Novel & Cerita Edogawa Conan

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

The chief asked detective Conan. Detective Conan was quiet not responding to the question of the chief as he felt something felt unusual about that case. If the information he was holding in his hands were the accurately correct information, then that meant he got the wrong guy. "Who is the guy we got then if he was not the axe killer?" Detective Conan said and then walked out of the chief's office in fast strides. "And he's gone," the chief snorted, "I wonder why he always does that," he added.

And this bastard raised her to be a killer, and I’ll never forgive him for that. The man scoffed, slowly rising from his seat, coming closer to the cell door. “And who the hell are you, boy? I don’t remember seeing you last night.” Takashi narrowed his eyes at me. “I am Konishi Hibiki. The one that tipped my captain off on your location.” I smiled.

His hair was still as silver as ever, his face looked a little older but still as sharp and cunning as ever, his eyes had an empty grey look that seemed to see through flesh and bone. He wore a large cloak that was designed with wolf skin, his hands were resting on the arms of his chair, and he had a small smile on his lips as he saw Konan. Konan froze, as he tried to catch his breath, his legs trembling as he stared at the man he thought he had lost forever. “Grandfather?” he whispered, his voice breaking, his eyes slowly filled with tears. The years he had spent grieving, the years he had spent believing Conoron was dead, all crashed down on him, and he fell to his knees, his hands shaking

Slowly, cautiously, he reached for the handle and pulled the door open. The attack came fast. A blur of movement. Steel flashing in the dim light. Adrian barely had time to react before instinct took over—he twisted to the side, the blade grazing his arm instead of sinking into his chest. Pain flared—but adrenaline drowned it out. The attacker lunged again. Adrian stumbled back, grabbing the nearest object—a metal candlestick—and swinging it with more force than precision. It connected. The man staggered—but didn’t fall. There were more of them.

Based on my estimation, this person was most likely Shingen from the Shinto Way…" Harvey picked up his antique glass and took a sip. "And then?"

Ryosuke Kondo was a powerful genius in the ninja world, one seen only once in a century! Ryosuke Kondo's quick draw technique had even reached the point of perfection. In terms of disguises, Ryosuke Kondo was no match for Nine-Tails, but if it was a comparison of combat power, ten Nine Tails could not compare to one Ryosuke Kondo! The conclusion had been written long before the opening.

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.

Resting on his hip was a single, long Nodachi a curved greatsword. "You bring the filth of the crust into the heavens, Anomalies," the Shogun’s voice resonated, smooth and perfectly synthesized, echoing off the invisible atmospheric dome above them. "You shattered the Marianas with brute force. You cracked my floorboards with reckless momentum. But you cannot outrun precision."

I scoff. She knows who I'm working for. After all, she's being hunted by Odin. Kuma Hiroshi works for the police as a detective and keeps tabs on criminals wanted by Odin. From what I heard, Hiroshi was part of a yakuza before becoming a cop; his name means Bear, so he was prominent as a bear. Almost the same build as Snake, though I only heard from Odin. I have yet to meet the guy in person. I don't know the whole background story, but he left because he promised his deceased mother to live his life the way he wanted. So, he's married to an elementary school teacher and has three kids. "You make me sick. You are still lucky I haven't fucking killed you."