Detective Manga Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute. I was utterly confused, but I wasn't complaining. The view was nice. "Hello Miss Leir. I am Detective Deckor and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind" He introduced, shocking me right out of my skin. "Yo-you're the detective?" I asked as he took a pen and notepad from his coat. "Yes, is there a problem?" He questioned with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I didn't answer, I just regarded him for a while longer. I didn't want to believe it.

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

Aidan interjected, breaking the silent standoff between Mars and the detective. The female detective smiled shyly and briefly lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushing at Aidan’s remark. But Aidan wasn’t in the mood to charm anyone. He turned his face away, expression blank. “Alright. First, you need to give us an alibi regarding last night’s gang war,” the detective began. “What gang war? We were defending ourselves,” Aidan replied sharply. “How do you know the Kagawa Yakuza gang?” the detective pressed. “I think that’s a ridiculous question. Everyone in New York knows about that Yakuza—you do too, don’t you?” Mars countered.

he says in a trembling voice as he turns to face her. "Wait, how can you be sure? Aren't you a detective?" Rose asks with frightened twitches in her eyes. Liam remarks as he approaches the door knob to unlock, "Are you nuts? ofcourse I am a detective and detectives do find some situations suspicious like this." Rose clenches her stomach and adds, "Haha....we are in the basement so obviously the place will be quiet," as she closes her eyes and expresses how funny she finds the situation. "Shhh....." Liam motions for the lights to be turned off and murmurs, "Someone's coming fairly down," as he turns his head away from Rose in response to his order.

CHAPTER 23 THE EMPEROR look at Zelia weirdly, "Detective Conan? Who's that?" Zelia chuckles, "He's an anime character and also love solving mystery crimes. There are also lot's of detective I know but you will just get confused. Anyways, let's get back to the real business." "Yeah..."The Emperor look at Reves and Mae,"... I'll leave that old man to you, bring him back I don't care if you might hurt him but don't kill him, I still have lot of business to do with him."He ordered as he clenched his fist.

At least they didn’t show ads for a vibrating massager and a dumb comedy show. The plot was not pleasant. Some girl was brutally murdered. Presumably, the unfortunate man was torn to pieces by a wild beast. The investigation of this case was assigned to Detective Jonathan Black. Then a rather attractive dark-haired man of about thirty appeared in the frame in an ordinary black T-shirt. Raised muscles played under the fabric every time the detective began to gesticulate in time with his words. - I wonder if he's married? - Emily asked herself aloud and immediately, smiling bitterly, answered: - What's the difference ?! Still, such a handsome man will not even look in my direction! - and with

“I didn’t have proof.” Quinn studied him. “Why this case?” For once, he hesitated. “I studied criminology,” he said. “We got a version of this case. It stuck.” It didn’t feel like the full truth. Quinn noticed, but let it go. “For now.” Damian stepped closer to the board, focus locking in again. “There’s a pattern,” he said. “Victims, locations… something connects them.” Quinn followed his gaze. “Then we find it.”

As they parked, a familiar figure approached. Dr Helena Vasquez, the dhampir medical examiner, had an olive complexion paler than usual against her black coat. "Detectives," she greeted them, her accent more pronounced under stress. "The scene is... unusual. Also, in saying that, they’re are quite a few unmated males inside as part of the team, your mates are going to have to keep their wolves in check, considering the changes in your scent, Ma’am.”