A/N: NOOOOOO! This took me so long to put out because my brain got stuck in the pile of fermented dog-shit that is writer's block! But I'm back now, because I am beginning to figure out how exactly to make a story with a beginning and an end, but nothing in the middle! Like a huge-ass fucking sandwich with it's delicious guts missing! HORROR! But now I present the ooey-gooey FILLING!

Ch 4: Investigation | | Interrogation

Inspector Joseph Meguire was patiently looking at the paperwork in his office a promising new lead surely must be contained in the boxes. Apparently, the same type of murders happened in a far away city, in another country, in Brazil! According to the basic information he had skimmed through, there was only one person who had met this lunatic and lived. Her name was Devi D. and she went out on one date with him, before he pulled some knives, she kicked his ass, and the murders continued regularly for about two months then abruptly came to a halt, one week later, they started up in Tokyo.

It all fit together so neatly, he had never been caught, killed with no prejudice and for no apparent reason; even though he always left so much evidence nothing ever came up, as in 'No Matches Found', or 'Error: Results Tampered', even false results, and rolling black outs would plague the investigation just as something promising were about to turn up. Now the paper work had arrived and nothing seemed wrong with it.

Picking up a random paper from one of the two immense crates, he looked it over from all angles as if to make sure it wouldn't spontaneously combust in his hands. He examined what was on the paper, it was a witness statement made by that Devi girl.

…I was looking through the house for him, calling his name, and then I walked into what sort of looked like a bedroom, except there wasn't a bed…because he didn't sleep. I opened the door and stepped into the room, when I walked towards him the door behind me closed and locked like in some bad horror movie. He spun around and pointed knives at me, I turned to the door, and tried to open it up, but it wouldn't move. So I swished around, and kicked him in the face and beat him up until he was nearly dead, then I ran like a bat out of hell away from there as fast as I could…

It almost was pointless until he read it; the last paragraph. Until then he thought it would never come; a name.

…Johnny C.…

It was a rush as he quickly ran up to his subordinate, Harry Wilder, with a huge grin on his face. He wanted to hug him with all of the joyful feelings that were had trapped inside of him, screaming to get out. "We got him!" he said, "We got the son-of-a-bitch that took Conan, his name, we got it!" He was elated, to say the least. Harry on the other hand thought his boss had finally lost it. He thought that after his awkward little dance of excitement, he would chop everyone into bits and eat them.

"That's great news, sir!" he said masterfully hiding the creepy feeling he was currently experiencing. "I'll get someone to look up his name in the information database as soon as possible!" he was about to turn, when he realized he didn't have the name, awkwardly looking back he continued, "What is his name, exactly?"

"Johnny C., bring in all John's, Johnny's, and Johnathan's with a last initial that starts with a C." Harry hesitated, "Didn't you hear me? I said move it!"

"Yes, sir, right away!" he shouted stumbling as he fled.

The Inspector turned back to the pile of information set out before him, with a sigh, he resigned to look threw it all to find anymore information worth while.

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He was pacing as he had been for a while, Jimmy had revealed to him why he had to break in. Johnny being the one for conspiracy theories had believed him, and now, as he began to make a hole in the floor with all of his pacing, he was formulating a plan to get rid of this terrible organization. (A/N: CURSE YOU SPONTANEOUS IDEAS! Now this story will take forever to finish!)

He stopped suddenly and left the room. A few minutes later he came back with a mat, he dropped on the floor then fell down face-first on to the rough fabric. He began to sleep.

Jimmy looked about the room, examining it for what seemed like the hundredth time. It was relatively large; cement walls, ceilings, and floor, everywhere there were corpses laying about in hurried disarray, leaking organs, and blood and after-death fluids of various kinds. The walls were also smattered with blood and decomposing flesh. Some of the bodies resembled mummies, others like skeletons, and some like the zombies of a horror movie he had seen once then there were the ones who had yet to join the ranks of the deceased.

They were the ones Johnny was saving for later to have some-what did he say again?-'intense fun' with? He had only seen one person suffer this kind of 'fun'; he was currently suffering from the zombie state of decomposition, his ears nailed to the ceiling, holes ripped into his feet, which at one point Johnny had used as a cup holder, neglecting the fact he had left a cup in one of his mold and maggot encrusted feet. Johnny had also chopped off his hands and jammed them threw his weird ear piercings-some odd plastic loops making an extremely large and painful-looking hole in his earlobe. He also had his eye-brows pierced, which Johnny had hooked up to some jumper cables and then turned on the power generator cause his face to become thoroughly singed. When asked why he did it, Johnny replied 'Because he tripped me down some stairs then jumped on my back, then he insulted my hair!'

Suddenly Johnny jumped up and promptly left the room. Yelling something about Senor Salsa Chips…

A/N: I hope you didn't hate this chapter, it took forever to put out and it was really short because my Grandma Sandy died on Monday, all she wanted was a corndog! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL HER GOD? WHY? YOU SHOULD KILL OBESE PEOPLE WHO WANT CORNDOGS! NOT 53 YEAR OLD GRANDMOTHERS!