What's fascinating is how this trope shifts with the medium. In video games, you are the unreliable investigator in titles like 'Disco Elysium'—your skills, your thoughts, even your own psyche argue with you and mislead you. In film, 'Memento' is the ultimate expression, with its backward structure forcing you to investigate without the tool of short-term memory. The book version, 'Memento Mori' by Jonathan Nolan, captures that same fractured, desperate investigation where the narrator's notes to himself are his own worst enemy. The core thrill is the same: the tool you rely on to find truth is fundamentally broken.
What about 'The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle' by Stuart Turton? The narrator is literally inhabiting different witnesses' bodies over the course of a single day, trying to solve a murder. His unreliability is multifaceted: he's suffering from amnesia about his own identity, he's influenced by the personalities and physical states of his hosts (a coward, a drunk, a nobleman with biases), and his memory resets each 'loop'.
He's an investigator whose very tools of perception—sight, memory, emotional response—are borrowed and unstable. You can't trust what he sees or feels because it's filtered through another person's lens. The investigation is as much about him piecing together his own shattered consciousness as it is about the crime.
Paul Tremblay's 'The Cabin at the End of the World' plays with this in a terrifying way. The 'investigators' are the protagonists, a family trying to figure out if the strangers who have invaded their home are terrorists, cultists, or telling the truth about an impending apocalypse. Their narration is fractured by panic, disbelief, and the desperate need to protect their child.
Their perception of events—what's real, what's a threat, what's a rational response—is completely unreliable because they are in an extreme, surreal stress scenario. The reader is trapped in their crumbling subjective reality, trying to investigate the truth alongside them, with no objective foothold. It's investigative paralysis.
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I quit and dipped. City threw a parade.
Only Jenna Blake—my oh-so-gifted junior who claimed she could "see through killers' eyes"—lost it.
At her celebration banquet, she went full drama queen:
"I owe everything to Kate Mercer. Please, bring her back!"
I laughed. Cold. Not happening.
Last time around, I was the hotshot detective. But every clue I found? She dropped it first like she read my mind.
People started saying I was washed.
So I went all in—three months, no sleep, cracked a massive trafficking ring. Led the raid myself.
She beat me there. Again. Place was cleaned out.
Boom. She's the city's golden girl.
I'm the clown with no game.
Pressure got ugly. My head snapped. I died chasing the last scumbag.
Then—bam. I woke up. Same day. Raid morning. Round two.
A series of past murders catch the attention of the police and the media.
All the people who were killed were women, all of which had some sort of relationship with a well known and successful businessman named Asriel Parker.
For some reason, the murders all point to him as the number one suspect and connection between them. The reasonable thing to do is to put him behind bars but there is one problem.
"Everyone is innocent in the eyes of the law until proven guilty."
There isn't a shred of evidence that actually pinpoints Asriel Parker as the culprit.
With that statement in mind, Selena March, a good police officer and detective is sent undercover as his live-in Personal Assistant to dig up whatever information she can use to put the murderer behind bars.
Selena has no idea what she signs up for but she knows for a fact that falling in love is not part of the whole 'undercover' mission
"He's gone, Elizabeth," her captain Charles Johnston tells her. Elizabeth blinks back her tears. Her face full of shock and disbelief. Her frozen stare interrupted by his words. "He left his badge." "There's no way," she thought. He wouldn't leave her like this. No warning, no phone call, no letter. She was more to him than that or at least so she thought. That conversation has plagued her for 3 years. For 3 long years, Detective Elizabeth Ryan tried to shut out him, to finally be able to move on. But just as she does, he abruptly returns seeking more than what either of them anticipated. Will Elizabeth be able to forgive him, or will the past be too much to swallow? What happens when life throws her too many twists to handle?
Murder Inquiry is a crime fiction, whose plot is about Edwin Wolfgang, a rich New York based banker, who gives out loans for which he accepts artworks as collateral, but kills his customers before they are able to pay back the loan. And a FBI agent attached to the New York field office, who's charged with the task of bringing Mr Wolfgang to book. The story is set in three cities, in three different continents, and is full of twists and turns from the killing of Wolfgang's last two victims, up to his eventual arrest.
I'm Caleb Jennings. When I announce my early retirement, everyone in the city cheers. Only Nathan Sloan, my junior from the police academy, who claims to be able to see things from the criminal's perspective, panics at the news.
During the party organized in his honor, he openly states his intention to find me.
"I owe my success to the guidance Caleb Jennings has provided me all along. I hope everyone can help me find him and bring him back into the police force."
Scoffing, I choose to ignore that.
…
In my previous life, I was the celebrated captain of a criminal investigation team. Yet, whenever I uncovered a clue, Nathan, a rookie in the city police department, would announce it first, beating me to it.
After multiple incidents like this, everyone started saying that I was past my prime.
To prove myself, I worked myself to the bone for three months before finally locating the hideout of a human trafficking ring. However, when I arrived on the scene with my team, Nathan had already swept through the place.
He was launched into stardom, becoming the rising star detective that everyone adored.
As for me, the public mercilessly tore me apart, labeling me as incompetent and shaming me.
Due to the pressure from work and the negative public opinion directed at me, my mind was distracted. I ended up getting killed while hunting down the remnants of the trafficking ring.
When I open my eyes again, I find that I'd gone back in time—to the day we launch a raid on the human traffickers' hideout.
There are three things Samara Culkin loves: her father, wearing high heels, and being a detective. But in a world where being a female officer is considered weak, she struggles to find a place where she feels truly belong. Determined to prove The Detective Tag firm that she is worth it, she sets out to solve one of the biggest cases the city of Los Angeles has ever seen.
There are three things Clayton Jones likes: his car, detective skills, and the female detective who happens to catch his eye—Samara. As an expert and well-known crime officer, he is given the chance to work with her; a one-time possibility that rarely happens. The only problem is that she hates him. And he does not know why.
The Detective Tag is a crime fiction with a twist of romance. Join Samara and Clayton—all the bitterness, dislikes, and romance in between—as they dive into the world of crime cases and murder investigations.
Well, maybe a bit of finding love, too.