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 ব্যক্ত "You must be L, I'm Near." এল-মৃত্যু পত্র was amazed at how fluently he spoke Japanese, for he thought he would have to speak English around him. "Are আপনি really L," Near said. "Or are আপনি just one of his fakes." What did Near mean দ্বারা 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 ব্যক্ত "but আপনি can call me Ryuuzaki."
"I'd rather call আপনি L." Near said, somewhat coldly. He really is stubborn, এল-মৃত্যু পত্র thought. Near began to fiddle with his hair, twirling it on one finger. "So Near, what exactly do আপনি want me to do." এল-মৃত্যু পত্র mumbled. Near paused for a moment before saying "I want আপনি 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 ব্যক্ত this. "Well, if your looking for some kind of secret to being a great detective, I'm not sure there is one." এল-মৃত্যু পত্র said. All of the sudden, L's phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket with two fingers. "Hello there, Watari." এল-মৃত্যু পত্র said.
"Why are আপনি taking me out here?" Near ব্যক্ত as এল-মৃত্যু পত্র semi dragged him out to Watari's car. "You ব্যক্ত আপনি 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. এল-মৃত্যু পত্র smiled back.