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| Assunto: Death Note: Another Note Ter maio 27, 2008 1:12 pm | |
| Tive a ver os varios topicos e reparei que ainda não havia um topico sobre isto (ou secalhar ha e eu não vi @_@ se já houver avisem '__'). Pelo que parece um bacano chamado Nishio Ishin adpatou os 12 volumes(ou parte) do manga e publicou um livro em Agosto de 2006. (Que foi traduzido para inglês em Fevereiro deste ano.) O nome completo é Death Note: Another Note, the Los Angeles BB murder cases. A história é narrada por uma personagem que aparece no capítulo 59 do manga(episodio 27 acho) e morre no capitulo 99(episodio 35) - Spoiler:
Mello
Ele leva nos a recuar no tempo, antes do caso do Kira. Até ao primeiro encontro entre Naomi Misora e L. A história em si baseia-se no L e no modo como costuma(va) trabalhar. Vão aparecer personagens novas, principalmente BB[Beyond Birthday] e tambem descobrimos o porquê do L usar o nome Ryuuzaki. spoiler sobre Beyond =o - Spoiler:
BB era um potencial sucessor de L na casa de Wammy mas por não querer ser apenas um reforço tornou-se num assassino. Ele começou a matar para se aproximar de L. B tinha olhos de Shinigami por isso só matava pessoas que iam morrer naquele mesmo dia ou brevemente. Tambem tem gostos estranhos como comer geleia(ou doce) de morango e fazer coisas grutescas com as suas vitimas.
Vale a pena ler? Eu acho que sim. Mais conhecimento sobre DN não faz mal a ninguém. ;D |
| | | SupeRaul O Virús Informático
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Death Note RPG Nome: Ray Motomya
| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Qui Jun 05, 2008 12:40 pm | |
| Concordo contigo xD
Onde posso encontrar isso? Nunca ouvi falar antes...xD | |
| | | Gimmy SupeAnnie (A SupeAmante do SupeRaul)
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Death Note RPG Nome: Nemuna Onda
| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Ter Jun 10, 2008 7:17 pm | |
| Naomi 8D *thumps up* Must read ù_u | |
| | | Tetavs Portador do Death Note
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Qui Jun 19, 2008 7:50 pm | |
| Ja tinha ouvido falar mas nunca encontrei =/ | |
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sex Jun 20, 2008 5:26 pm | |
| Eu já tinha ouvido e já tive á procura. E até achei um forum em que um rapaz dizia que tinha encontrado mas em espanhol. Quando entrei em contacto com ele, a dizer que se ele me arranja-se eu traduzia-lhe com todo o gosto ele disse que não tinha guardado no pc, e mais tarde disse que o citiu onde tinha encontrado já não o tinha desponivel. Ou seja fiquei tão chateada que nunca mais, até agora, procurei tal coisa. | |
| | | Tetavs Portador do Death Note
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 10:16 am | |
| Eu encontrei o resumo do livro em espanhol alguem se quer traduzir??? Esta tudo em imagem então estou upando tudo no photobucket xD | |
| | | Ashton O Carniceiro
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 10:18 am | |
| Deixo aqui o prólogo, que encontrei num fórum italiano. Não se preocupem que o texto está em Inglês. Se encontrar o resto, eu posto aqui. Enjoy. ^^ - Spoiler:
Another Note Page 00 : HOW TO USE IT Beyond Birthday’s third homicide was an experiment. He’d attempted to remove the person’s internal organs without damaging them, but they had died of internal hemorrhaging anyway, as he’d expected, and that was the end of that. He’d taken great lengths to prevent his victim from moving, too, using both physical restraints and a medicine that made them unconscious. Once suitably immobile, he had meticulously torn off the skin of their left arm. Leaving the tool he’d just used in the wound, he had then hit it repeatedly, intending to kill them, but it had ultimately led to nothing more than heavy internal bleeding. He was disappointed to watch his experiment end in failure. Even after the arm swelled with enough blood to turn it an angry purplish-red, the victim did not die. They had had a series of strange convulsions, which he might have found perfect under other conditions, but which, this time, caught him off-guard. As the arm filled with blood, the victim’s life began to fade. He’d expected this from previous trials, but this time he found the experience to be...sweeter, somehow. Naturally, Beyond Birthday considered the importance of such a murder to be relatively low, but the experiment itself, whether a failure or a success, was extremely entertaining. Afterwards, Beyond Birthday carefully removed the knife from his victim’s shoulder and—well. Well, well, well.
Such speeches will stop, such stories will cease to be told, such meticulous notes will no longer be taken; not one sentence contains even a single iota of reason, up to the very last line. I am sick of this wild goose chase; to throw the matter down and finish it is the best I can do. Beyond Birthday’s wild farces are reminiscent of Holden Caulfield, and if they are so alike, then following and cross-examining his erratic thought patterns is not my intention (I, in my position within the government, remember pushing myself beyond my own abilities in an attempt to keep track his delusions). I have kept meticulous notes on this chain of serial murders he’s committed, but reciting them in this way should by no means raise their value. This report is not a novel. I do not like the fact that it has temporarily taken on such a form. There is no excuse for putting this case into such stereotypical, common words, but perhaps by bringing the matter to the public’s attention, I will be able to create a fresh start.
