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Namely, to see if it were possible for a human being to die of internal hemorrhaging without rupturing any organs. Specifically, he drugged his victim so they fell unconscious; tied them up, and proceeded to beat their left arm thoroughly, being careful not to break the skin. He was hoping to bring about enough hemorrhaging to cause death from loss of blood, but this attempt ended, sadly, in failure. Blood congested in the arm and it turned purplish red beneath the skin, but the victim did not die.

They simply shook, convulsed, and remained alive. He had been convinced the blood loss incurred by this would be enough to kill someone, hut apparently he had underestimated the matter. As far as Beyond Birthday was concerned, the actual method of murder rated fairly low on the amusement scale, and it was never more than an interesting experiment. It did not particularly matter to him whether it succeeded or not. Beyond Birthday simply shrugged, and took out a knife No, no, no, no, no.

Explaining the entirety of his murders in carefully phrased sentences does not in any way increase the value of these notes. This is not a report, nor is it a novel. Even if it happens to turn into one of those, I will not be happy.

I hate to use such a hackneyed line, but I imagine that by the time anyone lays eyes on these words I will no longer be alive. The instrument of death was a little bit more fantastic than a guillotine for example , but all Kira accomplished was another reign of terror and a pathetically infantile way of thinking.

Looking back, I can only surmise that the gods of victory smiled on Kira for their own vain amusement. Perhaps these gods actually wanted a blood-soaked world of betrayal and false accusation. Perhaps the entire episode exists as a lesson to teach us the difference between the Almighty and the shinigami. Who knows? I, for one, have no intention of wasting any more time thinking about this most negative series of events. To hell with Kira.

What matters to me is L. In light of his staggering mental abilities, L died an unjust and untimely death. In the public record alone he solved over 3, difficult crimes, and sent three times that number of degenerates to prison. He wielded incredible power, was able to mobilize every investigative bureau in the entire world, and was applauded generously for his efforts.

And during it all, he never showed his face.

I want to record his words as accurately as possible. And I want to leave them for someone to find. As someone who was given the chance to follow in his footsteps. Well, I may not have been able to succeed him, but I want to leave this behind. The person who will most likely read this first will probably be that big headed twit Near. I am one of the few people who ever met L as L. When and how I met him..

L, on principle, never got involved in a case unless there were more than ten victims or a million dollars at stake, and this is the real reason why he belatedly, but aggressively, involved himself in this little case, which only ever had three or four victims. I will explain further in the pages that follow, but for this reason, the case of the Los Angeles BB murders are a watershed event for L, for me, and even for Kira.

It was a monumental event for all of us.

Because this case is where L first introduced himself as Ryuzaki. Oh, I almost forgot. In the event that anyone besides big-headed Near or the deluded murderer is reading these notes, then I should at least perform the basic courtesy of introducing myself, here at the end of the prologue. I am your narrator, your navigator, your storyteller. I once called myself Mello and was addressed by that name, but that was a long time ago.

Good memories and nightmares. Page 1: The Message While it is now referred to as the Los Angeles BB Murder Cases—a rather catchy title—when it was actually happening, right in the middle of the whirlpool, it was never called anything so impressive. The media called it the Wara Ningyo Murders, or the L.

Serial Locked Room Killings, or all kinds of other ghastly names. This fact was undoubtedly a source of great annoyance to Beyond Birthday—the perpetrator of the murders in question—but frankly, I think those names provide a more accurate description of what was actually happening. Either way, the day after Beyond Birthday carried out the third of the murders, August 14, , am, local time, the FBI agent Naomi Misora was lying dazedly on the bed in her apartment, having just woken up.

She was wearing dark leather pants and a matching leather jacket, but it would be a mistake to assume she customarily slept in this outfit. She had spent several hours racing around on her motorcycle the night before, in a vain effort to burn off stress, and when she finally returned to lieu apartment she had fallen instantly into a sound slumber without bothering to shower or undress.

Much like the name of the case, Misora has now entered the public consciousness as the one who eventually cracked the Los Angeles BB Murder Cases, but the truth is that when these events were unfolding in real time, she had been suspended from her duties as an FBI agent.

According to the official records she was just on a leave of absence, but this is purely because she had absolutely no ability whatsoever to stand up to the pressure from her superiors and colleagues. Suspension, leave, summer vacation. What is certain is that this was America, she was Japanese, female, very good at her job, and the FBI is a large organization.

