Novel & Cerita Psychic Detective Yakumo Yakumo

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.

I couldn't find the answer myself. "Rohama, I want you to meet Yamiko, a great kerieko of Addessa. Yamiko, this is Rohama. She wasn't from here but we have a guess where she might came from, relying to the facts given by kerieko who have travelled across other dimensions," the elder said. "Yamiko had gone into the world of humans a number of times. I suppose you came from that world. Am I wrong?" he asked. I simply nodded.

Miss Kitty still smiled gently. Sumico eventually somewhat nodded her head. “Oh, yes... Miss Kitty Andromeda... I’ve remembered it now... How can you know... know... know about my past life with Brother Vir, Miss Kitty?” “Of course I know... I know it, Sumico... That’s why I’m called a psychic...” answered Miss Kitty Andromeda with her quite relaxed fashion. Sumico nodded her head. She was still hugging tightly her Brother Vir. She didn’t utter anything else. Sumico was merely seen laying down her head on her beloved Brother Vir’s nude, sturdy, and muscular chest.

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.

Yamamoto was confident that he was never wrong in assessing and recognising someone, even if he had only met them once and only briefly. His special ability led Yamamoto to become one of the leaders of the Yakuza—the largest mafia organisation in Japan—as well as being a direct descendant of one of the Yakuza's top leaders. Several of his fingers were missing, a sign that he had once made a grave mistake and received a very cruel punishment. The man narrowed his eyes, giving his full attention to a photo that he had deliberately cut out, leaving only the part showing the woman wearing a veil. In appearance, she did indeed resemble someone who would join a radical organisation and attach a su

I had come to the realization that I couldn't do this alone, so I called on the assistance of an old friend. We hadn't spoken since our fathers had tried to indoctrinate us into our dark world-a lifetime ago-but hopefully, there's no bad blood between us. Yuna Komori. That was her name the last time we met. As the only child of the Kumicho, the head of the Yakuza, she was set to inherit the crime syndicate-something her people resented.

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

“Hence, I hope you won’t keep anything from me… Even if everyone in the world betrays you, I will never…” Hearing this, Xyla and Stanley Batton both became extremely concerned. “How were you able to identify all this?” Xyla immediately asked. Yaksha smiled calmly. “That’s because I couldn’t find anything wrong with your body from your pulse… That’s why I concluded that if there were a problem, it’d surely be due to these reasons… “People who are running out of spiritual energy display the symptoms that you have…” Yaksha added. “I didn’t tell you before, but I’m actually a cultivator. I’m also someone who possesses Yin-Yang Eyes… I’ve also encountered your situation before…

"--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