Detective Conan Novels & Stories

"The man's dangerous. We have evidence—" "Maybe," The new detective says, placing another folder on the table. “But explain this." He opens it. Several enlarged security cameras photos are pinned across the surface. One of them stops my heart for half a second. Then I spot the flaw. A man walking through a corridor. Same height. Same build. Same black suit. Same haircut. Same watch. At first glance, I'd swear it was me. The detective zooms in. "Notice the ears." I lean forward, feigning mild interest while my mind races ahead. "The ears," I repeat. "How delightfully specific."

The detective said. “Whose help?” Mitsuhide questioned, knowing where this was headed. The detective was going Kit to help him in some way. “I think Dr. Jones is the key.” The detective said. “Akechi,” Mitsuhide said absentmindedly. “Her last name is Akechi now.” “Fine, Dr. Akechi.” The detective chuckled. “I do think that if we had her in the room, it would spark a response from Cindy.” “It probably would,” Mitsuhide said as Kit sat up and looked at him. “The detective thinks that you would spark Cindy into saying something other than scriptures, which is what she is doing currently.”

It must be traumanizing for him to see her in covered of blood. "Wow... I'm still amazed at your deduction, are you the child version of detective conan?"Xyneth jokingly said making Xavy eyebrow meet. "Detective conan? Who's that? Is he also like me?"Xavy innocently asked her. She chuckled, "Yeah. Anyways I find it amazing when you can really know how to solve and analyze the situation." "How about you, Mama? Do you love analyzing some situation?" "No, I'm not good at analyzing situation. It's a pain in the ass, it would hurt my head if I think hard."Xyenth said making Xavy chuckled.

Detective Conan made his way through the dense undergrowth to the warehouse. He walked around the building, looking for a weak area through which he could enter unobserved. He discovered the fire escape that led to the second floor. The iron stairs were rusted and old, but they would last a while. He climbed the stairs slowly and silently. When he got to the top floor, he tried to unlock the door but realised it wasn't locked. He crept inside quietly, making sure the door didn't squeak.

Theo sighed and rubbed his forehead and put his hands on his hips. "Detective Conan, how nice to see you here," Theo said with a forced smile. "Yes, it is quite nice. And the two of you here together? Planning a heist?" He asked and I rolled my eyes, I never liked Detective Conan, from the time I got shot, up to now he's been on my neck trying to sniff me out doing some stuff, illegal stuff. "No, we're on a date. So if you would excuse us," I said walking away and he stepped in front of us.

I spotted the desk that read Conan at the same time Sacha did, trudging up to it with her as the man's head popped up, his eyes squinting as he stared at us walking towards him. "Miss Paul", Detective Conan greeted and I stared into the eyes of the man that had questioned me twice now, once with O'Connell and the second time with the lady detective. I nodded at him and he gestured at us to have a seat on the chairs facing him. I sat down primly, the words still reciting in my head. "I take it these belong to you", Conan said, bringing out my phone and my purse that had my ID in it. I nodded again.

Damien had left the house and was in his car driving to the place the detectives he just got off the phone with told him to come so he could identify the body. Damien drove his car at a high speed, but his mind were filled with thoughts about what was really going on. When Damien arrived at the scene he say the detective and his Partner Karl having a conversation while staring down at the body that laid on a flat board stiffened, and was covered with a white cloth. "Detective Conan," Damien called, and the detectives both turned to look at who the voice belongs to. "Damien, good to see you," Detective Conan said but then cringed

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

he told him and Matteo just nodded, thinking of what Spade wanted the guest list for, last he checked the man was a Don and not a detective. Spade could feel it in his bones that something was definitely amiss here, and something tells him that it's not just a coincidence that all those targeted were people close to him, and now the cops have his car in custody, everything was already forming a pattern and he could see from a mile away whose handwork this was Matteo relaxed back on the couch, the leather making a loud noise. Spade looked back at the laptop screen, whoever this mystery man was, they didn't even know half of what they were messing with.