Best Murder Mysteries Of All-time นิยาย & เรื่องราว

” I chuckled. Good man indeed! I clicked on the article. What is the perfect murder? Some may say that it is in the instances where police investigations lead them to arrest the wrong person and at the end of the day, the case is closed and everyone believes justice has prevailed while the criminal walks away scot free with no suspicion attached to their name. Others might say it is in the many cold cases that have the detectives in a bind. Then some think it is those whom we know committed the crime and yet there is no evidence strong enough to convict them of the crime so they walk free among us, haunting us with their presence and yet we remain helpless.

His eyes turned completely black, no white or iris visible, just endless darkness that seemed to pull light into itself. He snarled at me, the sound inhuman and terrifying. "Don't come any closer." The red mist thickened, filling my lungs with the scent of copper and decay. Something about it was wrong, unnatural, like magic that had been twisted into something it was never meant to be. My vision blurred at the edges, and suddenly I couldn't stay upright anymore. I collapsed. In that darkness between consciousness and void, everything came flooding back. Marcus laughing as he kissed my forehead. The pendant burning into my throat. Damon's guilty face as he stood there and watched. The massiv

Ruby looked at Dakota one last time before leaving. The hotel had to be closed for weeks. More than ten dead bodies were found in the hotel. Everyone in the engagement party of Olivia and Theodore were shot dead. Dead Soul was officially gone. But Blood Trouble was not able to enjoy their spot as the most powerful gang in Flyve City as they were later found guilty for almost all of their crimes due to an anonymous report that contained all of the evidences for their crimes. Flyve City was still Flyve City even after everything that happened as everyone eventually moved on.

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

It was the shopkeeper's wife, Roger's wife. "You?" I blurted out, startled. The police had insisted she didn't seem like the killer. She gave a small smile. "Surprised? I know the truth." "What truth?" I demanded, my voice tight with urgency. She paused, staring at me as if struck by something. Then a strange laugh escaped her lips. "No wonder. No wonder! Your nerves really are made of steel!" "What do you mean?" I pressed. "It was you who killed Edmund! And then you framed my husband! He's too honest, too quiet. He actually fell for your trick!"

“Who would put mint in a popcorn?” “I would,” Thomas intervened, shrugging. “Just to know what it tastes like.” “I’ll tell you what it tastes like: weird and not delicious.” “Shh! Shut up. The movie’s starting,” Leia shushed. Alice finally found peace when the movie started. It was a mystery where the detective was being played by a serial killer, leaving small clues in each of his victims. Alice liked mystery movies and comic books. It tickled her mind just like how science experiments did. It was a puzzle for her, a puzzle that was screaming and begging to be solved. However, she knew that it was different for murder cases. It was much more complicated.