Novel & Cerita Case Closed Detective Conan

Detective Harris sat opposite me, leaning back in his chair with an indifference that was just insulting. “Mr. Gray," Harris said quietly, almost dispassionately, "we spoke with the neighbor who saw Tessa leave the house. She had a suitcase with her. Based on that alone, coupled with the complete and utter lack of evidence of foul play or a struggle, we are officially closing the case." "Closed the case?" I echoed, thoroughly incredulous. "You honestly believe that she just packed a bag and just disappeared? Just-just poof? Without calling anyone? Without calling me?”

Chapter 36: Case closed ETHAN After a few days, I contacted the detective in charge of the murder case asking for updates. “The case is closed sir, it was ruled a suicide.” She responded when I asked about the case. “Closed, why?” I answered surprised. “Could someone tell me what the hell is going on in this country? That woman was fucking murdered for God damn sake.” “The evidence we found on the scene after cross examination pointed towards suicide, she shot herself to death.” She explained.

Did Dustin really do something? “Mr. Grant, thank you for the clues you provided. We will be sure to figure out the truth of the case!” Ninian frowned. She thought that the case had been closed with no satisfying end. Had Dustin actually been looking into this? She felt touched, and Ninian held Dustin’s hand tighter. Conan asked in puzzlement, “Subordination of bodily harm? What did you do?”

ANDREW ~ “What the fuck do you mean you’re closing the case?!” Mason’s voice echoed through the room like a slap to the face. I sat still in the uncomfortable plastic chair, feeling the walls close in. The detective across from us—Detective Omar, same guy who’d barely blinked when I begged for answers three years ago—leaned back in his chair like he was already bored. “You heard me clearly, Mason. Don’t make me repeat myself.” “I don’t need you to repeat it,” Mason barked, standing now, hands clenched at his sides. “I need you to explain how the fuck a case involving a car accident that left a woman in a coma just gets dropped because it’s inconvenient.”

Detective Morrison looked tired when he came in, like he'd been chasing ghosts for years, only to find out they were dragons. "Mr. Sterling," he said, "I'm going to say we should close the case." "You found her." Not a question. "We did," he said. "Though I think you already knew that, since you have those Romano Enterprises files." I told him to sit, but he stayed standing, like he wanted to get the bad news out and leave.