Obviously, she did have colleagues who had a high opinion of her, which is exactly why she had been able to work in the organization so far, but a month before, just before the Los Angeles BB murders, Misora had made a major blunder, so major even she could not believe it—which led directly to her current situation. This was not the kind of problem that could be alleviated by racing around in the middle of the night on a motorcycle.

Misora was seriously considering quitting the FBI, casting off her entire life, and moving back to Japan. Obviously, part of her was sick and tired of all the nonsense that came with the job, but even more than that was the guilt she felt over her own mistake, which hung upon her shoulders like a dead weight. Even if there had been no pressure from those around her—not that this hypothetical was even remotely possible—Misora would have asked for time off herself.

Or even resigned. Misora slowly peeled herself off the bed, intending to shower away the sweat of the night before, but then she noticed the laptop on her desk was, for some reason, turned on. She had no recollection of turning it on—after all, she had just woken up. Had she hit the switch on her way in last night?

And then fallen asleep without shutting it down again? One would assume that if she had enough energy left to turn on her computer, she would have had enough energy to undress.

Misora peeled off her jacket and pants, and with her body feeling much lighter, got off the bed, moved over to her desk, and jiggled the mouse. This was enough to clear the screen saver, but at this point Misora became even more confused. While she was still wondering about that, she clicked on her inbox. There was one new message, from Raye Penber. He was the most obvious example of the agents who had a high opinion of her not that this stopped him from begging her to transfer to a less dangerous department every time something happened.

Since her leave was almost over, this might well be just business, so Misora went ahead and opened the message Naomi Misora-sama I apologize for contacting you like this. I would like to request your help in solving a certain case. If you are willing to assist me, please access the third block of the third section of the Funny Dish server on August 14th at nine am.

The line will be open for exactly five minutes please break through the firewall yourself. This was the simplest and safest way to contact you, so please forgive me. Regardless of whether you agree to help me or not, I need you to destroy this computer within twenty-four hours of reading this message.

She might be suspended, but she was still an FBI agent, and obviously she recognized the name—it would have been unforgivable had she not. She briefly considered the idea that Raye Penber, or someone else, was playing a practical joke on her, but she found it hard to believe anyone would be so bold to sign their name as such.

L never revealed himself in public or in private, but Misora had heard several horror stories about what had happened to detectives who had tried passing themselves off as L. It was safe to say that no one would dare use his name, even in jest. She dried her long black hair and drank a cup of hot coffee.

But she was only pretending to consider the matter—she did not really have a choice. No FBI agent, particularly a low-ranking one, could ever consider turning down a request from L. But at this time Misora did not have a particularly favorable opinion of the great detective L, so she had to pretend to hesitate, if only to make herself feel better.

It seemed obvious that the reason her laptop had been turned on was that L had hacked it, and she was more than a little depressed that she would now have to randomly destroy the new computer she had just downloadd a month before.

She was not an expert hacker, but she had been taught the basics as part of her FBI training. Just as she successfully gained access to the server, her entire screen went white. Misora was momentarily alarmed, but then she noticed a giant calligraphic L floating in the center of the screen, and relaxed.

It was obviously a synthetic voice. Misora had heard it several times before—but this was the first time it had ever addressed her directly It felt weird, like she was hearing her name on TV—not that she had ever had that experience, but this was what she imagined it would be like.

Her laptop did not have a microphone installed, and there was no way for him to hear her. Presumably this was because he had to complete this communication by , but his manner and attitude rubbed Misora the wrong way Like it was a given that she would cooperate with him— which was true, but acting like it showed no respect for her pride. I believe there will be more victims to come. She was on leave and had been deliberately avoiding that kind of news.

Misora had lived in Japan until she graduated high school and was familiar with the term, but hearing it pronounced in English gave it an edge of unfamiliarity. But your help in this matter is vital, Naomi Misora. Sarcasm appeared to be lost on him. Obviously, it depended on the victims, but from what L had told her this case had not yet reached the kind of scale required for the FBI to get involved. She would normally have assumed that this was why he had approached her instead of going through the FBI director, but this was much too sudden.

And she had been given almost no time to think things through. But it had been enough time for her to wonder why L would be involved in a case too small for the FBI to notice. She did not imagine he would answer that question over her computer, however.

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She glanced at her clock. She had one more minute. I knew you would agree. But perhaps that could be blamed on the synthetic nature of his voice.

