Novel & Cerita Japanese Mystery Novel

I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I gulp. Something is weird about the atmosphere... how come everyone suddenly disappears? I slowly swallow the candy that was sitting in my mouth. It was a soft candy, so it didn't hurt my throat. Clenching the handle of my bag tightly, I try to walk as normally as I could master. *Bathump! Bathump!* Calm down... there must be a reasonable explanation why this happened, right? A shadow shape of a person appeared behind me. The more I try to walk faster, the more it follows me. Turning around to the different alleyway, I tried to lose the shadow. Since I wasn't paying attention to where I'm heading, I ended up walking to a dead end.

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Jenkins, the owner of the quaint bookshop where she had spent countless hours browsing through shelves and seeking advice on rare books. "Mrs. Jenkins?" Emma's voice trembled with confusion and a hint of betrayal. "But why? You're...you're the one who's been helping us." Mrs. Jenkins' smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Oh, Emma, dear Emma. You've been so blind. I've been playing a role, just like everyone else in this game. And you, my dear, are one of the most intriguing pieces on the board." Julian's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun. "You're the one who's been behind the organization? But why? What's your endgame?"

It might not be an evil spirit but might be terrifying as one if living in this place. The two reapers continued to strolled the area with no stopping with only goal in mind---- must open the door with a light on. The two reached the place and knocked. K Whatever opened the door and was surprised what welcomed them. A room full of candle smokes, tons of book in the shelves in the side---- though all of them are Japanese manga, a medieval styled bed and a weak and thin man sitting on the floor with a manga in his hand, confused, “What the heck?”

He is not supposed to be walking around freely and now the reason of our headache. “What if the person died was actually from the other world?” both of us looked when Aina approached and told us that. “You remember what Yana told us? The man that killed her mom vanished together with the body and blood like nothing happened.” She said and I remembered that one. There was a day when she told us what she saw and honestly, I could not believe her the first time I heard the story. That was the most unbelievable story I have ever heard since I started working as a detective. I heard false alibis, that excuse that makes the culprit looks like present when the truth was, he is not the one who was s

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

“And this guy was here even a week before to file a missing complaint about his friend. It makes me think that doesn’t know even if we take the complaint due to the privacy reason the Japanese police doesn’t really search. The one has to hire the private detective” “He would have known about this as he always has been so interested in this kind of stuff not to forget the fact. His favourite manga was the death book-” “Wait what if Koishi is behind this all and Takeshi is the innocent one? Like you know Koishi and the art teacher were really close. He was more close to his boy than his own son who he used to abuse so much leaving scars all over his han-” “Scars?” Yamaga questioned turning his

' he said. The couple also got stuff for breakfast because it was along the way. A ton of beer, some soju, and peach sake. He said it was Clara’s favorite, even divulging that they made Clara drink peach sake when they wanted her to divulge her secrets. And he said it was a time for confessions. He had an evil gleam in his eye, to which Heather smiled at. She could not help but just ride along. He went overboard, and it looked like he was feeding an army. Heather was in heaven. It was how she imagined it would be if they went shopping together. ‘I wonder what drink makes him confess?’ she thought, smiling to herself.

I would like to express my gratitude to Editor Yino, who encouraged me to challenge myself with this story, and I will greet you next with my upcoming work. I am still a novice author in the novel world because I previously wrote many stories and am only now publishing them one by one. I read only physical paper books and do not read web novels at all, so the texture of my writing is a bit different from others. Even the genres I have read are things like detective stories, fantasy, Anglo-American literature, Nordic thrillers, and Japanese mysteries. Because of this, my writing carries its own unique color. There is a noir-style triangular romance featuring a cross-dressing woman where an ag

LUKE MATTHEW BLACK AND WHITE Mystery… My very first case! I’ve never felt such tremendous adrenaline as when I went to rescue Janden. I want to feel it again; the rush, the thrill, and the way it felt like it’s just me against the world— it was amazing. And if this insulting, unpleasant child will give me this high school adventure I’ve been yearning for, then I’ll stick with her. Hibara White Cake is the detective; a magnet of tragedy after all.