The result of the confrontation between L, this era’s great detective, and this Kira, a homicidal maniac he’d been hunting, is that the common people are forced to read these notes. Kira had prepared the metaphorical guillotine in order to spread his fantastic ideas across the globe, but it was a mere madman’s ideology; he set himself up as the god of his own little game, but he was a only fool who wasted his time chasing after his own childish beliefs. He ruled through terrorism and nothing more—or perhaps his desire was to be the god of a corrupt society, one filled with false accusations and betrayal. Such is probably the difference between gods of death and gods themselves, this negative intent, although it is something I don’t plan to think about often.
How in the world can Kira be good?
L will always be the most important thing in my life.
L.
L was too talented to die like that. His death was unreasonable; it came too damn fast! He solved over 3,500 difficult cases, and there are three times the amount of people packing the prisons today than there would be without him. He was a private investigator, and even though he never showed his face, his influence alone was great enough to inspire the world’s organizations to move forward together—I think that only someone who can match such an immaculate reputation should be able to inherit such a title. I also think I know who that person should be. Something happened, and I am unable to succeed him. Instead I shall leave behind this report in full, and let his real successor take the title.
This legend of L, then, is my final will and testament. It is a dying message aimed at the world at large, and which does not belong to me. Near, arrogant brat that he is, will probably find these notes before anyone else has a chance to; I only hope he doesn’t burn them upon discovery, or destroy them some other way. Actually, destroying them might be best; he didn’t know L like I did, and I don’t want to shatter whatever idealized image he might have created of him. There’s a possibility that this may fall into that demon Kira's hands instead, but I don’t mind. This is for you, you homicidal maniac: you let that abominable death god carry you on its back from beginning to end, and you used nothing but some nonsensical notebook to kill in an attempt to keep your hands clean of your own victims’ blood. You do not deserve to kiss L's feet, and are nothing more than dirt so unclean he wouldn’t even bother dirtying a tatami mat by laying it over you.
I am one of only a handful of people who has met L in person. He told me three of his achievement stories during our times together, but I have no intention of sharing those memories with you. Instead I’ll tell you the middle story, the one that relates to me; the story of Beyond Birthday. I refuse to beat around the bush here; if I do not relate the tale of the Los Angeles Beyond Birthday serial murder cases in full, how can anyone glean any information from them? I was brought up in Wammy’s House and stayed there until I was fifteen years old; L wasn’t. It had a profound influence on my ability to adapt to situations as needed. It doesn’t matter if there were ten or more casualties in this case or if it took over a million dollars to solve; L, in addition to three or four other people, gave his life in the pursuit of justice, and his sacrifice was honorable. More details concerning L are brought forward later—though perhaps they concern me as well, and perhaps Kira too; regardless, what happened in that watershed and what happened during the Los Angeles BB serial murder cases is monumental.
Because...
Because that is the first time L identifies himself as Ryuuzaki.
I have no interest in the specifics of how Beyond Birthday committed his crimes. Such gruesome details, then, will be omitted. Instead I will go back and tell the complete story of his first and second murders, since they are what drew L's interest early on, and enticed him to embark on what would become the greatest case of his time. I’m only a third party in this; neither Near, arrogant as he is, nor Kira, crazy as he is, will be able to tell I wrote this unless I leave my signature as the narrator, the navigator, and the storyteller at the end of these opening remarks—although conversely, for anyone but those two people, such anonymity might actually be a good thing. I am, then, the one who died in vain, the best dresser of this pointless death, Mihael Keehl. I call myself Mello now, and am generally identified as such, but that’s already an old story.
My memories are vivid, but they’re filled with nightmares.
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 10:19 am | |
| - Tetavs escreveu:
- Eu encontrei o resumo do livro em espanhol alguem se quer traduzir??? Esta tudo em imagem então estou upando tudo no photobucket xD
Se quiseres eu traduzo, já que tenho imenso tempo. E seria uma honra. | |
| | | Ashton O Carniceiro
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 10:21 am | |
| Parte 2: - Spoiler:
The Los Angeles BB Serial Murder Case is an incredibly suiting title for the incidents contained therein, but it wasn’t always referred to as such. In the midst of the chaotic scandal, people knew it as the Straw Doll Murders, or the LA Closed Room Serial Murders; neither are particularly sophisticated names, but the media insisted on promoting them until they caught on. The truth is, though, that Beyond Birthday was probably somewhat reluctant to be a criminal—I, on the other hand, tend to be rather revealing of my thoughts in such situations. Anyway, the day after Beyond Birthday committed his third murder was the morning of August 14th, 2002. It was 8:15 AM, and FBI agent Misora Naomi was blinking one eye open sleepily to peer around her empty one-person apartment from where she lay on the bed. She was wearing the same dark leather jacket and pants that she’d worn the day before, having spent a good deal of the night wandering around downtown; when she’d returned she had parked her motorcycle outside and collapsed in bed without so much as a shower, exhausted. And now, she who would become the leading contributor to the solution of the Los Angeles BB Serial Murder Cases, was finally waking up. She’d been temporarily suspended from office, but she didn’t care; it allowed her to escape the pressure from her upper-level colleagues. Temporary retirement, suspension from office, summer vacation; they were all the same to her. The reason for her suspension would probably be deliberated in a trial. If I’m not mistaken, she was a Japanese woman living in America, and she was constantly on duty because of this fact. Last month, however, just before the Los Angeles BB Serial Murders took place, Misora Naomi had made a fairly large error in the case she was working, and was suffering through the consequences now. This was not the kind of problem that could be cleared from her psyche by a simple ride through the city on her motorcycle.
