Genius-detective 소설 & 이야기

"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

I nod, absorbing Micah's words. Our entire plan hinges on Jeremy and Leah's attempt to manipulate the fake prototype detector. It's a calculated risk, but the potential payoff is immense. Micah and I had meticulously designed the detector to serve as a trap. Fitted with a tiny camera, it captures both audio and video of its vicinity. Moreover, its surface can retain fingerprints. Any attempt to tamper with it would leave an imprint, tangible proof that Jeremy and Leah had tried to sabotage the investigation.

My name was Percy Wittington. I was a part-time dog feeder and trainer, as well as a senior at my college. I often posted dog-sitting and training services on the college forum, mainly for pet owners who couldn't bring their dogs home during winter and summer breaks. Today, I received an anonymous order. [Garden Community, Unit 1302. Please feed the dog tonight at 8 PM. Door lock password: 658732.] [No problem. That'll be 30 dollars per service,] I quickly replied, and the payment hit my account almost instantly.

Zane froze, unable to answer. Chase silently cursed the damned programmer. ‘What did he install in this thing? Some sort of mind-reading module? How the hell does it know I ate at a street stall last night?’ ‘Unbelievable.’ As if sensing its impending doom, AI Doc cheerfully chirped, “Mr. Gallagher, you probably didn’t know this, but my canine-level hyper-smell system can identify scents from long distances—and even across time! I only made that suggestion because I detected something on you!”

And she, for one, wanted no part in stealing such a mysterious grimoire to fulfill such stupidity. Jess noticed another detective trailing behind the woman, a man she guessed to be in his fifties. There was something familiar about him, a figure she had seen before but never interacted with. He was the head detective, renowned for his remarkable investigative skills. Though Jess knew little of the man, one thing was clear—she needed to keep her distance. Still, her curiosity held her gaze on them, unwilling to let go of the scene unfolding before her.

Brandon said, turning slightly toward Gabe, “I need to know how good is your PI? Can we trust the intel he brought?” Gabe nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “He’s exceptional. Not just by normal standards. He’s a gamma werewolf from a neighboring hunting pack. He can track, sniff out leads from miles away, and his instincts are never wrong. Everything he provided has been confirmed it’s the truth.”