Detective Conan Hattori Novels & Stories

“Don't worry, we are currently on it, he should be arrested before the end of tomorrow. Detective Conan reassured. “Max Sanders will not go scot-free. Not on my watch at least.” “Very well then. I will take your word for it.” Detective Conan stood up. “Alright, I have to be on my way now. I will inform you about any latest development.” “I will be expecting it,” I said, as we shook hands. “Thanks for your service.” Moments after the detective left, my phone vibrated with a call from Liam which I answered. “Hey, brother,” He uttered, and I scoffed. “How's it going?” “Good,” I replied, deciding to ignore everything that was related to Max Sanders and his barbaric acts. “You? How's work?”

Eric’s POV "Hello, Mr, do you mind if we ask you any questions, My name is Detective Conan, and this is my partner Karl, " the detective said while pointing to a short sturdy man who was his partner. The detective looked tall about 6ft2, which is probably why his partner was looking too short. I was quiet because I didn’t feel like talking, so it was only harry that kept replying to the detectives questions. "What is your relationship with the victim," he asked and Harry gave him a short reply.

It was just that Hattie was a regular person who did not know these things. “Ha ha ha!” Suddenly, a maniacal laugh could be heard. Lucas fixed his gaze in that direction and noticed that it was nobody else but the Scorpion Guardian before him. “Miss Hattie, I’ve finally found you!” Looking at the Scorpion Guardian, Hattie’s face instantly paled. “What should I do, sir?” Hattie knew the Scorpion Guardian’s strength. The Scorpion Guardian was a Rank 3 Evolved One, an incomparably tyrannical existence.

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.

“I have no idea if you know this, but… A detective who uses his deductive powers to corner a suspect, and then does nothing to stop them from committing suicide—” “—is no better than the murderer himself,” Albert completed. “It’s quite funny, now that I realize its meaning.” “Jimmy Kudo probably has a lot more to say if he is a real person and is present here,” I added and finally stepped out of the clubroom. Just as I stepped into the light, my phone rang with a call from an unknown number. “Hibara, speaking.” A voice altered with a changer laughed on the other line. “Hmm… I heard that your team closed another case again, Hibara.”

They were all shocked. “Could it be someone of a top rank from Central Harbor?” Conan’s eyes lit up in realization. Brian was one of the most influential figures in Hattan. If he was acting so humbly, the person who had arrived must be someone of very important standing. “If we could get to know that person through Mr. Lee, the Langley family could break out of Hattan!” Conan declared gravely. All the Langley family members looked excited at the thought.

“It is quite long. I was so shocked to hear about your arrival. Had to ask my people to arrange a meeting with you.” “Ah,” Conan was quite surprised to hear and to see the old friend. “I don’t expect to see you here.” “Let’s talk inside the office, shall we?” Conan followed. “Oh yeah, deputy chief Nike Salamon.” “Please, speak, Chief Hinata.” “Bring the girl inside my office.” “I understand.” He bowed at the chief and Conan respectively. Leaving them alone, Conan and Hinata proceeded. A few moments later, sitting on the available leather couch, the chief brewed a cup of tea, putting the cup in front of him. The hot vapor fluttered in the air, on top of the hot tea.

Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari." "What?!" Takanashi was startled. The one who asked this question was the other chef, Jun Satou (the one with blonde hair and a long bang) since he had heard their conversation before. There were only three guys on the back and Popura had gone out to the front to do her job again so they could talk freely.

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.

The girl’s name was Yuri Kirisawa, now Phantom XIII of the Hati elites. In Shinjuku, located in the Tokyo district of Japan, was the headquarters of Hati. The headquarters looked like any normal place of work – looking almost like an ordinary office building. But the members of Hati, as well as the top government officials of Japan who knew about Hati’s existence knew better; things are not always as they seemed.