Genius-detective Novels & Stories

one of the agents spoke, "He isn't one of us anyway-" "Wait!" Detective Binns pushed through them, holding up a light brown colored file, "Let me help you. Your name is- Celestine... Celestine Baker." Celestine Baker, such a pretty name for a ghoul as myself, could I trust the police, No. Could I trust the detective, Maybe, it's W.I.K.D I didn't trust, but whatever it is, they have in that file, I need it. Putting my lips against Clarke's ears, I smiled, remembering what he told me,

"You know me?" "I know your code," Cassandra took a step closer. The air between them crackled with intellectual electricity. "It's clean. Efficient. But predictable. Just like your father." "Careful," Alex narrowed his eyes. "Insulting my family is a health hazard." "I'm not insulting them," Cassandra turned her tablet to show him a graph. "I'm warning you. Genesis Corp isn't just selling anti-aging cream. They are building a neural network. And they are using this party to scan everyone's brainwaves."

"No fragmentation. No rogue nodes. The ethics engine is holding." "We did it," Lena breathes, her hand on her growing belly. Then, a light blinks on the map. ANOMALY DETECTED. "What is it?" Harlan asks, his hand going to his sidearm out of habit. "Tokyo," Echo says. His avatar frowns. "User 4920. Reporting a... sensory glitch." "What kind of glitch?" I ask. "He says he feels... cold," Echo says. "But his environment is 25 degrees Celsius."

Her research window still showed one small dataset. The earliest signal. The energy disruption warning that had appeared before any institution predicted it. Elena stared at the timeline again. “…Something saw it first.” Inside the control chamber— The Guardian’s predictive models updated again. Jessica noticed the change. “What’s that process?” The AI answered. “Residual curiosity analysis.” Noah blinked. “…Residual what?” Lila translated. “She’s still curious.” Jessica nodded slowly. “Yes.” Because curiosity was dangerous. Curiosity turned solved problems into new investigations.

The key was to let them believe they still had the upper hand, ensuring they wouldn't cut the digital breadcrumb trail I desperately needed to follow. As I navigated through the digital labyrinth, each puzzle I encountered was methodically dismantled with the assistance of an Artificial Intelligence-driven antivirus. Faced with a bewildering array of 2000 deceptive paths, the power of our virtual capsule's processing capabilities shone through. It could sift through all 2000 potential routes, identifying the true path in a mere second, a testament to its advanced operational prowess. With painstaking patience, the pieces of the digital puzzle began to fall into place, leading me to the culpr

The harsh lighting somehow did the girl justice—and though her eyes were shadowed by the obstruction of her lashes, when she looked upward, the pools of brown would catch the light and fill with the pale colour of honey. "Nothing," Genevieve averted her gaze away from his burning eyes, dropping her's to the floor instead as she crossed her arms before her, her bomber jacket hanging over her forearms. "Who are you?" "I'm detective Haris," he replied, lifting his hand with a friendly gesture as Genevieve kept her eyes trained on the floor. Slowly, the detective lowered his arm to his side once more. He felt the same sense of defeat the gesture faced as the undeniably attractive young lady paid

A laugh came out from inside the room: "Ha-ha luckily you finally came, I was advised by Director Vincent to cooperate with you in this case. I'm Leonard, deputy captain of the city A police department, nice to work with you” He entered to the surprise of the police. A female police officer shouted: “Could it be that he is Albert, the famous criminal psychologist detective who has solved many difficult cases. I still have his book The Punisher here. The book is about the tough murders he has solved, including his analysis of the psychology of criminals in detail. I didn't expect him to be so young and handsome."

The two bodyguards nodded obediently, and left as Roger sat on a chair, guiding Karen to his lap as he instructed Max. “Activate our Genutech.” Their Genutech was a short term for one of their well-developed tracking devices called, Genius technology. The size of that device was as small as a chia seed but had not only an audio but also a camera. However, as soon as that man took off his jacket, they wouldn’t be able to hear, see, or track him. That was the reason why Roger instructed the bodyguards to follow them. As soon as the activation was completed, Roger heard the report. “Sir, I’m sorry, but we couldn’t get any information to interest you.”

I walk over, and sit down across from him “Why are they here?” “I reached out, got ahold of Mateo says things have gone crazy since we left. Apparently, Sarai started shutting down everything you implemented when you were Alpha, the banking system, the working for their own money, their freedoms. Squalor is the word Mateo used; squalor man. Sarai caught a couple of people trying to sneak out, to leave and she executed them on site.” “You’re shitting me?” “Nah man, your dad is just going with it too, and Mateo says they’re always in the tower, and “working on stuff” “

he stated. “Look?" I questioned, carrying a plate of meat to the back porch. “Yes. They only look clean. Not even the IRS would think to audit this guy. But they are a bunch of stupid pencil pushers. Whereas I am a brilliant mad genius werewolf,” he said. I could hear him holding back an evil cackle when he called himself a made genius.