This time Misora had considered quitting the FBI; she was very tempted to just throw everything away and go back to Japan. The entire organization was completely ridiculous, of course, but it was her own huge mistake that was weighing so heavily on her conscience. At the rate things were going, Misora was going to turn self-employed just to get rid of the social pressure.
Or possibly just...retire.
The sweat made her feel disgusting. Pushing her protesting body up sluggishly from the bed, Misora decided to take a quick shower to revitalize herself. Her eye caught on the laptop sitting on her desk, and she paused as she realized it was running. She didn’t remember starting it, and she’d only just woken up. Had she turned it on when she’d gotten home last night? Then why hadn’t she changed clothes? To carelessly let it boot up while she’d slept... She had no memory of hitting the button, but the screen saver was on, so she probably had. Undressing for comfort, she collapsed back into bed and crawled over to the nearby desk, brushing the mouse lightly with her hand. The screen saver winked out and Misora tilted her head at her flickering mailbox; she had new mail. Unsurprising; her computer was attached to the world even while she wasn’t, after all, and it wasn’t like her work stopped when she did. She may have even fallen asleep in the middle of checking it...Misora thought about that while she clicked into her inbox. There was only one new message. From Raye Penber. He was Misora’s current boyfriend, and another member of the FBI. He was a typical agent, though he’d told Misora once, “It’s dangerous work; you’d better switch jobs.” Her temporary suspension was nearly over, so this was probably something to do with that. She clicked on the No Subject header.
Naomi Misora-sama,
I must first apologize for this abrupt means of communication; there is no excuse for my rudeness.
I would like to ask for your cooperation in solving a certain case. If you would like to help me, please access the third block on the third section of the Funny Dish server on August 4th at 9am. The connection will remain open for five minutes (please hack through the firewall yourself).
L
Even though she was, at the very least, suspended and under investigation for that mistake in her previous case, no one should know...Something was off. No one had access to her name. It seemed more likely that Ray or another agent was playing a prank on her, and that they were only imitating L’s signature. He never revealed himself in public, and wouldn’t use his name so arbitrarily just to contact her. Considering what the world was like today, it was most likely just a prank being pulled by some selfish detective who’d managed to track her down.
On the other hand...
“...What a pain in the ass.”
She thought it over while she showered, taking care to rinse the evidence of the previous night’s fatigue from her body, then dried her long, dark hair and enjoyed a cup of steaming coffee.
She considered rejecting the offer regardless, but she knew she should examine every option before making a decision. As a criminal investigator working for the FBI--even just an ordinary agent such as herself--she had no reason to refuse a request from L. He was known as her time’s Great Detective, and she never thought she would find herself hesitating over an opportunity to help him. If, ultimately, you take Misora Naomi’s personality into account, the reasons supporting her final decision make perfect sense. Her only lament was over the fact that L had hacked into her latest model laptop, which she’d only purchased the previous month, and she would have to replace it immediately.
“Not much I can do about it...Ah, well, I guess this kind of chance doesn’t come along every day...”
She’d made her decision.
Once the clock hit 8:55 she sat down at her laptop, which had 23 hours of battery life remaining, and followed L’s instructions. The hacking wasn’t very difficult, but her skill as an investigator certainly helped.
As soon as she gained access, her laptop screen blinked pure white and a large, intricately decorated letter L appeared in the center. She breathed a sigh of relief at the sight.
“Misora Naomi-san.”
The voice emerging from her laptop’s speakers was obviously synthetic. It was, however, among investigators worldwide, the internationally recognized Voice of L. This was Misora’s first experience hearing it, but it was as she had always expected it to be; impersonal, as if she were being introduced on a television show--although since she had never actually appeared in a television show, she could only guess as to what it felt like.
“I am L.”
“Pleased to...”
Misora stopped mid-greeting when she realized her laptop was not equipped with a microphone. Instead, she typed, “This is Misora Naomi. It is an honor to be able to speak with you, L.” If their connection was secure, she expected the greeting to go through.
“Misora Naomi-san, are you familiar with the outbreak of murders presently sweeping through Los Angeles?”
L went straight to the point without addressing her greeting. It may have been because they had to end their transmission by 9:05, but it still grated a little on Misora’s nerves. If he wanted her full cooperation as a partner, he should act more naturally and treat her as one, and not just assume that she would help. Irritated, she struck the keys loud enough to make a clattering sound.
“I do have a general knowledge of the murders taking place in Los Angeles, I’m not incompetent.”
“Yes, so I am beginning to see.”
She felt better upon having her own sarcasm returned. L continued promptly.
“As of yesterday, three victims have been reported in this case--though that figure may increase in future. The HHN news has been reporting them as the Straw Doll Murders.”
“The Straw Doll Murders--”
She didn‘t know that case; she’d been intentionally avoiding the news throughout her suspension. The phrase was unfamiliar to her as well, having been raised in Japan through high school, and even hearing it in English did not ease the strange feeling it induced.
“I want to solve this case,” L told her. “The criminal must be apprehended. For that, Misora Naomi-san, your cooperation is essential.”
“Mine, really? Why?” Misora responded shortly. Whether L took her question to mean “Why is my cooperation essential?” or “Why do I have to cooperate with you?” was up to him. He seemed to interpret it as the former, though, and her sarcasm was lost.
“Because you are an excellent investigator, Misora Naomi-san.”
“But I’m off-duty right now.”
“I know. I consider that a convenience.”
