Novel & Cerita Case Closed Detective Conan

Killers do this all the time, prolly to scare detectives from finding them. It’s sad they don’t know who’s on the case. I reread the sentence in my mind again and scoffed; shoving the wet business card inside my pocket. The killer was well informed, the text was printed on the card, if it was written, I may have been able to get prints off it or find the owner of the handwriting. However, there was still one thing to do, the person who dropped the card might have prints on it, judging by the smartness of the killer; they might have placed the card using plastic gloves, but there’s no guessing in detective work. I had to run it for prints; now we had two leads, although they might both hit a

They all looked at each other as I waved them off. While they searched on their own terms, I would do the same on my own terms. I would search for answers. *** For days I dug for what I believed was the answer and came up to nothing. He was innocent. The mystery was no longer there. Conan was still in the clear. I couldn’t pin anything on him no matter how hard I tried. He had clearly covered his tracks well. Even my spies agreed with me. They had searched high and low but the man was good with what he had done.

He motioned for me to follow him when he saw me. We walked to a secluded spot, away from prying eyes. I could feel my heart beating faster in my chest. Conrad turned to face me, his expression serious. “There’s something bigger going on here, Lauren,” he said, his voice low. “Your mother’s case will never be solved by the police.” I stared at him, my blood running cold. “What are you talking about? How do you know that?” “Because the case has been closed,” he said bluntly. “The police department has already turned it stale. The rehab is back in operation as if nothing ever happened.”

𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 They officially closed Rina's case today. Just like that, after months of investigation, they stamped it as cold. The detective told me it was because there were no new leads, suspects or interests. The detective said it like he was ordering coffee. “Sorry, Signor Moretti. We’ve done what we can.” What they mean is, Rina wasn’t important enough to keep digging for. She was a servant, a liability, and a woman with a questionable record. Nobody cares to find out who wanted her gone.

The hum grew distant until it disappeared completely. I stood there frozen in the quiet that followed. The cold air pressed heavily around me, and my heartbeat pounded in my ears. The case was closed, just like that. Benjamin touched my arm lightly. “Come inside.” We walked toward the house. I didn’t say a word until we were sitting on the couch in the living room. My fingers twisted together in my lap. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. How? How did it end just like that? Five years, and suddenly the Commissioner just decided to close it? Police didn’t give up that easily, not when a case involved someone being killed. It didn’t make sense.

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.

“Roman, you shouldn’t have done that. There’s already so much happening. The detective is still circling me, and now you’ve frightened the mother of the boy he’s investigating. You could make everything more complicated.” “The case is closed.” I stare at him. “What?” “Permanently.” He says it the way he says everything final. “Mrs. Davidson has been strongly encouraged to let this go and count her losses.” He holds my gaze. “It’s done.” I look at him. “She lost her son,” I say quietly.

“Aria was released. The culprit turned himself in. The case is close to being officially closed.” He shrugged. “It was. Until the news was released this morning.” I frowned. “What news?” “The detective in charge of her case passed away this morning.”

I nod, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. That went a lot better than I expected. “Yeah. I think so, too.” I really hate to lie to him, but he left me no choice. This conversation with Matthew must happen, regardless of the consequences I’ll face with him. Walking into the station house, I saunter over to the coffee machine. I quickly poured myself a cup before making my way back to my desk. While taking a sip, I fail to notice Detective Simmons rushing to his desk. The entire cup gushing over my shirt drenching it entirely. I gasp out in shock and pain. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” I barely hear Simmons frantically say.

The older one couldn’t be more than fourteen, and the little one huddled in her lap crying was maybe three at best. The girls hurried away into the far corner on the other side of the toilet. I couldn’t see any bruises, at least from here. Please don’t let them have hurt these kids. “It’s okay. We’re here to help. I’m Detective Hibiki Konishi of the San Francisco PD.” Hibiki softly greeted, crouching down and offering his wallet that displayed his badge and license.