Author Of Detective Conan Novels & Stories

With Dylan reading his small signal and expectedly to the future detective of their gang, a diversion and improvise plan should set things right. Taking a deep breath out, Dylan surrenders. “Okay, I will look for any information that I can get with regards to their identity just to make you at ease, as I will investigate what happened last night.” Assuring his cousin as it knew how he works his way and the trusted one out of anyone for being a talented junior detective whenever he likes it or, he is in a mood. As the raising brand ‘Detective Conan’ whose wit is incomparable to any professional, taking the criminal justice studies of their University of Royal Knights. “But it doesn’t change t

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A man stepped inside, his movement calm and unhurried. He was dressed in a dark suit that fit him comfortably. He carried no visible files, no clipboard, no folder. That unsettled me more than if he had. He closed the door behind him and sat across from me, leaning back slightly as if we were about to have coffee. He was so casual… “Hi,” he said casually. “I’m Detective Conan.” His voice was light and almost friendly. I nodded, unsure whether I was supposed to speak. He studied me openly and throughly.

I spotted the desk that read Conan at the same time Sacha did, trudging up to it with her as the man's head popped up, his eyes squinting as he stared at us walking towards him. "Miss Paul", Detective Conan greeted and I stared into the eyes of the man that had questioned me twice now, once with O'Connell and the second time with the lady detective. I nodded at him and he gestured at us to have a seat on the chairs facing him. I sat down primly, the words still reciting in my head. "I take it these belong to you", Conan said, bringing out my phone and my purse that had my ID in it. I nodded again.

The chief asked detective Conan. Detective Conan was quiet not responding to the question of the chief as he felt something felt unusual about that case. If the information he was holding in his hands were the accurately correct information, then that meant he got the wrong guy. "Who is the guy we got then if he was not the axe killer?" Detective Conan said and then walked out of the chief's office in fast strides. "And he's gone," the chief snorted, "I wonder why he always does that," he added.

Ryosuke said. Was Hoshino Nozomi involved with this? Cai Kang thought and read the biography. It turns out that it is a woman who was originally Chinese before gaining citizenship in Japan and became a veteran mangaka. He knew the person’s history but finding out his current favorite read is a clue, left him more confused than ever. “We should tell the others.” Ryosuke already got his phone out. Kurai smelled the blood on it even more but shook his head. “It’s too stale and the person is too far away. I can’t get a trace.” He said.