The public really thinks your time in the spotlight is up. But no matter, we just have to start building public trust again if we want clients through the door. Even if the audience is small, we have to make somebody realise that going to you isn't a waste of time"
"And how do I do that?" He said.
"Solve something for free," said the other him.
"For free?" He said. "That's ridiculous!"
He really had gone insane!
"Really? This coming from the guy, celebrity's are ignoring?" Said the other him making him sweatdrop. "Find something small like solving a puzzle or solve a fictional mystery on the internet. Times have changed, the internet is now another way to reach a large group of people. You can even do a podcast or solve some late-night mystery over the radio. There are many ways to do this without putting yourself in danger"
He looked at the other amazed, a part of his brain really was this smart?
"Alright. I'll solve one and gain fame!" He said, and then he began looking through the newspaper only to anime fall down.
Everything he saw, did not produce results right away, instead, he had to wait for weeks to see any result and yet he was too proud to run around and look for some kid's cat.
His other self was just sweat dropping at the pride, suddenly Kogoro was a genius when it came to trying to gain fast fame.
"Man, nothing popping for me today," said Kogoro yawning.
"Well, why can't I take over for tonight?" Said his other-self.
"Yeah, sure. Just don't do any physical exercise. I want to be able to walk when I wake up" he said, before going to sleep.
The other him allowed him to rest until 1 in the morning and then took over.
The sleeping sleuth opened his eyes and he sat up, his aura was completely different and confident.
"Now, to tune into this show," he said, before heading to the radio and bring it closer to him before turning it on and tuning in to a certain channel.
It was the radio mystery channel.
And sure hardly anybody was up at this time but there were people listening, even if it was just ten.
"Welcome to the 1 AM mystery channel," said the person in a creepy tone on the other end. "Tonight's mystery. The butler's demise"
And then the person began to set up the setting very well in their heads, the calm quiet voice was really something for this time of the night.
The whole thing took twenty minutes before the voice said. "Now I would like to ask the listeners. Who killed the butler, why and how?"
He began to call the number up and waited before the voice said. "And we have our first caller. Who are you and what do you believe is the answer?"
He said. "Hi, yes, this is Detective Kogoro Mouri of Mouri Detective Agency"
He shocked the voice on the radio and those listening.
"I just finished my latest case and happened to turn on the radio" he lied to explain why a detective would be here. "The answer to this mystery is that...the Butlers own son is the murderer."
He stunned them.
"The son used his father own OCD against him" he went on to explain. "The first piece of crucial information was the introduction of the Butler. You said that the house was spotless and yet you said the butler was still trying to clean a seemingly clean carpet. And after that, all the butler did was clean, he even mopped where the guest stepped in. The killer had to know about his OCD, but three of five people had never been around the house before so how could they possibly know. They even commented just like new visitors would. Which leaves the son and owner"
Everybody was listening.
"I dismissed the owner because it didn't make sense," he said. "As the owner, he could have simply called the guy away and instruct the guy to tell nobody where he was going and then killed him. Any disappearance would be pinned onto another servant if things went south. But you said the owner gave his whole staff a day off but the man insisted on staying behind. If the guy died in the house than the owner will be suspect number one. The owner owned many books, I highly doubt that he would be stupid enough to kill him off that very night. Which leaves only the son"
Everybody continued to listen.
"What gave him away was when the son chose to stand, in the beginning, but later that day he sat down," he said. "What if the son was carrying something deadly within his clothes in the beginning? What if it was a poisonous replica of the sharpest thing to clean in the house? It wouldn't have to be filthy just enough of to bother somebody with severer OCD. The son did admit that he had been to the house before when another guest asked to use the toilets and he gave directions. All he needed to do to do is swap the items and wait for his dad to find it. The sharpness of the object will increase the likelihood of getting pricked and a hard stain would make even the most cautious cleaner touch it with their bare hands eventually. All the son needed was a few seconds to get this set up and the old man would be dead in an hour or two"
Everybody was stunned.
"As for the motivation," he said. "His son never liked him. Why would a person bring up family history four times in front of strangers? He wanted his old man to feel uncomfortable and on edge. When you're on edge, you become a lot more reckless. I am almost certain that the man was no shinning father growing up to him and he did something to his mother. The mother was only brought up once and it was fondly but I never heard the son talk about his dad. So there was indeed intent there." Before he ended. "Am I right?"
Silence.
Dead silence.
"That's amazing Mr Mouri," said the voice. "You are one-hundred-per cent correct. As expected of the Sleeping Sleuth"
"Well, in my line of work, people go out there to deceive the eyes all the time. So my ears are much sharper than normal" he said. "Unfortunately my senses have been off lately due to personal issues but I've resolved my issues just recently"
"Well, Mr Mouri. Would you like to talk more on the line for our listeners? We would love to interview a famous detective" said the voice.
"I don't see why not," he said. "However, legally, I am not allowed to share police protected information from my past cases"
"Of course, Mr Mouri. We won't go into depth with you." said the voice.
And he began answering questions, quickly proving to be somebody who reads a lot and was quite poetic.
He was amazing to listen to, experience just oozed out of his voice.
The Sleeping Sleuth indeed.
#Later on that day#
Kogoru stretched and scratched himself.
He suddenly heard a knock at the door.
He walked to the door thinking somebody was delivering a package or the newspaper.
However, instead, he saw a large woman he had never seen before but she was dressed nicely though.
"Can I come in?" She said.
For the first time in weeks, a potential client had come to his front door.
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