Murder Mystery の小説・ストーリー

If you didn't do this then I will kill you". He is shocked to read this. "Do you have any idea who wrote this and who is trying to kill you?", He asks in a panicked voice. "No, I don't know anything", She replies fearfully while tightening her grip around him and smirking. "You come with me to the police station right now. Cops will find him whoever he is", He says while making her break the hug.

I despised them almost as much as I despised being woken up from my sleep, I rolled my eyes before looking over at Justin, Justin was a tall lanky guy, three years my junior and completely obsessed with murders. “Rush, it is an extremely high profile case and there’s a lot of second guessing going around, let’s face it the Hudson’s are not short of enemies. They’ve been crawling out from the shadows for some time now.” there was a brief pause where Justin and I gave each other a knowing look, only a person with our experience would know that a person who is missing, is a person of interest. “If a person has nothing to hide, why would they run?” I said to Justin while raising an arched eyebro

“Who would put mint in a popcorn?” “I would,” Thomas intervened, shrugging. “Just to know what it tastes like.” “I’ll tell you what it tastes like: weird and not delicious.” “Shh! Shut up. The movie’s starting,” Leia shushed. Alice finally found peace when the movie started. It was a mystery where the detective was being played by a serial killer, leaving small clues in each of his victims. Alice liked mystery movies and comic books. It tickled her mind just like how science experiments did. It was a puzzle for her, a puzzle that was screaming and begging to be solved. However, she knew that it was different for murder cases. It was much more complicated.

She saw street childrens then she gave the one fries that should be for her, Cindy has a nice and purest heart even many people harass her whenever they want, She was closed by her mother, Stella, she was at the other side of road, She called her mother while showing what she have, When Stella closed at her part, she got bumped by a car, Stella flies like a bird because the impact of the car, Cindy runs quickly to her mother, the food she's holding wasted because she threw it out of shock, The car who bumped Stella runs so fast, the driver didn't even check Stella if she's okay, Cindy was in panic, she doesn't even know the car plate of the suspect, A lot of blood from Stella was flowing, Ci

I guess life is unexpectedly a mystery. In a world where mafias ruled the underground. While the businessmen ruled the overworld that even the government couldn’t control them. Tuesday 6:30 am I woke up earlier than usual, and I didn’t know why. I was sitting on my bed while scrolling through my feed, seeing the same usual boring thing except for the recent news about a murder in an alley. Do people kill each other just for money, for justice, or for fun? Well, what can I say? We’ll never know since human nature is like a snake.

Casya asked trying to crack the code she was holding now. "Rape," Mike replied sparingly before he lit a cigarette. He also reached out to Casya who immediately accepted. However, something even darker lurked behind the murder this time. The murder was so clean, even if there is blood scattered here, you still cannot claim they were killed because even CSIs will not investigate or look into it at all," he explained. He exhaled smoke before Casya answered. "That's why you're even more incensed to know who and what kind of person the killer is."

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

His hands shake, and his eyes blur for no reason. He closed his eyes to give them a quick rest, then held the bridge of his nose, "In every mystery, there’s a puzzle waiting to be pieced together. But this puzzle seems to have other pieces that belong somewhere else but where?" Gertrude's brow rose, then asked in a curious tone, "Why do you think that?" "In a normal murder case, what are the basic things to consider?" He asks. "The victim. The suspect. The motive." She responds

Emma's heart racing, she climbed the creaky stairs, her footsteps echoing through the silence. As she reached the top, she saw a figure standing in the shadows. "Who are you?" Emma demanded, trying to keep her voice steady. The figure stepped forward, and Emma's eyes widened in surprise. It was Julian, a person she had never met before but seemed to know her. "Emma, I've been watching you for a while now," Julian said, his eyes locked onto hers. "I know about your sister's disappearance, and I know you're searching for answers."

“When we found him, he was dead.” Daniel cut me off. “In his own home. Murdered. “Time of death was around four yesterday afternoon. Before your company even left for the escape room. “The weapon was an axe. “And on the doorknob of his apartment, we recovered a fingerprint.” Daniel lifted a fingerprint comparison report. The red markings made my eyes ache. “After analysis, that fingerprint… belongs to you.”