He’d said there were three victims. There were probably more, of course, but as this was probably not a case the FBI would involve themselves in, it explained why L had not contacted her through them. It was, therefore, probably safe to assume that he had bypassed the director of the FBI entirely in order to contact her directly, and in an abrupt manner that she couldn’t have avoided. He wasn’t even giving her any time to think about it. But...why would he be hunting a killer that the FBI refused to touch? Still...she had to answer him through this laptop, and quickly.
She glanced at the clock. Less than a minute remained before their connection would be terminated at 9:05.
“All right,” she finally agreed. “I’ll help you as best I can.”
L’s answer was instantaneous. “Thank you. I knew you would agree once I had spoken with you.”
His voice held no real trace of appreciation. It was an automated voice and couldn’t be helped, but still.
“I will tell you how to initiate communications with me, then. We do not have much time, so the instructions will be brief. First--”
. : :: :: :: : .
It is first necessary, I suppose, that you at least know the summary of the Los Angeles BB Serial Murder Case. On the last day of July, 2002, a man was killed in his one-bedroom home, located along Insist Street in Hollywood, Los Angeles. His name was Believe Bridesmaid, he was a free-lance writer, and he’d lived alone. He wrote under various names for various publications, the content of which may have contributed to his death--though realistically this is merely speculation, something the police would like to believe. The cause of death was strangulation. He was choked with a cord from behind after being drugged and losing consciousness. There were no signs of a struggle, though this evidence has been disputed; the killer was good at what he did. The second murder occurred four days later, on August 4th, 2002. This time it was a woman named Quarter Queen in a one-bedroom apartment on Third Avenue, located in downtown Los Angeles. She was beaten to death. The murder weapon, some kind of blunt cylinder resembling a bat, had split open the top of her skull. She also appeared to have been drugged prior to her death. I mention this because it links the two crimes, a common clause that makes this the second murder by the same criminal and not some isolated incident across town, despite the difference of location.
Straw dolls had been nailed to the wall in both crime scenes, four on Insist Street and three on Third Avenue.
The straw dolls found at the scene of the first crime had been reported by the police, which made the possibility that the second was an imitation very likely. There were, however, other small consistencies between the two that linked them, and the police, their resolve hardened, treated them as serial murders instead of coincidental ones. But there was also a large problem with this assumption; besides the straw dolls, there was no other physical connection between Believe Bridesmaid and Quarter Queen. There were no mutual names or telephone numbers shared between their cell phones. Quarter Queen did not even own a cell phone--she was only a thirteen-year-old little girl. There were no other obvious connections between her and the forty-four-year-old war veteran turned free-lance writer. It was difficult to find one, given the difference of locations, though if we assume there really is a relationship between them, it’s likely that it involved the man and the girl’s mother, and that she was away on some trip during her daughter’s murder. In the days of the old detective stories, a link was always discovered between the first two victims with the addition of the third. The focus of this investigation turned to the third victim as well, though nine days passed before it happened on August 13th, 2002. The media made use of this gap to begin calling them the Straw Doll Murders.
This time there were two straw dolls found nailed to the wall. Their numbers continued to decrease by one as each murder was committed.
It occurred on the West Side of the city, in a residential townhouse near the Glass Station Metro Rail. The victim’s name was Backyard Bottomslash, and she was a twenty-eight-year-old bank clerk--there was a possibility that he had picked her age so that it fell between the first and second victims’. Needless to say, there was no physical connection between her and Believe Bridesmaid or Quarter Queen. It was unlikely that they’d even passed each other on the street. Cause of death was loss of blood due to severe hemorrhaging. Strangulated, beaten, bled...each murder was committed using a different method, and none revealed any clues or connections to any of the others. It was as if he was experimenting on every victim, testing something new on them one by one, none of their deaths natural in any way. None of the criminal’s tools were found during the investigations. The police grew progressively stumped by each murder, but they concluded that the third would be the last and, having incurred no further information to investigate, were forced to close the case. The criminal’s performance was perfect, and in completely stumping the police, he had also managed to stroke his own ego, which I believe was probably what Beyond Birthday had wanted to do all along.
Oh yes, there was another common factor between the three locations, in addition to the straw dolls; each of the crimes was committed in a closed room that had been locked from the inside. If this was an old detective story, the common link found would be the Closed Room. The investigative team, however, did not attach much importance to this fact. Upon receiving the documents regarding the investigation from L, however, Misora Naomi affixed much of her attention to this “Closed Room situation”, and it made her uneasy. She considered it the keyword to the puzzle.
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| | | Ashton O Carniceiro
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 10:30 am | |
| Parte 3: - Spoiler:
Upon receiving a request from L on August 15th, Misora Naomi, who was now working under the direction of L and not as an FBI agent, set out to begin her investigation. Now self-employed, Misora had had to forfeit her badge and handcuffs, as well as any other authority equipment she’d possessed. She was heading into this case no better armed than a civilian.
Nevertheless, she did not feel like one. She had never been prone to using her authority during investigations; she wasn’t the type of detective who worked on cases that required it. It would take a little grunt work, but investigating alone would prevent general group stupidity and help to show off her own skills, so she wasn’t incredibly unhappy about it. L would get to see first-hand how talented she was in the field.
Regardless, Misora arrived at Insist Street, Hollywood, the site of the first murder, at a little past noon on August 15th. She thought, as she fished her cell phone out of her bag, that the house looked a little big for a bachelor to have lived in alone. She then dialed the appointed five-digit passcode, encoded in order to keep both her and L safe.