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We have no time, so I will be brief. He lived alone, working as a freelance writer. He had written articles for dozens of magazines under many different names and was relatively well known in the industry—-which means exactly nothing, but in this case appears to have been fairly accurate.

He was strangled. He was first knocked out with some sort of drug and then strangled from behind with some sort of string. There were no signs of struggle—all things considered, a smoothly executed crime.

The second murder occurred four days later, on August 4th, This time it was downtown, in an apartment on Third Avenue, and the victim was a female named Quarter Queen.

This time the victim was beaten to death, her skull caved in from the front by something long and hard. Once again, the victim appeared to have been drugged first and was unconscious at the time of death. As for why it was determined that these two murders were committed by the same killer There were straw voodoo dolls nailed to the walls at both places.

These dolls were specifically known as Wara Ningyo. Four of them on Insist Street. Three of them on Third Avenue. Nailed to the walls. The Wara Ningyo had been covered in the news, so strictly speaking there was a chance of a copycat crime, but several other details matched as well, leading the police to begin treating the case as a serial killing.

But if that was the case, that left a very big question—there was absolutely nothing to connect Believe Bridesmaid with Quarter Queen. What connection could she possibly have to a forty-four-year-old professional freelance writer?

To use a term from an old-fashioned detective novel, there was a missing link—they could not find any connection between the victims. The investigation had naturally focused on this, but nine days later by which time the media had begun calling them the Wara Ningyo Murders on August 13th, , the third murder happened.

There were two Wara Ningyo on the wall. There was one less doll with each murder. The third murder was in West L. This victim was another female—age twenty-six, midway between the first and second victims—and she was a bank clerk.

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Once again, she had no connections with Believe Bridesmaid or Quarter Queen at all. It seemed unlikely they had even bumped into each other on the street. She died from loss of blood—massive hemorrhaging. Strangulation, beating, and finally stabbing—each time a different method of murder, giving the unnatural impression that he was trying something new with each killing.

And he left no useful clues at any of the scenes. The only other thing to investigate was the link between them, but since none was found—which was very strange for murders of this type —the third murder left the police at a complete loss. The killer was far better at this than the police were. I have no intention of praising Beyond Birthday, but in this case I will give him the credit he is due.

Oh, right—in addition to the Wara Ningyo, there was one other major similarity between the scenes—they were all locked rooms. Just like an old mystery novel. The detectives investigating the case had not put a lot of value on this particular aspect of the case.. She was off duty, so her badge and gun had been taken away from her, leaving her with no more rights to weaponry than any ordinary citizen.

But she did not particularly mind—Misora had never been the kind of agent to throw her authority around.

In other words, she was not good at working in groups, and her ability shone brightest when she escaped he bindings of organizations and worked on her own— which in him might explain why she had a pinch of resentment coloring her eclings toward L. She had been told it was scrambled fivefold and completely safe. Not only safe for L, but also safe for the off duty Misora. Misora briefly wondered where L was, in what kind of environment he went about his investigations, but she quickly realized that it made no difference either way.

It should be unlocked. She grit her teeth, resisting the urge to say something sarcastic. Normally she would have considered being prepared a point worth respecting, but she found it hard to accept that anyone was this thoroughly prepared. She opened the door and entered the house. The victim had been killed in his bedroom, and Misora had been involved in enough investigations with the FBI to make a fair guess at where that room was located from the outside.

A house like this usually had the bedroom on the first floor, so she moved accordingly. It ultimately explained nothing. Naomi Misora, the first thing we iced to think about in this case is the connection between the victims.

Or is there no connection, and these murders are completely random?

But even if they are random, there must be some logic by which the killer selects his victims. What l am asking you to do, Naomi Misora, is to discover this missing link. Besides, she had found the bedroom.

The door opened inward and had a thumb turn lock. A locked room. The second and third crime scenes also had thumb turn locks No, that much information had been in the file. The police had already noticed it. L was looking for something more. It was not a very large room, but there was not much furniture, so it did not feel cramped. There was a big bed in the center of the scene, but the only other furniture was a few bookshelves. These shelves were mainly filled with how-to books for different leisure activities and famous Japanese comics, suggesting that Believe Bridesmaid had used this room exclusively for relaxation.

He seemed be the type to carefully separate work and private time—not a type often found in freelance writers. Presumably there was a study of some kind on the second floor, Misora thought, absently glancing up at the ceiling. She would have to check there later. What are your thoughts on the culprit behind these killings? Misora thought for a moment. This was the main impression she had received the day before, reading over the file. They have not found a single fingerprint at any of the crime scenes.

