Kir Detective Conan 소설 & 이야기

The quiet felt heavy, yet it was easier than facing the curious stares of the pack members. I stayed that way until evening began to approach. I had just finished fixing my hair when I heard footsteps outside the door. The knock came quickly after, and before I could answer, Conan stepped in. He was dressed in a dark shirt and trousers, his hair slightly damp as if he had just washed. “It is time,” he said simply. His eyes scanned my face for a moment before he stepped further inside.

Her blurry eyes finally spilled the tears that she had been holding back when she walked toward him while enduring her wounds. But her steps halted when she saw him lift Conan off the ground with a hand. The Dark Edge alpha's voice was raw and animalistic when he asked Conan, “You are the one who helped Hunter poison my father?” “N-No, it's not true. I was only lying!” Conan was trembling from head to toe when he looked into Kodiak's light red eyes. He couldn't help but regret spilling out his most sacred secret which was now going to cost him his life. “Please spare me, Kodiak. I swear I won't -”

Logan protested. "Look," Conan said firmly. He kneeled next to the grieving detective and put his hand under Logan's chin and tilted it upward. "I've had to deal with a lot of gruesome deaths in my line of work. Trust me, you'll be relieved." Before the detective knew it, Conan dragged him off the scene. He tried to resist but Conan only shoved him down until they were beside the little girl once again. Who knows if she had witnessed what happened to her mother?

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

He expressed it with a cunning grin. Immediately, Conan clasped his hands together and silently began to chant some spells. His pronunciation was very clear, and his actions were calm despite how the three werewolf leaders were attacking him. Suddenly, Conan's lips rose in a mischievous grin; he unclasped his hand and directed his palm to face the three. At Conan’s action, a strong force rushed towards Hudson, Finley, and Louie, and the strong force collided with them heavily. The impact made the trip fly upward before they were thrown a few meters away.

The older one couldn’t be more than fourteen, and the little one huddled in her lap crying was maybe three at best. The girls hurried away into the far corner on the other side of the toilet. I couldn’t see any bruises, at least from here. Please don’t let them have hurt these kids. “It’s okay. We’re here to help. I’m Detective Hibiki Konishi of the San Francisco PD.” Hibiki softly greeted, crouching down and offering his wallet that displayed his badge and license.

Conan He blinked once, then twice before blinking his eyes a couple of times as if he experienced difficulty in trying to understand what I said. “W-What?” Mr. Hunter stuttered. “I would repeat my words. The viper tattoo around your neck is the same tattoo that the runaway driver had as well. I am not trying to accuse you but I am just curious” I added, slipping the phone down my pocket. Liana stared at me so intently that it felt like her eyes almost pried into my soul, wanting to know all my thoughts and what exactly could be going through my mind.

I wonder how many dinners we’ve canceled this month… As soon as Tony entered the Ritz Carlton, Aaron immediately led him toward the director’s office. Conan had been waiting in his office for a long while now. He sat on the brown leather sofa with a cane by his side. Two steaming cups of tea were placed on the coffee table in front of him and white tendrils of steam were escaping from the cups. A slightly opened brown paper bag was placed between the two cups. When he heard the sound of footsteps walking toward him, he opened his eyes immediately and a flash of light gleamed in his eyes. A tall and broad figure with piercing eyes and an extraordinary aura soon stood in the doorway; he was dr

5 MINUTES LATER Lucy dropped the file back on the table “I’m done” “Hmm, so what could you deduce from the report? “ Lucy smiled “the killer was probably someone the victim knew since no form of struggle was recorded in the report and at the victim apartment there was no form of forced entry, so we can assume the killer is someone who the victim knew or is even close to since the killer was let into her bedroom, The killer is a drinker since particles of glasses that contained whiskey was found in between her flesh, so we can say that a whiskey glass bottle is the weapon of murder, The killer is obviously a special must probably a rogue special and the toxin found on her body was probably fr

“Don’t forget who has more connections than anyone fucking else, Mr. Arthur. Mess me, I’ll let you see my true color. You’ll be begging for mercy if you enter this fucking house without my fucking permission.” Conan kept his smile on as he stood up and approached him. “I’ll take what’s mine by hook or by crook. I’m not fond of your property, what I really want…” he glanced at me briefly before he gave a playful wink to Scott, making him angry. “Fuck off, bastard!” Scott growled. “Sure.” Conan grinned before planting a kiss on my head. “Hoping to see you tomorrow.” He took his jacket and left. My breath caught when Scott’s cold gaze shifted to me. Without speaking, he strolled toward me while