The young white haired boy sat on the dark green carpet in the big room. He look no older then five, and was fixated upon a plain white jigsaw puzzle at his feet. Without looking up at L, he کہا "You must be L, I'm Near." L was amazed at how fluently he spoke Japanese, for he thought he would have to speak English around him. "Are آپ really L," Near said. "Or are آپ just one of his fakes." What did Near mean سے طرف کی one of his fakes? Oh yes, he had forgotten about the many times he had sent people out to pretend to be him. But how did Near know about this. "Yes, I'm L." he کہا "but آپ can call me Ryuuzaki."
"I'd rather call آپ L." Near said, somewhat coldly. He really is stubborn, L thought. Near began to fiddle with his hair, twirling it on one finger. "So Near, what exactly do آپ want me to do." L mumbled. Near paused for a moment before saying "I want آپ to teach me how to be your successor. I'm afraid I won't be able to do it. What am I supposed to do?" Near seemed worried when he کہا this. "Well, if your looking for some kind of secret to being a great detective, I'm not sure there is one." L said. All of the sudden, L's phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket with two fingers. "Hello there, Watari." L said.
"Why are آپ taking me out here?" Near کہا as L semi dragged him out to Watari's car. "You کہا آپ wanted to know what it was like to be a detective, right. Well we are going to Head Quarters." A smile lit up Near's face. L smiled back.