“L. I‘m at the scene.”
“You have my thanks.”
As expected, the synthetic voice issuing from her phone now was the same as the one on her laptop before. L probably used it to keep himself hidden during investigations, though that wasn’t something worth thinking about at the moment. “What should I do now?” She’d wanted to enter the premises, but she wouldn’t act without L’s orders.
“Are you within the crime scene now, Misora Naomi-san? Or are you outside?”
“Outside. I’m looking at the house from across the street--I haven’t entered yet.”
“Please do so now. You won’t need a key; it shouldn’t be locked.”
“...All right, then,” she replied through gritted teeth. She had to resist the urge to yell at him. Such preparations could be considered a show of respect, but Misora would have been perfectly capable of entering the premises on her own, and she didn’t appreciate the extra help.
She entered the property through the gate. The victim had been killed in the bedroom--Misora could understand the general structure of the house by looking at it from the outside, her FBI experience at work. The bedroom was probably on the first floor, to allow ease of movement. Despite the fact that exactly half a month had passed now since the murder took place, there was no dust to be seen anywhere. The manager must come in regularly to clean it.
“Um, L.”
“What is it?”
“According to the information you gave me yesterday, it looks like the local police have already finished their proper investigation here.”
“Yes.”
“How did you manage to get the police reports? Did they give them to you?”
“Yes.”
...Right. “Then isn’t me coming here after so much time has passed kind of pointless?”
“No,” L told her. “I want you to find something the police missed in their investigation of the crime scene.”
“Ah...like what?” Nothing would have changed since the police were here, and he hadn’t really answered her question.
“Searching the premises a hundred times will not be without meaning,” he explained. “Perhaps something new has surfaced now that time has passed. I cannot help but think, Misora Naomi-san, that there is a connection between this victim, Quarter Queen, and Backyard Bottomslash, who was killed two days ago. If there is not, and we assume that the killer has been choosing his victims indiscriminately, by what means has he been sorting them? In other words, Misora Naomi-san, I am asking you to find the missing link.”
“I see...”
She didn’t, really, but she didn’t want to argue with L about it, so instead she kept his request in mind and stepped inside the bedroom. The door opened inward. There was a deadbolt on it.
It was the Closed Room situation.
Both of the other crime scenes had involved a deadbolt as well--it was recorded in the police reports. Could this be the connection between the victims...? But no, if it was in the report L would have already picked up on it. He wanted her to find something new. It was a small room, and the sparse amount of furniture had been shoved up against the wall, making it seem cramped. There was only large bed filling the center, in front of a bookshelf. All of the books on it were recreational; it seemed this was the room Believe Bridesmaid relaxed in. So he kept his work and his private life separate; a little unusual for a free-lance writer, but something he seemed to manage well. There was probably a study somewhere upstairs, Misora mused, glancing at the ceiling thoughtfully. She would need to see that later.
“By the way, Misora Naomi-san. What do you think of the criminal in this case? I would like to hear your deductions at this point.”
“I don’t think my opinion will help much.”
“Every possible deduction is vital to this case.”
Misora didn’t answer for a moment, considering this. He had a point. “...I think it’s strange,” she admitted, answering him directly instead of dancing around the question like she had the day before. She’d thought the entire case unusual since scanning the information L had given her. “The killer didn’t just kill his victims. He did other weird stuff in this room--and then he concealed it.”
“Like?”
“Like his fingerprints. The police couldn‘t find a single one; he wiped the entire crime scene clean.”
“Ah. But Misora Naomi-san, isn’t wiping one’s fingerprints from a crime scene a rudimentary act performed by any criminal?”
“Not like this, it isn’t. He went overboard.”
L was testing her, she realized suddenly. He was asking for her input so that he could compare it with his own, trying to see if she was worthy of assisting him on this case.
“The criminal could have just worn gloves,” she continued, “but he didn’t. He wiped down every one of the crime scenes so that no prints were found--not his or victim’s, and not friends’ or visitors‘. He even wiped down the light bulbs; there’s not a single print anywhere. It‘s strange.”
“Yes, I agree.”
...How surprising.
“If he’s that paranoid, L, I don’t think I’m going to find any new evidence here. He’s the kind of criminal who doesn’t makes mistakes.”
Mistakes. Like the one she herself had made just last month.
“Normally the investigative team finds a mistake made by the criminal and uses it to catch them. But this time there’s just no mistake to find.”
“Yes, I agree,” L repeated. “However, what about something that is not a mistake?”
“Not a mistake?”
“Yes. Is there anything there that the police may have missed? That the criminal may have left behind on purpose?”
On purpose? Did criminals do that? Why would someone leave evidence behind on purpose, especially if it could get them caught? He would never...or would he? Misora thought of the straw dolls and the deadbolts in the Closed Rooms--had he purposefully left those two clues behind? They couldn’t have been mistakes, especially the latter--the Closed Rooms. There had to be a clue in that. The rooms had all been locked from the inside, but the killer had made no move to disguise the homicides as suicides. The first had been strangled, the second beaten--neither weapon had been found on either crime scene, making the possibility of suicide completely impossible. There had to be some hidden meaning to the Closed Rooms. It was unnatural, and it was not there by mistake.
The dolls nailed to the wall had to be another clue. Misora didn’t understand the connection at all.
Straw dolls like the ones left by the criminal were, in Japanese culture, considered representations of strong grudges held against one person by another, which suggested that the criminal was either Japanese or very familiar with Japanese culture. These dolls were, however, only cheap imitations of the real thing, and could be purchased for three dollars at any nearby toy or convenience store, which might rule out that theory.
