Genius-detective Novels & Stories

How can a person be so clean without a bit of relevant information? Renea exited the website, logged on to another private detective network, posted a task, and immediately someone replied. B-shop: “What do I need to check?” Renea clicked on Barnie's profile and looked at it. Realizing that he was just a one-star detective. Nameless: “I'm sorry, you don't have enough stars. I need a five-star detective.” Barnie: “What? Are you looking down on me? You didn't even say the task, how do you know I can't accomplish it?”

With a curt nod, Young-Jae scurried behind the counter to make the chamomile tea again while she fished her phone out, deciding to toy with him a little more. Young-Jae's phone dinged and he flinched very slightly but clicked on the notification thinking it was another comment on his cam account. JAEMINMIN: Hey :) MINYOUNG-JAE: hi JAEMINMIN: How are you? I just got a break at work.

by the way, you win that game by cheating but he is also cheating that why I can't do anything to you. Ariel:- if you look closely his card is special because it was cover with thin shit of higher number card. he just has to show others that he is a winner due to the depression of losing people lost their focus from his card and he easily getaway. only cool minded people can find out what is wrong, he was the founder if anyone knows about it then his business is over. loriana:- that not my problem to find out who is a cheater or not. so you want the job. I can give you one. how about the detective. I am a secret detective. how about you become my assistant

“The one who would spy on Mrs. Barnes is Delilah and Emery.” Delilah and Emery are Lunatte’s fourth and fifth children, respectively. Both have extraordinary detective abilities. Awarded for their intuition, that is always right. The ability to ‘guess’ about what happened in the past and the future is always right on target. Both of them also have a very great memory, qualified observation skills, deductive analytical skills, and an understanding of the body language of the subjects they investigate. These two are indeed the most suitable to be sent on this important task. “If you need any information or any needs related to IT, you can contact us. There is Baylor who will always be ready to

I do have the dark aura, all killers have it, whether we kill good people or bad people, the aura stays with us, it doesn't leave our bodies, it stays with us forever, until we grow old and die on our own. I don't have the dark looks though, I have my mother's look, the innocent looks, although I'm anything but innocent, I have her ginger hair, although I keep mine short, I have her green eyes, thank god I didn't take her freckles, I don't think those would suit me at all.

You only have one shot at this. "Are we splitting up?" I asked. Damian did not respond. He was peering into the woods as if he could already see the next ghost approaching. DAMIAN Camille designed Genesis to be the final word in control. Emotionless. Efficient. Perfectly trained. However, she underestimated one thing: Memory. He remembered me. He remembered Ava. And, with his protocol jumbled, he was no longer constrained by rationality. He was obsessed. I said, "Julian.""We need to scramble Ava's identification. Face, print, and blood type. "Every registry.""Already finished.""And the boy?" "Liam is off-grid." Dominic is also like this. Genesis cannot reach them unless... "Unless he passes

The Private Investigator and his assistant decided to go through things over again to pass the time. “So far, what do we have?” Mr. Tevyat asked as he took another sip of coffee. Jack whipped out his clipboard and went through the papers there. “So far, we have yet to find any clues that would lead us to know who is the sender of the letter to Auria, or the culprit for the murder of John Albert Tristan. I went back to the Post Office that is the service provider for Auria regarding those letters and went through their employment list. I am still going through it as of now but did not find any suspicious person.”

Minghao shyly answered, putting his hand on his lips then he cleared his throat. "And you remembered the details," Celine uttered. She shook her head as if she couldn't comprehend if a genius person like him does really exists. Well, Mingyu can memorized faces too. And Joshua has the ability to read a person's mind just by looking at other expression. 'I'm surrounded with these genius.' Back to Minghao, she noticed his interest in sophisticated things such as wines, portraits, arts, interiors and fashion. 'Maybe, if he's not the HongYoonChoi assassin, he could be an artist.'

“Update me. Every new movement. Every whisper. Every attempt to circumvent our observation. I want to know everything before anyone knows anything. Timing is everything.” As the assistant quietly left, Damian returned to his files. The night deepened outside, and the city seemed to hold its breath, unaware that a storm had already begun, invisible but inevitable. Damian traced the final thread, a subtle hint buried in a financial statement, connecting Helena to a shell company overseas. The realization settled in with quiet satisfaction. Their network was comprehensive, but it was fragile. Damian’s mind raced through scenarios, predicting their reactions, anticipating their mistakes.

My childhood friend and I had built a company together for seven years, and my proprietary algorithm was what kept the entire business running. However, his new girlfriend started targeting me the moment she joined the company. "Why does some nobody in data deserve 80,000 dollars? All you do is plug things into templates and run a few programs. Your salary is cut to 2,000 dollars from now on. You'll only handle basic data processing. I'll take over the core model." My childhood friend said nothing, silently allowing his girlfriend to rip me a new one. When I noticed that, I didn't argue. I simply agreed to the pay cut. A week later, the company's regular clients saw their conversion rat