Detective Conan Hattori Heiji Mga Nobela at Kwento

He came up to us with a smile while pulling his travel bag. "Hey, Heiji-kun," Mama said as she hugged Heiji. "Heiji-kun genki? Anata no furaito wa dōdesu ka?" Papa asked and hugged Heiji. "It's good," Heiji smiled. Heiji is a mix of two races. His mother is Japanese, like Mama, and his father is Canadian. He looked at me, and I smiled a little. His body changed in size. Because his clothes are tight, I can see his bulging arm muscles. I can also visit his flat stomach, so I wonder if he has six-pack abs like Ryker. He is already an international model and went to the country to be a model for a well-known clothing brand here in the country. And he is so handsome—much better-looking with Ryke

Li Wei congratulated him when the clerk called his name to enter the audition hall. ++++++ The hall was spacious, smaller than the arena where Li Wei fought a while ago. There was a long table, and sitting behind that table were eleven haunted-faced. Ten men and one woman – of course, he is Suwa Hiromoto, a master in espionage and ninja. While those ten men, only Master Huo Xinyi Li Wei knew. The rest all looked unfamiliar. The woman opened the voice - Suwa Hiromoto. "Your name is Li Wei, isn't it?"

Her eyes were sparkling. “I… I don’t think I did.” “Really? That’s weird.” The shaman looked at her suspiciously. “According to nature, my unnatural arrest should be the turning point of something major.” “Like?” “Precinct cleansing, I guess? I don’t know. You tell me.” Conan and Hinata sat straight, their spines were straighter than rulers. Conan looked at Hinata suspiciously, gnashing his teeth. His lord had a reason for assigning him this case; he needed to watch it thoroughly so he could report to his master without any false information.

My stilettos clicked the polished marble floor on the way to Jeff’s side. “Wil,” Jeff said. He shouldn’t have seemed surprised to see me. “Gentlemen,” I addressed them. “I assume you’re here to see my client.” The younger detective, a slender Asian man with black tousled hair, politely introduced himself with a handshake. “Detective Yamamoto.” His wrinkled white shirt looked slept in. “He’s working with me on the investigation,” Jeff said looking me up and down. Perhaps I imagined the disapproval etched across his face.

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

Now, thinking of certain hypothesis like why would this guy knows such a thing. To be honest, I, myself, knew nothing about the rumor and how did they found out I'm after their DIAMOND. With minutes of deduction, finally summing up a conclusion that this guy I'm dancing with tonight is no other but a 'Detective'. His presence is quite rare or it shouldn't even exist in my WORLD. "Who are you?" I asked as I bowed my head, not wanting to meet his gaze. "I'm Detective Kaizi Hirogome." was his response.