Novel & Cerita Genius-detective

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

He almost had to burn the midnight oil to get his degree. Robin nodded, his face full of envy. "The information I found is like this." "Heh..." Gilbert sneered, "The more people like this, the more likely they are to commit high-IQ crimes. He can understand people's minds, that's why we can't find any clues." Robin: "..." The situation was at a stalemate. The three sat in silence. Suddenly, Robin's phone vibrated, breaking the silence. "Mr. Dawson." Patrick said, "I found shoulder pads in the hotel. Shoulder pads. Ask if they belong to Benjamin?"

I feel everything he says is true. "How can I believe in you? And by the way, I don't get your point that everything is connected to Cinyla and me. How can it be?" he asked Joshua busy staring at his paper. "What are you doing?" Sir BenChua approached him and looked at what he was doing. I also got closer and saw his notes with a code I couldn't understand. "I can answer your question when I get the gifts again. This is a serious matter, sir. I am not here just to relax. I am here as a detective to investigate and find the mastermind."

Dylan questioned her. Giselle was taken aback, “M-My father?” she asked anxiously. Fear nipped her spine. “Don’t act,” Hunter sneered and poked her forehead with his gun hard drawing out a whimper from her mouth, “You’re Detective Storm’s daughter, aren’t you? Why is your father helping him?” “Because he wants to get his hands on the Mafia, duh.” Giselle snapped. His question was so stupid that she couldn’t help but rolled her eyes.

Ah a worthy opponent, game on" She goes back to her game a bit excited and not knowing where this unknown person is but she is anticipating working with him. Newyork city Gemini smiles when she got alerts that Ai is trying to hack into her wall and ofcourse met it very unmovable and then she waited 3 hours to watch the progress but ofcourse AI relented, Gemini just smiled and write her name down , her address on the book before dropping back inside her drawer where she brought it out from, and went back to her game , all the while congratulating herself. " Now blood hound you just have to make enough money"

In a matter of minutes, 20 thousand dollars hit my account just like that. I was the one who'd asked for a divorce, so of course my wife's mother, Connie Bronson, couldn't wait to see me gone. Ever since Shawn Quill started showing off his so-called lie-detecting skills, my reputation had been completely trashed. After I got a vasectomy, my recovery hadn't gone well, and I'd gone to the urologist a few times. Shawn had twisted that into "proof" that I had some disgusting STD.

My sister, Cindy Gardner, and I are fraternal twins. She gets to be the elder sister because she comes out one minute before me, making me the younger brother. Luckily, there's little difference between us when it comes to intelligence. Throughout our school years, one of us always ranks first, and the other comes in second. But after three years of competing in high school, with me coming in second every time, I calmly agree to keep her secret about dating a delinquent named Rodney Sloan. Then the guaranteed-admission spots to Belton University, the country's top university, become available. Our homeroom teacher calls Cindy and me into her office. "There are two guaranteed-admission

The confessing codes need a master to handle them. They cannot be interpreted by one who is an amateur of the craft. Everybody confesses everything, their deepest crimes and fears in everyday language. For a code-breaker it is simple to follow the trail and expose them all. Gemma was one of the linguists who could break them. Some saw what she did as magic, yet in truth she was partnered to the positive universe, a tool of the divine force and saw nothing special in herself. She was as natural as the trees and the fish in the oceans. Yet in the "junk" speech, the ad libs and the stories people tell, in their creative flourishes, there are clues. Much is actually junk, fears of nothing and mi

“Tch! he's sleeping again. Hey wake up! hey, Eros, wake up.” At first, i thought he was just a like fool-lazy police man. However, i didn't think he was as good as the detective i met. “Then do you have any idea who the suspect is?” I asked him when there was a commotion in Sir. Rohan's house. I thought he had nothing to answer me and that's all he was but... “There is.” His answer. And i suddenly realized that he's something and a very genius detective. *** “Hey, you, how do you make sure he's the one who did that?”

He knew that they needed to tread carefully if they were to uncover the truth behind the betrayal, and he was determined to leave no stone unturned in their quest for justice. Theo, the tech genius, tapped away at his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he accessed the club's security footage. With his unparalleled expertise in all things digital, he was determined to uncover any clues that might lead them to the perpetrators, no matter how well they thought they had covered their tracks. As he sifted through the data, his eyes narrowed with determination, his mind already formulating a plan to track down the culprits and bring them to justice.