They had been wiped away completely. Testing to see if she was capable of serving as his man on the scene. But this guy At all three scenes. What else can you call that but abnormal? Something he deliberately left behind. And if the police detectives simply failed to notice it… then we might have a chance.

Did that ever happen? Not in the normal run of things, no—why would anyone leave something behind hat could be used against them? Or wait. Now that he mentioned it, they already knew two examples of exactly that behavior. One was the Wara Ningyo nailed to the walls, and the other was the thumb turn locks, creating a locked room. These were not mistakes, but had clearly been left behind by the killer. Especially the latter. Exactly the thing that Misora had been most interested in—locked rooms were almost always created when the killer was trying to make it look like a suicide.

But the first victim was strangled from behind, the second was beaten to death with a weapon that was not found at the scene, and the third victim was stabbed with, again, a weapon not left at the scene… none of which could ever be mistaken for a suicide.

Which meant there was nothing to be gained from creating a locked room. It was not a mistake, but it was unnatural. The Wara Ningyo were the same. She had no idea what they meant. Since Wara Ningyo were used for curses in Japan, there were people wildly theorizing that the killer was Japanese, or someone with a deep-seated grudge against the Japanese, but especially since these Wara Ningyo were a particularly cheap variety that could be easily downloadd in any toy shop for about three dollars no one theory had gained prominence.

Misora shut the door behind her, and since the thumb turn lock was at waist height, she absently turned it and locked herself in. Then she checked each location where the dolls had been nailed to the walls. There had been four of them. One on each of the four walls of the square room. Obviously, they had been taken away by the police as critical evidence, and were no longer here.

It was easy enough to tell where they had been, since there were holes in the walls. Misora took six pictures out of her bag. One of each of the four dolls.

One showed the victim, Believe Bridesmaid, lying on his back on the bed, It clearly showed the rope marks around his neck. And then the last picture. There were a number of major cuts on it, which appeared to have been carved into his flesh with a knife. They were not that deep, but ran in all directions. He did a lot of gossip columns Both of those bodies were also damaged in ways that had no direct connection to the cause of death—in fact, the damage seems to have escalated with each murder.

This is just one pattern worth considering. I mean, maybe he deliberately left them there to prove that all three were killed by the same man—and the locked doors might be for the same reason. The more people the case connected to, the more chaotic the investigation would become..

Misora was surprised to hear him express such a human sentiment. The emotion she felt was very similar to being impressed, and she quickly put the conversation back on topic —to cover her reaction, if not to hide it.

I think the police are doing a fine job with that, and Frankly, checking out everyone who knew each of them seems more useful.

I mean, the third victim, Backyard Bottomslash I believe there will be a fourth murder in the near future. That there would be more victims. But based on what? With the killer still at large, it was an obvious possibility, but it seemed just as likely the murders would end at three. A—one less doll at each scene.

In fact, it made little sense to count backward from four to two and then stop. Of course, each new murder was an added risk, but the return probably justified it. Frankly, there was no way of telling if this killer even considered murders a risk—there were certainly some killers who considered the murders themselves return enough.

And it was abnormal to pretend to be abnormal To view it, click here. I guess I would have given this book more stars if the author hadn't made so many mistakes. And I'm not speaking of typos but rather of the logic in the book. Mello is the narrator of the story.

This doesn't make any sense at all, because Mello never knew either Beyond Birthday the murderer or L. I mean, sure he heard of them, but he never actually met either, so how come he tells the story? Doesn't make sense. In the prologue or foreword or whatever it was Mello is foreshadowing L's death i I guess I would have given this book more stars if the author hadn't made so many mistakes. So how come dead Mello's telling stories from his grave? Seriously, there should have been a neutral narrator.

Then their were several other logical gaps. Naomi Misora, for example "prolonged" L's life in Death Note the manga , because Light didn't know about the deep connection between Naomi and L, which he could have used for his merits.

That can't be, because the official DN timeline states that L dies approx. There were several other logical mistakes which made me ask myself if the author had actually read the series at all, but the biggest mistake was this one: The novel introduces Rue Ryuzaki as a side character. Ryuzaki presents himself as a private detective.Many fussy readers detest the slight curve in the page a bookmark can leave.

First word is? I was thinking of a different possibility.

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He lived alone, working as a freelance writer. But what had she noticed?

Even if there had been no. I watched the anime.