Misora closed and locked the door, then turned to regard the spot on the wall where the doll had been nailed.
This room had had four dolls. One had been nailed to each of the four walls in the room, though they had, of course, been removed by the police as physical evidence. Only the holes remained now. Misora took out the pictures from the evidence folder and examined them, one photograph for each doll. Another depicted Believe Bridesmaid lying where he had fallen face-up on the bed, the strangulation marks clearly visible around his neck.
There was one last photograph in the folder.
It was of Believe Bridesmaid again, but in the hospital instead of his bedroom, laid out naked after his autopsy. Large scars had been carved into his chest by a knife, not deep, but stretching from one side of his ribs to the other. They had been made postmortem.
“The wounds on the victim’s corpse suggest that the killer held some kind of grudge against him, maybe because of something he wrote? He’d submitted articles to a lot of gossip columns; it’s very possible he made a few enemies through them.”
“Then what of the second and third murders, Misora Naomi-san? There was no correlation between them, and their bodies had also been damaged postmortem, and with increasing violence.”
“He could have done that to the others in order to camouflage his resentment of Bridesmaid. Or maybe his grudge was against one of the others, and Bridesmaid was killed as a decoy. The escalated damage could just be another attempt to confuse us.”
“Did you read the file that suggested he killed indiscriminately?”
“Yes, but that’s only speculation. The dolls suggest he’s killing them all for identical offenses. The Closed Rooms could support this. It’s all too...perfect.”
Everything had been set up too well for it to be coincidence. Three separate murders, three separate ages, mixed genders from three different sides of town, which involved three different police units...he was trying to confuse them. He knew the more people he involved, the more divisions, the more confusion he would spread between them. The second victim, the little girl, was intended only to add more useless questions.
“He made the crimes seem abnormal of purpose,” L told her. “No, too abnormal--also on purpose”
That deduction surprised Misora, a surprise that bordered admiration. She rushed her next statement in an effort to hide it.
“The extent of the precautions he took for each victim seem nonsensical. The police did a thorough investigation, yet he still managed to wash himself of any relation he had with one of the three victims. Even the third, Backyard Bottomslash, was connected through her job to dozens of people, and yet--”
“But Misora Naomi-san,” L interrupted. “We have not yet collected all of our evidence. I fear there will be a fourth victim.”
“Oh...”
He’d mentioned that the day before. But what gave him that conclusion? It seemed likely that the killing spree would end after three murders, even if the killer had yet to be caught. Additional homicides would depend on his mood more than anything, but even then, the possibility of another occurring was only a fifty/fifty chance.
“The number of straw dolls,” L pointed out. “They decrease by one for every murder. There were four where you are now. There were three downtown, and two on the West Side. That leaves one more.”
“Right. So?”
“After the next murder, there will be no more dolls left.”
...That was true. The indiscriminate killings could still be camouflage for his true intention, but the next murder would probably be his last. This increased the risk for potential victims, of course, but it also increased the chances that the killer would make some sort of mistake. He probably knew that and was willing to take the chance anyway.
“Just in case, L, what are the chances that there won‘t be five victims?”
“Ninety percent,” he answered. “It is actually one hundred percent, but when intervening circumstances are taken into account, such as something happening to the criminal beforehand, it becomes ninety-two percent. This is in the case of one more murder happening. The chances of him committing a fifth murder is only three percent.”
“Three percent...?” That was a pretty low probability. “Why three? If we assume that one straw doll is equal to one victim, he’ll have one left after his next murder--”
“Because he would have no doll to leave behind at the crime scene of the fifth victim, and thus be unable to link it to the other four.”
“Oh...I get it.”
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 10:31 am | |
| Parte 4: - Spoiler:
Misora wanted to hit herself for her stupidity. Of course there would be no fifth victim if he couldn’t leave a doll behind. No doll meant the murder could have been committed by anyone else, and he left them as his calling card. No more dolls meant no more murders.
“The probability of a fifth is three percent, though there is also a possibility that the criminal will simply not make it to a fifth. I don’t believe this will happen, though, as he is paranoid enough to wipe even the light bulbs free of fingerprints.”
“Will his fourth victim be displayed publicly, do you think? Since it’ll be his last?”
“No,” L said, his synthetic voice forceful. “There will be no fourth now that I‘m on the case.”
...He was confident in himself. Or was it pride?
In any case, it wasn’t any of Misora’s business, and she didn’t ask. It could have been either; neither affected her or her work.
“I have chosen you to help me with this case because I respect your investigative abilities, Misora Naomi-san.”
“You...do?”
“Yes. This case requires a calm disposition. You cannot allow yourself to be shaken up by its strange nature. That is, therefore, what I request from you.”
“L, are you aware that I’m currently on leave?”
“Yes. That is why I asked for your cooperation. You are able to move about freely.”
“So you must know why I’m on leave, then.”
“No, I do not.”
Misora was surprised. “...You didn’t check?”
“I have no interest in it. You are a good detective and free to move about as you wish, and that is all I care about--though if there is reason for me to know, give me a minute and I can find out.”
“No...”
Misora smiled wryly. It was funny how her mistake could be so well-known, and yet the greatest detective in the world had no idea, simply because it wasn’t of any interest to him. All he’d cared about was the fact that she was on leave. It seemed L had a sense of humor.
