Conan Detective Ran Novels & Stories

"Rising Star Detective, Nathan Sloan, Cracks Another Unsolved Case—Nabbing the Culprit Behind the 715 Serial Murder Case!" In the attached photo, Nathan was looking at the camera while holding up an evidence bag. Inside it was the same serrated knife I'd marked as the crucial piece of evidence just this morning!

he commented. I opened my mouth to chastise him, but the words died on my lips as I realized the wolfhound had vanished from his post. "Shit!" I exclaimed. "Conan is gone!" Nicholas followed my gaze, his eyes widening in shock. "Where did he—" A chorus of horns and screeching tires cut him off as Conan was running down the street, jumping over the roofs of cars and causing a massive traffic jam in his wake. Without a moment's hesitation, we abandoned the food with Nicholas dropping dollar bills on the table as we dashed after him.

Jessica narrows her eyes at that. “Don’t tell me you’re involved in anything shady,” she says. “I’d hate to arrest someone on my night off.” Kai raises his eyebrows. “I run legal businesses and have no shady deals,” he replies. “And what about you? Do you work with the authorities?” “I’m a detective,” Jessica grins. “So, if you have any funny business, you’d better watch out!” She giggles softly, almost like a musical laugh. Kai is captivated by her voice, his possessiveness over her only increasing every second. His mate is a detective, impressive yet it makes him anxious. What if someone hurts her?

But then again, they will have their own in the right time. Jack just laughed as they waited at the stop light. “I don't know Detective. But it seems like his Moriarty is also mine? I mean, I am also suffering in the same light as he is.” At that they both laughed. Their small talk ended once they separated ways— with the detective heading to the police station and Jack heading back to the car. “Was that Olive?” Azrick asked once Jack closed the door. The young man nodded as he handed out Azrick's meal and they ate as they drove back to their office.

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

I can't relax. After Max left, a nurse came in, she was the one I assigned to investigate the whereabouts of Conan's body. She reported that there was not a trace of a corpse of this name in any morgue all over New York City. When she left it was a coincidence that ten minutes later, Hugo arrived. Those red roses he was holding doesn't seem right. It's as if he was holding it for too long and might have tightened his grip before he came here. Also, the smell of the roses was different. It was not fresh from a boutique. It was sure enough that he was coming from a different place before the hospital. A place where Conan could be.

Everything that happened yesterday was too fast and now they have the leads of who killed my mother. "Are you Nicholas Wilde?" This tall man with an all gray hair asked me. I nod. "I'm detective Connor." He extends his hand to me and I accepted it. "Are you Melissa Colin's son?" He asked as I pulled my hand away. I nod again. "Base from our witness, she saw the whole thing that day. Do you anyone that drives a blue Volvo?" He asked. My brows are creasing as I try to remember anyone I know who drives a blue Volvo. I try to remember who drives a blue Volvo around this town but I couldn't remember anything. I don't know anyone. I shake my head in response. I look over to Catherine whose eyes wi

She finally noticed him staring at her. "I bet you heard it from that lousy cliche romantic drama you're watching." He plays with her soft hair, twirling it with his index finger. "Yes, why am I even watching this?" She turned the channel and saw a CNN news report flashed on the screen. "... a news flash today, suspect of the Coulson Massacre, Collin Beaver AKA James Connor has been reportedly seen in an convenient store in Newark a few days ag--" Before the screen could even flash a CCTV picture, he took the remote and flipped it to another channel. "I'm so sick of hearing some murder news." He vomit that lied and stayed with some Asian fantasy movie to watch.

5 MINUTES LATER Lucy dropped the file back on the table “I’m done” “Hmm, so what could you deduce from the report? “ Lucy smiled “the killer was probably someone the victim knew since no form of struggle was recorded in the report and at the victim apartment there was no form of forced entry, so we can assume the killer is someone who the victim knew or is even close to since the killer was let into her bedroom, The killer is a drinker since particles of glasses that contained whiskey was found in between her flesh, so we can say that a whiskey glass bottle is the weapon of murder, The killer is obviously a special must probably a rogue special and the toxin found on her body was probably fr

A concubus was more sensitive than an incubus, he should be able to tell. They were consulting each other before acknowledging us. An attempt to make us feel powerless. A misguided one. Nothing can make a demon feel powerless. When they looked up, the detective seemed shocked. His deep blue eyes widened. Where did I know him from? “Miss Coto? I heard you were kidnapped. What are you doing here?” He asked. “Sorry, have we met?” I smiled. “Detective Gunderson. I was investigating a suspicious death about a month ago. I came to your home with Officers Ryan and Leeds.” He explained.