K reads a letter handed to him. It wasn't the letter that he had in his handbag but rather a letter sent by some thug.
"Mr. K your pointy nose has always troubled us throughout the year and now you have crossed the limit. Your conversation with Mr. Frieda has put us in dilemma and wish to see you as soon as possible the next time we sent you a letter it will be your death note."
"Quite, the letter. Nisha, you know about criminals. What can you make of this note?"
"Well, Mr. K I can see the man who wrote this letter wrote with his false hand as the letters are somewhat nonunderstandable. Perhaps his hand he used to write broke or something bad thing happened."
"It could be doctor Nisha."
"No, Mr. K a doctor can never write a meaningful letter as you could understand the whole text."
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