Genius-detective Novels & Stories

Everyone leaned in anticipation. “He was a werewolf.” “You’re telling me a what killed the man?” my supervisor asked, frowning like I’d just spoken in alien language. “A werewolf,” I repeated. At first everyone was quiet. There was total silence in the room. Then, snorts and laughter came in after. “Seriously?” one officer muttered. “You drunk again, Vale?” My boss leaned forward. “Detective Vale... have you been taking illegal drugs?” “I know how it sounds. But I saw it. Teeth. Claws. Regeneration. The man wasn’t human.”

"This will not do. This won't fucking do!" I had to speak to Chloe. Somehow. One way or another. But before that, there were pressing matters to deal with. Like fucking up Eduardo's life once and for all. **** "What have you got?" Cameron whirled around on my fucking chair, grinning like some fool high on laughing gas when I stepped into the office. "Admit it," He said, rising to his feet with a flourish, "I'm the best you've ever fucking had. I am a genius, the master of all investigators, the king of all fucking detectives. Admit it-"

Michael inclines back on the sofa while positioning his phone beside him and sighed internally. 'where could you be?' 'How can I find you, my love?' 'And what I'm doing wrong with this search?' All these reflections ran through his mind while he sat on the sofa in a swarthy room. Detective Michael Lewis was deemed one of the best detectives to solve mystery cases but this one took a turn for the worst as he could not find the woman he cared for so deeply. The moon rays shone softly through the blinds in the window while he stared out into space. suddenly a light bulb went on in his head as his face beamed with excitement.

Everyone, including the twins---Amanda and Tin---believes that he's the Sherlock Holmes of The Detective Tag firm. I, on the other hand, believe they're overreacting. "Besides," Brenna said. "You don't have to pay him the damaged you did to his car." My eyebrow raised. "What?" "He knows we're close. He said he already had it repaired." - I let out a deep sigh as Officer Rankin finally stamps my paper 'CASE CLOSED' about the recent case I handled about bank robbery. "Congratulations," He handed the paper back. "Another case solved."

This was too much. Archie held her small face and kissed her greedily. "Silly, how can I not pay for it?" Emma pushed his handsome face away and did not let him kiss her. "Quickly tell me, what kind of good news is it?" "We found the suspect called Heizi!" Archie said in a low voice, "Is this considered good news?" "Really?" Emma was instantly overjoyed. "That's great. If we can find him, we can find out who is the mastermind from his mouth."

"What are you being so arrogant about? Preston will fix everything in a moment! When that happens, you'll see how wrong you were!" Others chimed in at once. "That's right! Your leaving will only make the company better!" Amid their flattery, Preston smugly took out his phone, pulled up a script, and clumsily began importing it. As he entered the AI command, he looked at me with unmistakable triumph. "Now I'll show you how powerful AI really is." The next second, his phone emitted an even sharper alarm. Then came the AI's broadcast. "Error! Unable to run.

"Power on, Unit 1314," Dad said. As he gave the command, his tone wavered with hesitation. He wasn't entirely sure why he was saying it. He was just repeating what Bruce Harrison, the director of Elite Smart Academy, had told him to say. My eyes lit up instantly, like a screen on standby finally receiving a signal. I rose from my chair. My arms hung naturally at my sides, and my spine was perfectly straight. "System booted. Please state your command," I said mechanically.

“Five years savings… All gone…” Genie bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying as well. Pour soul... Miss Rowland was a distrustful person when it comes to the banks. She was keeping her money in a metal box, under her bed. The police were sure that the perpetrator was someone who once lived in the boarding house and knew about the old lady's feelings regarding the banks. Unfortunately, the police also thought there was little hope of finding the thief and recovering the money, although they hadn't said as much to Miss Rowland. Genie asked the detective not to bother her with such details.

I stood where I was, cold the whole time, not a word to stop him. A worker stepped forward, apologetic. "Ma'am, older AI units develop a willful, paranoid consciousness, which is why they defy their owners. We can replace him with a next-gen model, free of charge." I rubbed at my throbbing brow, weary. "No need. I've stopped expecting anything from these machines." The worker looked at me, guilt flickering across his face, and kept bowing. "I'm truly sorry, ma'am. Our product gave you a terrible experience. But I promise, the new model has built-in restraints, with no agenda and no paranoia, and if anything's off, one remote tap locks and destroys it. It stays fully controllable."

the subordinate responded to what the detective had said. "Hahahaha" the detective chuckled, wagging his head in pity, "Oh Watson, when will you learn? It's called see see TV. That's actually three words in fact" he said quite surprised by his own genius (purported). The subordinate had already realized by this time that there was no convincing him. Wagging his head too, the subordinate continued playing the video and it just so happened to be the part where I transformed. There was no denying it now. It was clearly me in the video and the transformation was caught clean on the CCTV camera. The video soon finished and the subordinate took the laptop away from my face. "So you were saying som