Detective NewCastleBrown
hardboiled noir gothic Meaning-less
Part II
darkness, horrible darkness, and you must believe me, total lack of ham sandwiches. This
I was waiting in the cold place where they were dragging me.
I was warmly embracing the floor when the door finally closed, and who had brought me there had been the other way. Despite what seemed a rude tantinello, gave up the effort and devoted myself to open my eyes.
The room reeled in some way improper.
I tried to sit up.
The room did a somersault beautifully coordinated.
I tried to get up. The room
performed in a double pike with a final spin, but after some acrobatics things stabilized and I was able to observe more clearly the space around me.
And I was caught in horror.
curtains pink polka-dotted green on all windows.
No indeed: no windows. He looked like a morgue.
No indeed: it was. It was a corpse lying next to me, sull'alluce the label said, 'murdered by little'.
I was waiting in the cold place where they were dragging me.
I was warmly embracing the floor when the door finally closed, and who had brought me there had been the other way. Despite what seemed a rude tantinello, gave up the effort and devoted myself to open my eyes.
The room reeled in some way improper.
I tried to sit up.
The room did a somersault beautifully coordinated.
I tried to get up. The room
performed in a double pike with a final spin, but after some acrobatics things stabilized and I was able to observe more clearly the space around me.
And I was caught in horror.
curtains pink polka-dotted green on all windows.
No indeed: no windows. He looked like a morgue.
No indeed: it was. It was a corpse lying next to me, sull'alluce the label said, 'murdered by little'.
Passing over lack of professionalism of those who drafted the label picked up the body just enough to keep him seated. The face looked. It seemed that death had not been able to remove that stupid expression must have been alive.
I stared at him with inquisitive eyes. Every minute that passed his expression seemed more and more idiotic. Who could have killed him? It did not seem more dangerous than a cocktail of lemonade and cranberry juice. My spirit detective would not be at peace until I had discovered.
But in those conditions as you could investigate?
I had to try to get out of that room. No
too trivial, everyone would try to do it.
I had to try to get out of that room. No
too trivial, everyone would try to do it.
Suddenly, the stroke of genius, surely someone must have seen the murderess.
And I know who: the victim. I just have to question him.
And I know who: the victim. I just have to question him.
I took with my body and look more fierce and said:
- Tell me who you are really damn little bitch! -
-. . . - (Silence)
- Ah so you're tough eh? Speak! -
-. . . - (Silence full of meaning)
- Be careful methods know very convincing! -
-. . . . . . . . . - (Very long silence)
-Ok then force me a. .. -
- whargroffgrrhuhuhugruntgrunt -
- With good manners you get everything -
- uofuofwhargrrgrunt -
- Who was the last person you see before you die? -
- uofuofarghrghriddt -
Suddenly I realized that the last three sentences he had handed Charlie the dog and the latest sound very similar to how a dog would have pronounced "you're an idiot."
And the dear old Charlie decided to cover the froth while the door opened and who I had brought them opened the door and said
"Now it is time to come to terms -
Not finding suitable hiding places I decided to stand still: perhaps my attacker could only perceive moving objects as some kind of reptile.