Psychic Detective Yakumo Yakumo Novels & Stories

“What do you mean?” “I know his Japanese name.” “The full...” “Yes.” “You,” he looks at me, disbelief, written all over his face, “know his family name?” “Yes. Given name, Yuzuki. Family name, Sakamoto.” His eyes widen at my statement, hands sliding through his hair. "Don't worry, I didn't look further than that. Well, I didn’t really have to look that hard." “And how exactly did you know about his paper in the Forensic Science Journal?” His brow arching with the question.

I slammed my palm against the table, unable to calm my anger. This bastard is fucking pushing me to my wit’s end! "Order," Yamamoto said quietly, but his eyes were on me now. His pupils had gone dark and they were assessing me calmly. I forced myself to breathe, gnashing my jaw hardly to force back any reaction that was threatening to spun out of me. How was he the one in the entire city that found the body? Unless he wanted to craft a narrative that painted me as a butcher of innocents. As much as he's a fucking snake, he isn't wrong either. The dead bastard did say he was a hired lookout who had gotten drunk has ran his mouth. I was too raged tk believe him.

Yahiko shook his head before he sighed and said, "Even when I was jumping off the highway bridge, I thought that the mastermind behind this matter was Machi. I really did not expect that the mastermind behind this matter was Matsumoto Yoshito! That b*stard had been secretly setting us up and making me and Machi suspect and hate on one another. He even wants to pin the blame for the murder of the siblings from the Schulz family on me! He is simply too vicious!” Emi spoke up at this time as she said, “Brother, when you were resting just now, I heard some messages from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. I didn't understand it at first, but now that Mr. Wade has mentioned all of this, eve

My stilettos clicked the polished marble floor on the way to Jeff’s side. “Wil,” Jeff said. He shouldn’t have seemed surprised to see me. “Gentlemen,” I addressed them. “I assume you’re here to see my client.” The younger detective, a slender Asian man with black tousled hair, politely introduced himself with a handshake. “Detective Yamamoto.” His wrinkled white shirt looked slept in. “He’s working with me on the investigation,” Jeff said looking me up and down. Perhaps I imagined the disapproval etched across his face.

Kathleen couldn't fathom how they had heard their conversation from such a distance, but given Takumi's cunning nature, she wouldn't put it past him to possess some unearthly abilities—perhaps, he's a demon all along. Jay and his companion seemed to anticipate the arrival of Takumi and Tomoya, swiftly regaining their composure as the two approached. As Takumi drew near, Jay instinctively stepped back, releasing Kathleen's hands. As fellow cursed individuals, Jay and his companion recognized Takumi's aura immediately—a telltale sign of his past binding with an arcdemon, evident in the contract mark lingering in his eyes. Kathleen observed the subtle shift in their expressions, a flicker of re

“Yukimura Rei was in Singapore?”. Miyamura asks lowly. “Really?”. He spares a quick glance at Sorahiko’s sleeping form on the sofa, then resumes his dinner preparations without missing a beat. “Yes sir”. The private investigator replies curtly. “She checked into an obscure motel at a place I can not easily describe”. Miyamura puts the phone on speaker and places it on the kitchen counter. He begins to season the steak— giving the investigator half of his attention.

"Well then, tell him this..." Mizuko raised her head from the water and stood up straight. Then the witch handed her a face towel that Mizuko took and wipe her face with. "Thank you, Miranda." "So, what happened? Did you find the one you are looking for?" "Yes, I did," Mizuko replied. "Yume is an elf. She dreams of people and their destiny. She sensed me and we talked. Unfortunately, she didn't tell me where she is but rather gave me a poem to tell Kenshi. Yume said she didn't want to see Kenshi because it would only hurt her."

Then just as Russo rounds the building to exit onto the main road, I find myself looking out the window when my eyes should be on Kane. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was meant to be for under the pale moon, I see her. I see Yumiko standing at the back of the building and away from the prying eyes of other mafia triads. Iroshi’s men bow to her and she raises her sword above her head. Then, in one swift move, she brings the sword down and plunges it into her own body. NO.

"--Mr. Yakamura." Mathilde said softly and that was all she said to make the man stop resisting. Left with no choice, Mr. Yakamura started making his way towards the exit along with his men. He left without uttering a single word. But that did not mean that he was not pissed off by this sudden turn of events. It was for this reason why before he completely took his leave, he did not forget to throw one last final glare at Shantal's direction just as when he walked past her. On the other hand, the malice on the other party's gaze did not slip out of Shantal's notice. But rather than backing down, she even held his gaze and threw him back the same condescending look. Then with a smug face, she

WELLINGTON DISTRICT POLICE STATION OUTSIDE “What do you mean? “ Lucy looked at him with a puzzled expression Williams took a deep breath “ I know you might not believe me, but I know this case is definitely not a case we can easily or merely solve, it is a supernatural case” “ And what makes you think that? “ Lucy asked, obviously interested Williams studied her facial expression, and seeing that she wasn’t looking at him like he was a weirdo or that he was delusional, he let out a breath of relief and continued