Novel & Cerita Conan Detective Ran

Conan smiled softly as he saw her scolding herself, he moved up the stairs of the porch and stood directly in front of her, he watched her check him out as she licked her lower lip, the action causing a stir in his pants again. He shuffled inside the tiny apartment as she let him in, leaving to retrieve the money for the now-soaked pizza. While she was gone, he let his eyes roam the tiny room, he was hunting for a clue of who she was, he was expecting framed pictures of her and her family. There was no way a lady like her was single, he was certain of it, though she had no ring on her finger. Lost in his exploration, Conan did not notice her stumble down the stairs in a daze.

The detective thought to just ran away and call for help but his feet felt glued on the floor. ‘Bron tu neto Sir ravyo forenso Portu harem mossuna! Domus, Domus, Domus!’ “DOMUS!” the nun threw her head back as she yelled the last word, her eyes flew open wide. Her whole body shook and the detective was quick to catch her before she hit the ground. She was catching her breath but her eyes never left Lucas’ body, who remained unmoving.

Nadia responded “ I am just a hair consultant” “oh bullshit” Cabrini interjected “No sir , you cut the bullshit detective” Nadia interjected “ what is it exactly you want from me. spill it so we can stop running around in circles“. The detective was now smiling, obviously happy about Madinni’s proposal. He sat back and hesitated for about a minute. He sneaked out a lighter from his pockets and just as he was about to light up his cigarette again, another huge man stormed into the room. He wore a long brown trench coat and was with a briefcase in his hand. He too had a funny moustache to compliment his face.

But…. “There is an issue I would like to discuss,” he said, his face turning serious. “We have noticed suspicious activity in the east… just a few days ago, Connor turned up dead,” he said. Connor is a dealer in everything illegal that they can get. “Do we have any leads?” I asked. He shook his head, “Nothing other than the fact that Kane and Noah had paid a visit to the east… might be a coincidence or…” “Plain execution,” I muttered.

I walked to the cabinet and quickly poured two glasses of whiskey before setting one of them on the coffee table in front of the detective. He looked at the glass, as if he suddenly began to suspect it might be poisoned. I shot him a look and took a drink from my glass. Then I sat in an armchair opposite the sofa. “Where's your partner, Detective?” Moore snatched his glass from the table and inhaled sharply. “In the hospital with a minor concussion,” he answered flatly. “What happened?” I didn't truly care, but he sure as fuck looked like he had to tell someone, even one he considered his enemy.

What’s my birthday got to do with this runaway ass? She finally roamed her eyes back to the photograph that Conan had put on the table. It wasn’t even a clear photograph - it was taken from afar, cropped from a seemingly large group photo from God-knows-when. Her eyes narrowed at the rugged, naughty face she saw, noting the smirk he had on his lips as he bit the bar pendant of his silver necklace. She could imagine how he could have been acting when he posed for the camera, and she didn’t feel particularly interested in seeing him, much less meeting him in person. Seems like a stupid playboy.