Detective Tsukauchi Novels & Stories

“Goodnight, you must be Akari-chan, nice to meet you. And you are…” He looked directly at me for several minutes. “You live on the apartments above the candy store right. I knew your uniform seemed familiar, my name is Makiba Jouji, your landlord’s grandson.” He politely offered me his card as I avoided looking into his eyes, ashamed at the fact that I did not even remember my landlord’s name. Written with golden letters below his name you could read Guidance Center Special Consultant. “Nice to meet you, I am Taoyama Naruki.” “I did not know you were friends with Matsubara-san.”

The world around us darkened. She gasped. Images flashed through my mind. A crown sinking through black water. A white wolf chained beneath a temple. Orochi drinking from the throat of a silver-armoured warrior. Then another face. Hayate’s. He stood before a sealed gate with blood on his hands. I released Tsukiko. She stumbled into the side of a car. Hayate caught her elbow. “What did you see?” Tsukiko stared at him as if he had become something else.

Even Saeko looks confused. “You have physical evidence?”. He says, his gaze trailing to my throat, “Your hospital records may count as evidence of assault…but why do I feel that is not what you are referring to?”. He puts down his chopsticks, then faces me again, scrutinizing me with one eyebrow raised. “Because it is not sir, I have a recording of Takahashi confessing his crimes”. Saeko looks shocked, did she actually believe I went in half-cocked?. Judging by the look on her face, she clearly did.

Just then, two SWAT officers dragged Makoto to the Tokyo Commissioner, announcing, "Commissioner. Takao Makoto of Inagawa-Kai." The Tokyo Commissioner glared at Makoto and growled coldly, "You've had it easy for too long, huh? Or just feeling suicidal?" Makoto quickly flashed an apologetic smile. "Commissioner… Are we sure there hasn't been a misunderstanding?" "Misunderstanding, you say?" The Tokyo Commissioner growled murderously. "How many men did you send to kill Tanya Sweet, huh?"

My eyes widened and I dropped my spoon when the headline appeared on the screen along with my ID picture and the school doctor’s. The young Senior Investigator Hibara is the prime suspect for the murder of Dr. Celina Marquez, according to our city’s most trusted consulting detective, Arthur Cake.

“I mean it. There’s something dangerous about that Dante guy. I can feel it. Like he’s not who he says he is, high schooler by day, killer by night.” Taiga rolled his eyes. “Oh please. He’s just a regular kid, like you and me.” Tatsuya sighed, grabbed a fruit, rinsed it, and took a bite before heading back toward the living room. “If you say so,” he muttered over his shoulder.

"Withdraw the applications. Freeze the asset transfers. Every legit front we just bought stops right now. We’re going dark." "Prosecutor Miller is expecting our audit reports by noon, Dom," Ella pushed back, her voice tight. "The state is demanding total transparency." "Transparency gets us killed, you idiot," Dominic snapped. Hugo stepped out of the shadows, tossing a glossy photograph onto the desk. "Ichiro Takahashi," Hugo said, his voice dead. "The Tokyo bosses just handed him the reins. He’s the current Chairman of the Yamaguchi-gumi." Ella picked up the photo, her jaw tightening. "Who is he?"

He was T, the invisible assassin who had been operating undercover in Japan and the United States for the past two years. He was called invisible because whether he was in control of the underworld or business, he operated behind the scenes and never appeared in public. Only in recent years has he started to show himself more often. Itou Tokugawa glanced around and walked up to them, saying to Maxwell, "Mr. Maxwell, I can overlook the fact that you killed Chiyoko, and I can offer the antidote for Miss Flora's poisoning for free. But we need to renegotiate the agreement, not just on the surface but also involving our Yota Gang's share of the underworld business profits..."

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.

he curiously asked as he started swallowing his food. "Um, Sorry. I can't tell you that." I replied nicely. As far as I can remember, he only got aggressive on the first day he woke up here but now, he's calmer than before. Not even news of him, trying to escape. Has he thought about something? I noticed that he's somewhat having a deep thought. How do detectives actually think? "Woah, this is a Japanese tea. Who bought it?" he happily exclaimed as soon as he took a sip. How come he has some immature attitude yet at the same time, clever?