Detectives have always thought to be men. That was not your case...even more so that you were L, the world's greatest sleuth.
Of course, no one knew you were a girl or even if you existed. As far as most people knew, you were an urban legend. Only the top ranked policemen and goverment officials of the world knew of your existance. However, they never saw your face, as your assistant, Watari, was always the one they met in person. Watari would always conceal his face, and carried around a laptop that would link your computer-altered voice to those you wish to speak to.
Lately, you have come across a strange set of murders. They were all criminals, both in the underworld and in prisons all over the world. They have all been dying off by heart attacks. Now normally a heart attack is a normal way to die. It just happens to an unlucky person. But for multiple people to be dying off of it? And for all of them to be criminals? You don't buy it...
You were going through your clues when something catches your eye about the mysterious murders...
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