Question

Vrea o compunere în engleza despre rezolvarea unui misrer. Va rog.

Answer 1

In a noir town, there was a detective. He solved many cases, even though he still wasn't that famous around there. He likes to be anonymous. But once, a murder happened. It was his first. A close friend of the victim came to the detective. 
"Oh, something terrible happened!" She said. "What, What happened?" The detective asked, confused. "My dear, dear Tim! He-He was murdered..." She said, her voice cracking as she continued talking. The detective was silent. "I will help you solve this mystery, and catch the murderer, but tell me, where were you?" He asked, suspiciously. "I was coming home from the shop, and I saw him on the ground..." She said, wiping the tears off of her face. "Alright now, bring me to where the crime was committed." They came to Tim's house. It wasn't much, it was very small even. As she looked at Tim she started crying and turned her face away. "Now now, no crying. I will find the murderer in a bit. I just need evidence." He said. "Alright, I'll let you do your thing.." She replied, walking off, sobbing. The detective looked around and found a knife, it was roughly thrown into the wall, it was like the thrower didn't mean to throw it in the wall, but in someone even. "Hmm..." The detective took it with his gloves and sealed it in a bag. He walked further and saw some bottles shattered. He sighed. He got back to his office, all he had was a knife. He inspected it, examined it, and tried to get the fingerprints. Nothing worked. But, there was something. The knife had blood on it, so whoever blood it may be, that person would be the first suspect. He examined it. "Hmm? Jason Lord? We've got a one." The detective went to Jason's house, he knocked. He opened. "Excuse me?" he said. The detective replied. "No, but I may seem not with a good cause, for you. Don't panic. I'm not the police. I'm a detective. I will ask you some questions." "Alright." Said Jason. They walked inside and sat down. "Now Jason, where you at Tim's party yesterday? Or whatever it was." "Yes." Replied Jason. "What did you see there?" "I mean, everything was fun until this one guy came in and busted it, he shot me in the leg! We don't know who he was, but I assume he killed Tim." "Why's that?" "Cause he had a weapon..." "But you lied about something. He didn't only shoot you, he or someone else stabbed you." "How would you know?" Asked Jason. "Well, I'm a detective. So what else do you know about the party Jason?" "Nothing else, I ran out after that." "Well, thanks for the information, suspect." The detective walked out. He then went back to his office, and thought a bit, after seconds, and an idea appeared. He came back to Tim's house, he saw the gunshots in the wall, he walked into the attic and found a hammer. He went back downstairs and busted the wall, down on the ground, he found some bullets. "Aha.." He said, then going to his office. He examined them, as he was an expert in guns, he knew what that bullet was from. It was sold in a gun store, near his office, and it was from an M9 pistol. He went there. "How can I help you?" The Cashier asked. "In one way, tell me who bought M9 bullets yesterday." "Alright, wait a second, why should I tell you that?" "Cause I'm a detective." "How does that change anything." "Give me the information, or you'll be dealing with the police, cause that license over there, it doesn't seem legit." "What? No, it's real, man." "Really? Can't fool an expert." "Alright, alright... There was one guy actually, he bought one round of M9 bullets." "Alright, do you have footage of him." "Yes." "Give it to me." The Cashier gave it to the Detective and the detective went to his office. "The criminal of the town, Maxwell Verdugo. Alright then." He went to Verdugo's house. "Open up." The guards didn't let him in. "Hey boss, we have a problem here." They said. "Yeah? Let me see.." Verdugo walked out. "You didn't change much." The detective said. "Alright, let him in." They walked in and sat in Verdugo's living room. "OK, what do you need?" "All I need is you to respond, did you bust Tim's party?" "Me? Bust a party! Actually, if I think about it, I did bust a party yesterday..." "Did you kill Tim? Tell me honestly." "No, I didn't kill anybody." "Mhmm, alright, you're lucky I trust you." The detective walked out. There was one last suspect. "But where did she go?" He was looking for Tim's wife. "Alright, it makes sense. The wife let Tim throw a party, they had fun, but when his wife came back home, she came back home with a certain Criminal to scare the guests off, or even witnesses, Tim wouldn't know who did it, no hard feelings. Then as Tim was distracted, she did it. Wow." The detective called her, to tell her that he's found the murderer. "I have succeeded." "Oh my! Who is it?" "Well, who'd you think? Except you?" "Well, you won't ever catch me, cause nowadays, helicopters exist." She took off, leaving the detective speechless, standing in his office.