“So in order to prevent the fourth murder from taking place, we should get started on our investigation. What should I do first, L?”
“What can you do?”
“Whatever you tell me to,” Misora told him. “Did you want me to perform another individual search of the room? What should I look for?”
“A message of some kind.”
“A message?”
“Yes. There is something that was not included in the police report; on July 22nd, nine days before the first murder, a letter was sent to LAPD Headquarters.”
“A letter?” What was he talking about? The LAPD...? “Was is something related to the case?”
“The police couldn’t find a connection between them, but I believe they are related, yes.”
“How certain are you?”
“Eighty percent,” he answered quickly. “The sender used some type of forwarding system to disguise the location he mailed it from. The content of the envelope was a crossword puzzle written on a single sheet of paper.”
“A crossword puzzle? Um...”
“Do not take it lightly, Misora Naomi-san. The level of difficulty was so high that no one could solve it. It is possible that no one took it seriously, but several members of the LAPD tried, and failed.”
“I understand. So what of it?”
“They dismissed it as a prank that same day. I was able to obtain it from a connection in the intelligence department, though. It arrived yesterday.”
“Yesterday...”
That would be why it hadn’t been included in the police report he’d sent her. So even then L had been approaching the case from an angle that differed from hers.
“I solved it,” L said. So the LAPD’s assumptions were wrong. Misora was a little disappointed in them, though she really had no room to talk.
“If my solution is correct, the puzzle reveals the address where the first murder took place.”
“...Insist Street, Hollywood...number 22? I’m there now. But if that’s true, then...I see.”
“Yes. It was a warning for the first homicide. Since no one was able to solve it, however, no one was able to prevent it, but...”
“But the LAPD didn’t get any notes for the second and third murders?”
“Correct. I extended my search throughout the entire state of California, but no other such letters exist. I continue to look, but...”
“Then if that’s the case--no, it can’t be a mistake, especially not if the address was so precise. But why did he wait nine days to commit the murder?”
“The period between the second and third murders was also nine days, August 4th and August 13th. He seems to have some preference for it.”
“But the period between the first and second was four days...Did something unexpected happen?”
“Yes, that is a possibility. There is, however, still a space there. Nine, four, nine... Regardless, he is the kind of killer who gives the police advanced warning of his crimes. With the exception of the straw dolls, he must have left another clue behind. The possibility that he did not is very low.”
“Ah...all right.”
So something he’d left behind purposefully, but not like the straw dolls. Something as difficult to interpret as that crossword puzzle had been. She now understood why L has asked for her cooperation; he needed someone who could actually visit the crime scenes and investigate them in person, but professionally, like he would. Someone who would share his point of view.
But she wasn’t L. He’d requested that she help because she was a detective in the FBI, but he might be expecting too much from her. She could only act as his eyes, not think for him.
“How is the search going, Misora Naomi-san?”
“Ah...I haven’t found anything.”
“No? Then I must cut this communication. I have other things I must attend to.”
“All right.”
He was probably working on dozens of other cases around the world in addition to this one; it couldn’t be helped. He truly deserved the title Greatest Detective in the World.
L, greatest detective of the century.
Who never saw his clients in person.
“Then I await a good report. When you contact me, use the fifth line.”
The connection cut out. Misora flipped her phone closed and tucked it away again, then turned to look at the bookshelf. Besides the bed, it was the only piece of furniture in the room, so perhaps if she inspected it thoroughly enough...
“Seems like Believe Bridesmaid was as nervous a person as the criminal...”
She counted fifty-seven books altogether, packed so tightly that she had trouble removing one to leaf through. She turned the pages delicately, trying not to damage them in case the police involved them in the investigation again later. The report had said they’d checked every page for fingerprints, but hadn’t found a single one. She couldn’t find anything that could double as a message either.
She was trying to find something that might have been overlooked by the investigation team, but book after book revealed nothing, not even a bookmark. Believe Bridesmaid might have been the kind of person who didn’t use them--that was fairly common among bibliophiles.
But if the criminal was as nervous as he was, would he have placed something in one of them that didn’t belong...?
She moved on to the bed, peeling back the sheets to reveal...nothing. The investigative team had already done this as well. It would be difficult, catching something they hadn’t. They were all trained professionals.
“Is it under the carpet?” she wondered aloud. “On the back of the wallpaper? No, it wouldn’t be there...So where would he hide it? It’s useless as a message if no one can find it. He took the initiative when he sent that crossword puzzle to the police...So where are the others? Why did he make this so hard? Ugh, this is pointless...”
There was no message to find.
This whole thing was ridiculous.
“‘You can’t beat me,’ ‘You’re below me,’ that’s all that message was saying. He’s just taunting us, the local police, the LAPD, society in general, the US, the world...Unless it’s something smaller, something personal...A meaning in it that would only appeal to one person...Then there’s got to be something in this room to find...Wait.”
What if there was no message here.
What if it was just on something that wasn’t here anymore. The straw dolls? No, they meant something else entirely...But the only other thing missing was...Could it be on the victim’s body?
Something on Believe Bridesmaid’s body?
She pulled out the photographs again. There were two of the victim, one from after the autopsy and one taken at the crime scene. If the killer had left a message on him, it was probably in the knife wounds instead of the marks left from the strangulation. She regretted what she’d said to L earlier about them being signs of a grudge; they were too unnatural for that. She eyed the one taken at the crime scene and noticed that, while the T-shirt the victim was wearing was covered in blood, it had not been damaged. That meant that the killer had strangled the victim, inflicted the knife wounds after he was dead, and then replaced his shirt with a fresh one. Why would he bother doing that if he resented the victim for something? The blood had blotted the fresh shirt anyway--which, she noticed, was a replacement for the victim’s usual pajamas.
