Χίλια Εννιακόσια Ογδόντα Τέσσερα- Τζόρτζ Όργουελ

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.


After going up to his apartment, he heard a strange noise coming from his bathroom. He walked in and after short period he felt dizzy, probably from a hit in the head, he thought. The next day, the new to the job detective Sam Alan and his partner Tim Todds find Winson drowned in a tub of oil.
Their first thought was that who put him in that tub of oil... The result was bewildering.
They surely had to find the one who did such a crime.
The big surprise was meant to shock them all.
Through a big road, a car was coming directly to them. As it stopped, everyone was scared enough to tell it, as they didn't know who will get out of this weird car.
There were rumors that it was a senior police officer that came to town just to lead that particular case of Winston Smith.
The door opened, and some whispers broke the complete silence. His foot came out of the car then hit the ground. Everyone was standing in their positions without even blinking their eyes.
His face was remarkable. Remarkable enough for one officer to yell: ''God dammit, this is inspector Jack Clouseau!''
And another policeman came to add: ''And not anyone Jack Clouseau! The Steve Martin one!''
Everyone was laughing as the inspector was walking across the line just to see the policemen faces.
With his silly expression, asked for everyone's attention.
''Ladies and gentlemen, as you have well informed I am here for the case of Mr. Smith. But I'm so unhappy to announce you that due to personal (psychological) issues, I won't be able to lead this case.'' he said and he busted into tears.
And then, hardly continued: ''You know, after filming Pink Panther, snif, I had a fair with Beyonce. No one had a clue about that... But one day, as I returned back home from work, I saw Jay Z coming out of my bedroom. The worse part? He didn't wear trousers. So I realized that Beyonce's heart, is no long with mine. She cheated and I accept that. So now please excuse me, I had to go to my room and cry. You lead the damn case, find me the criminal and ... and do whatever you want. I AM OUT!