Detective Conan Novels & Stories

That made her ears big when she heard the word Detective. "You know Detective Won Kenji?" She asked him, wanting to confirm what she just heard from wearing that shocked face. "If you mean that Asian, height as a ruler and haven't solve any crime after long years of being in the authority, then yes. That's him." He leaned is side to the frame of the door and crosses his arms while looking at her with those usual eyes of his, no emotions to see.

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.

With Dylan reading his small signal and expectedly to the future detective of their gang, a diversion and improvise plan should set things right. Taking a deep breath out, Dylan surrenders. “Okay, I will look for any information that I can get with regards to their identity just to make you at ease, as I will investigate what happened last night.” Assuring his cousin as it knew how he works his way and the trusted one out of anyone for being a talented junior detective whenever he likes it or, he is in a mood. As the raising brand ‘Detective Conan’ whose wit is incomparable to any professional, taking the criminal justice studies of their University of Royal K

Logan protested. "Look," Conan said firmly. He kneeled next to the grieving detective and put his hand under Logan's chin and tilted it upward. "I've had to deal with a lot of gruesome deaths in my line of work. Trust me, you'll be relieved." Before the detective knew it, Conan dragged him off the scene. He tried to resist but Conan only shoved him down until they were beside the little girl once again. Who knows if she had witnessed what happened to her mother?

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?

I crouched in front of him, stroking his hair. “Hey, are you okay?” I caressed his blonde hair even more. As he lifted his head, I realized the child was Conan. His eyes, once one green and the other blue, were almost entirely covered by the dark nebula. “I did all of this, aunt...” He smiled macabre, with blood all over his face. “They're all my victims; I won't stop… I'll kill everyone; all will perish under my rule.

“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 relate

“I could never be mad at you.” Conan tilted his head slightly, watching me with an unreadable expression. Then he reached forward and ruffled Jayden’s hair, making him giggle again. “Why don’t you show me your drawings?” Conan asked, nodding towards the papers scattered near Jayden’s little backpack. Jayden’s face lit up. He scrambled across the rug, gathering his crumpled sketches with clumsy hands. As he launched into an excited explanation about each scribbled wolf and oddly-shaped tree, Conan listened intently, nodding at all the right moments.

He pleaded. "I'm not interested." I said in a serious voice, though it was shaking a little bit. "I’m here because I heard rumors of your detective report, then the hospital incident...The wolves.” My eyes went open in shock. I released him slowly. "How do you know that? He stood up, dusting himself off. "You're pretty strong and rough for a lady...but then again, you're a detective. I should have expected this much." My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?”

I had scrubbed until the skin was raw but the feeling would not go away and I did not think it ever would. The door opened and a detective walked in carrying a folder and a coffee cup that looked like it had been refilled too many times. She was older than me by maybe twenty years and had the kind of face that made you think she had heard every lie you could possibly tell her and a few you had not thought of yet. "Rin Nakamura," she said and sat down across from me and opened the folder. "I am Detective Chen and we need to talk about what happened tonight."