Japanese Mystery Novel Novels & Stories

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

he said and disappeared. Then I woke up. I stared around, there was no one around. I shut my eyes again and this time I saw myself in a strange village. It was ancient. People passed with horses, and there were no colorful or fancy clothe. It was so ancient like the Mystical movies I usually watched. A man rode his horse towards me and asked "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Really? I'm being interrogated in my own nightmare. "Oh, are you one of the daughters?" The man asked.

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

“That’s what have been thinking of the case, it could be a beast he created or something worse, that might end up killing every being in this city. And we need to stop it before it completely destroys us.” He was facing the wall, his hands crossed at his back. Staring at the hair at intervals. Could it be a sign or something. What or who was held in here? That he had to look into. And find out everything he had to know about Lucas and his missing assistant. Anika. The paranormal researcher could obviously be something else. And all that he has to find out.... “And one more thing, Detective.” Detective Sean turned to him, giving him his full attention.

he curiously asked as he started swallowing his food. "Um, Sorry. I can't tell you that." I replied nicely. As far as I can remember, he only got aggressive on the first day he woke up here but now, he's calmer than before. Not even news of him, trying to escape. Has he thought about something? I noticed that he's somewhat having a deep thought. How do detectives actually think? "Woah, this is a Japanese tea. Who bought it?" he happily exclaimed as soon as he took a sip. How come he has some immature attitude yet at the same time, clever?

That is what I thought but… it would be more scary if I did find something weird on it. I sometimes watch movies like when the protagonist finds a mysterious room inside the killer’s house and ends up having tons of dead bodies in it. Oh, I remember one manhwa about a killer who likes to peel onions so that the smell of the blood will not reek off him. He liked his neighbor who is a newspaper writer, he invited him for dinner but ended up discovering a room full of dead bodies. It was an amazing story actually. Hah, I now wonder if his library has some stories like that.

She may not like the guy, but she wasn't rude enough to do something like that, he parents raised her way better than that. Iori was organizing her sneaking away attack when Jun Kamioki stood in front of her, looking at her with his overly friendly smile, "Is it about one of your how to kill Manuel books, I'm still surprised this kind of book didn't get banned yet..." he said his tone light and breezy, smiling at her as if he was having tea with her at the queen's parlor. "Well your manual about killing people, is called a mystery novel. Where we use logic, power of deduction, and intelligence to reach the truth. Unlike some story about how a silly and close-minded high school girl got her f

she chuckled, “I can see immediately that you are in love…” I blushed instantly. Hiro smirked, took my hand, and kissed it. “I will be forever grateful, that she decided to love someone like me,” Hiro said smiling at me. That made me blush even more, but couldn't help not to smile back at him. “So… Mrs. Tsuchida, what do you do for living?” Mr. Moore asked suddenly. “I'm a writer,” I replied. “Really? What kind of books you write?” “Actually, I wrote only one,” I laughed nervously, “It's a criminal thriller called “Inside the Devil's Mind”, it's been published not long ago…”