Detective Conan Jimmy Kudo Novels & Stories

"We heard you were working your first day today!" "We're all big fans of your Estagram!" "That coat is beautiful. Like, seriously beautiful." "Hello, Yuki!" There was Jim—tall, quiet, with round glasses and a shy smile. Kyo, whose hair was slicked back and who had the cocky confidence of someone who probably fronted a band on weekends. Hana, sweet and soft-spoken, who offered me matcha candy from a ceramic tin frog. And then there was Queen—or as her name tag proudly declared, Kween.

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.

A man stepped inside, his movement calm and unhurried. He was dressed in a dark suit that fit him comfortably. He carried no visible files, no clipboard, no folder. That unsettled me more than if he had. He closed the door behind him and sat across from me, leaning back slightly as if we were about to have coffee. He was so casual… “Hi,” he said casually. “I’m Detective Conan.” His voice was light and almost friendly. I nodded, unsure whether I was supposed to speak. He studied me openly and throughly.

However, the head of the Ito family, Yahiko, had also lost both of his legs. Behind this matter, there was an extremely powerful master who had killed countless ninjas and even saved Sophie and Jaime. Could it… could it have been Charlie?! At this time, Charlie pointed at Donald before he asked Carmen, “Do you know that Donald has a son named Kian, who was in Aurous Hill some time ago? Do you know that he is a poop-eating monster who has the urge to eat shit every hour?” The expression on Donald’s face turned extremely pale in an instant!

“Expelled from school again. Besides, I heard the rumor of a guy from China who beat the shit out of that kendo enthusiast who wouldn’t shut his trap. I had to see if it really is you.” “You know the guy?” Cai Kang inquired. Kurai shook his head. “Nope, but I heard rumors of him.” Everyone else who was silent as they watched what they thought was someone trying to commit a murder turn into a reunion between friends. “Why did he call you Kame?” Noriko said after wiping her hands together, approaching the two with no fear. The hole is already filled back and evened out.

Curiosity piqued, she moved closer, recognizing one of the voices as Nathan’s. “...have to be more careful, Nathan,” a voice with a distinct Japanese accent said. “Kim-sama will not tolerate any mistakes.” Isla’s heart raced. She peered around the corner and saw Nathan deep in conversation with a man she recognized from earlier in the evening. It was Yuta, the personal bodyguard of Kim, the Japanese gang leader. He came to the event with Nakamura. Nathan’s voice was low but urgent. “I understand, Yuta. But the Rinaldis are suspicious. They’re not as easy to deceive as you think.”

The men spread out and quickly surrounded Kaze and Collier. One of them, in a black uniform and a headband over his forehead, stepped up and said coldly, “Kaze Lee, I am Senji Kadota from the Refined Blade Clan. I heard you have taken Anzu Okita. You have one minute to hand her over and I will take her away, or else I will level Bronze Sparrow to the ground and make this place your grave!” Senji peered down at Kaze condescendingly as if he were looking at a dead man. He did not take Kaze seriously at all.

"Ah, my precious body got all revealed in front of that jerk." Jim is here at a restaurant with his girlfriend, Judy. They're spending their time happily until the real mess comes to exaggerate their precious time. Jim is looking into Judy's eyes when JK interrupts them. He receives a stern look from Jim. Being shameless, after pulling out a chair, he sits on it.

“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.”

"What kind of creature are you?" "I don’t know." "Sir, this creature wanted to steal your painting." the main guard said. "What?! It's not true!" Jimmy waved his hands. "He is lying!" "I'm not!" "SILENCE!" the king shouted. "You have not answered my question." he looked at Jimmy. "What are you? This hair...I have never seen such a colour before." "I said that I don’t know." Jimmy shrugged and jumped when he saw his eyes shifting to red.