“Huh...now that I look at it...are those letters?”
She had to rotate the photo in order to change the angle and make them out more clearly.
“‘V’...‘C’...‘I’? No...‘M’...then ‘V’...‘X’...? ‘D’...three ‘I’s lined up in a row...L? Yeah...that’s what it says.”
He’d carved the letters well, both curved and straight lines resembling marks of a pencil more than a knife. He may have drawn them on before applying the knife to them.
She would have liked to get the opinions of the investigation team regarding these letters, but that was impossible without her badge. Maybe L could do it later, if he hadn‘t already. That would have been one advantage to working in a group like the FBI. She could move freely on her own, yes, but she also had only her own opinion to consult with.
“I guess I should take a look at the other rooms too, though he probably wiped them free of fingerprints as well--”
She stopped as she suddenly remembered that she’d neglected to check one final spot in the room; under the bed. It was a commonly overlooked place, and the police may have missed it as well. Kneeling, she stooped to take a look--
And jerked back when a hand extended from underneath it.
Stumbling to her feet, she realized that she had no gun; she wasn’t allowed one on suspension, and didn’t carry one normally anyway. There was, therefore, nothing she could defend herself with. Nothing she could pull the trigger of.
“Who...No, what...!?”
Her voice held more conviction than she felt. Slowly, a right hand emerged, then a left, then a body as the person crawled out from under the bed.
This person...When...?
How long had he been hiding under that bed...?
Had he overheard her conversation with L...?
So many questions were running through her mind.
“Answer me! Who the hell are you?” She put her hand in her jacket as if to withdraw her gun.
The person pushed himself to his feet. His hair was a natural black, his shirt a solid color and his jeans worn and a little faded. A young man with dark, panda-like eyes. He looked like he would be tall if he didn’t slouch, but as he stood now he was two heads shorter than Misora.
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you.”
He looked up at her from under his messy hair as he introduced himself.
“Please call me Ryuuzaki.”
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 10:33 am | |
| Desculpem a divisão disto tudo... Estava sempre a ultrapassar o limite dos posts... <.< | |
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 3:34 pm | |
| Esta ai... finalmente upadas as 46 paginas do resumo de Death Note: Another Note BB Case Link: https://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb82/tetavs/Death%20note%20Another%20note/?start=all
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 4:22 pm | |
| Eu não consigo entrar. Ajudem-me. Bem, sempre queres que tradosa? | |
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 6:30 pm | |
| - AM escreveu:
- Eu não consigo entrar. Ajudem-me.
Bem, sempre queres que tradosa? Sempre queres que tradosa?? não entendi - Spoiler:
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 6:36 pm | |
| Bemm .. tentei ler mais muitas coisas eu naum entendo .. Essa Death Note: Another Noter e do autor original do manga de death Note? | |
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 6:49 pm | |
| - Hanbichan escreveu:
- "...Pelo que parece um bacano chamado Nishio Ishin adpatou os 12 volumes(ou parte) do manga e publicou um livro em Agosto de 2006. (Que foi traduzido para inglês em Fevereiro deste ano.)..."
É provavel que não, o 1º post responde quem é o autor... Mas o autor de Death Note usa um pseudonimo então pode ser ele sim... , apesar de eu duvidar desta hipótese xD | |
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 6:56 pm | |
| - Tetavs escreveu:
- Sempre queres que tradosa?? não entendi
Pois, é normal. Tem erro, para variar. Eu queria dizer: Sempre queres que traduza? | |
| | | Tetavs Portador do Death Note
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 7:06 pm | |
| Mas continuo não entendendo... como assim se eu sempre quero que você traduza??? Eu perguntei se alguem queria traduzir, porque meu espanhol é mesmo muito ruim... Você se ofereceu... eu fiquei super feliz =DD Mas não entendi o sempre ^^ | |
| | | AM A Kawaii do forum
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Sáb Jun 21, 2008 7:42 pm | |
| Ok, loool, eu traduzo. Mas como querem que o faça? Que seja em word ou que faça do mesmo estilo do da imagem em espanhol? | |
| | | Ashton O Carniceiro
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Dom Jun 22, 2008 5:58 am | |
| Tipo... para quê esse trabalho todo? Usem o google translator, que está num topic das "maluqueiras". Ele traduz aquele Inglês todo para Português. xD | |
| | | AM A Kawaii do forum
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Dom Jun 22, 2008 7:47 am | |
| Estamos a falar do que está em espanhol. E aquele tradutor é uma porcaria. e eu não me emporto nada de traduzir. | |
| | | Tetavs Portador do Death Note
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Dom Jun 22, 2008 7:51 am | |
| AM, já que vai traduzir... escolha o que for mais facil para você =D Obrigado ^^ | |
| | | Ashton O Carniceiro
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Dom Jun 22, 2008 7:53 am | |
| Yah, tens razão AM. Pensava que os textos eram iguais lol. xD | |
| | | AM A Kawaii do forum
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| Assunto: Re: Death Note: Another Note Dom Jun 22, 2008 7:57 am | |
| Ashton, não te esqueças disto, eu tenho sempre razão XD Ok, eu vou traduzir o que está em espanhol. Mas volto a perguntar, como é que querem que o faça? | |
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