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Her eyes were sparkling. “I… I don’t think I did.” “Really? That’s weird.” The shaman looked at her suspiciously. “According to nature, my unnatural arrest should be the turning point of something major.” “Like?” “Precinct cleansing, I guess? I don’t know. You tell me.” Conan and Hinata sat straight, their spines were straighter than rulers. Conan looked at Hinata suspiciously, gnashing his teeth. His lord had a reason for assigning him this case; he needed to watch it thoroughly so he could report to his master without any false information.

A man stepped inside, his movement calm and unhurried. He was dressed in a dark suit that fit him comfortably. He carried no visible files, no clipboard, no folder. That unsettled me more than if he had. He closed the door behind him and sat across from me, leaning back slightly as if we were about to have coffee. He was so casual… “Hi,” he said casually. “I’m Detective Conan.” His voice was light and almost friendly. I nodded, unsure whether I was supposed to speak. He studied me openly and throughly.

I played the video. "Bonjour Detectives! Je' m'appele Morse! Haha! If it isnt the selfish infamous Leounet detectives. Let's see if you can be such a saint this time around. I'll give you a clue. Following the nostalgia of the game." He laughed maniacaly, "Raise a toast to us! You've been a good sport" He held a glass cup of what seemed to be wine and took a sip.

Dad said plainly, folding his hands. Before I could even come up with a new excuse, the doors slammed open with a bang. "Yo!" Conan's voice rang out through the chamber like a thunderclap. He stormed in, wild-eyed, his arms filled with a thick stack of papers. He slammed them onto the desk with a flourish that made my father raise an amused brow. "Please, have a seat," Dad said, clearly intrigued. "I've got evidence that someone close is still in contact with the rogues," Conan announced, breathing a little too fast.

With a bored sigh, I fished it out and then placed it on my ear, my eyes never leaving her face. “Speak.” My hand reached out to cup her cheek. I traced the ridges and lines of her face, my thumb caressing the soft skin and stopping at the seam of her lips. I pressed harder on it. Temptations throttled inside of me when her lips parted slightly, and then sucked my tongue into her mouth. I was expecting her to bite it, but her tongue swirled around my thumb, sending a foreign sensation up my groin. “We found who Kaizen has been working with.” Conan’s voice filled the tiny device, and I nodded as though he could see me.

the detective said. Dain scoffed. “I was out for a walk.” “At 2 a.m.? In an abandoned train yard?” He shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.” The detective dropped a folder. “You know who else can’t sleep? Victims of kidnapping. She’s your daughter.” “She’s not my fucking daughter.” His mask cracked. Slightly. A vein bulged in his neck. But he didn’t fold. Not yet. Not until the police got the call. Connor. He stormed in with a USB in hand and security trailing behind him like a shadow army. He tossed it on the detective’s desk.

Theo sighed and rubbed his forehead and put his hands on his hips. "Detective Conan, how nice to see you here," Theo said with a forced smile. "Yes, it is quite nice. And the two of you here together? Planning a heist?" He asked and I rolled my eyes, I never liked Detective Conan, from the time I got shot, up to now he's been on my neck trying to sniff me out doing some stuff, illegal stuff. "No, we're on a date. So if you would excuse us," I said walking away and he stepped in front of us.

“Don't worry, we are currently on it, he should be arrested before the end of tomorrow. Detective Conan reassured. “Max Sanders will not go scot-free. Not on my watch at least.” “Very well then. I will take your word for it.” Detective Conan stood up. “Alright, I have to be on my way now. I will inform you about any latest development.” “I will be expecting it,” I said, as we shook hands. “Thanks for your service.” Moments after the detective left, my phone vibrated with a call from Liam which I answered. “Hey, brother,” He uttered, and I scoffed. “How's it going?” “Good,” I replied, deciding to ignore everything that was related to Max Sanders and his barbaric acts. “You? How's work?”

CHAPTER 23 THE EMPEROR look at Zelia weirdly, "Detective Conan? Who's that?" Zelia chuckles, "He's an anime character and also love solving mystery crimes. There are also lot's of detective I know but you will just get confused. Anyways, let's get back to the real business." "Yeah..."The Emperor look at Reves and Mae,"... I'll leave that old man to you, bring him back I don't care if you might hurt him but don't kill him, I still have lot of business to do with him."He ordered as he clenched his fist.

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?