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A hint of sorrow flickered in her eyes. As he ate, Conan spoke with heartfelt emotion. "Master, you're so kind!" The once lone wolf had transformed into a docile pup, stirring sympathy in others. Jane teared up slightly. 'Silly child, I'm not kind at all. I came too late.' After finishing the drumstick, Conan suddenly remembered something. He fumbled in his pockets and pulled out a small object. It was wrapped in several layers of cloth. As he unfolded it, a carefully polished stone was revealed.

Conan was like a dog with a bone whenever he wanted to know about something. He eyed me with concern and confusion on his face. I pasted a blank look with a small smile on my face, hoping he wouldn't notice my fidgeting fingers and bouncing leg. He nodded and went back to his calls. I subtly breathed out a sigh of relief, my heart pounding ferociously. A few minutes later, Conan wrapped up his calls, his expression grave. “Jade, I've arranged for a contact to start probing the Department of Welfare's systems. It might take some time, but we should have more information soon.”

He pleaded. "I'm not interested." I said in a serious voice, though it was shaking a little bit. "I’m here because I heard rumors of your detective report, then the hospital incident...The wolves.” My eyes went open in shock. I released him slowly. "How do you know that? He stood up, dusting himself off. "You're pretty strong and rough for a lady...but then again, you're a detective. I should have expected this much." My red eyes were fixed on him, demanding an answer. “Who are you?”

His pulse was still thrumming from the brief exchange, but something was clear now; this wasn’t some weakling or messenger sent to grovel. This was someone dangerous. Someone who knew how to fight. Derek took a step closer, nodding toward the bodies of the fallen rogues littering the ground. “Well,” Derek drawled, smirking. “You made quite a mess.” Conan didn’t move. “Who are you?” Derek tilted his head, amused. “Depends who’s asking.” “Someone who doesn’t like games.” Conan shot back Derek chuckled, taking another step forward. “Then you won’t like this conversation.” He nodded toward the fallen rogue wolves.

The detective said. “Whose help?” Mitsuhide questioned, knowing where this was headed. The detective was going Kit to help him in some way. “I think Dr. Jones is the key.” The detective said. “Akechi,” Mitsuhide said absentmindedly. “Her last name is Akechi now.” “Fine, Dr. Akechi.” The detective chuckled. “I do think that if we had her in the room, it would spark a response from Cindy.” “It probably would,” Mitsuhide said as Kit sat up and looked at him. “The detective thinks that you would spark Cindy into saying something other than scriptures, which is what she is doing currently.”

He didn’t even notice me when he walked by, there must have been something very important in his mind. The Deputy had told me, I’d be working with a man, I was starting to hope it was the one that walked in, even though he looked fierce and tough; he was still the handsomest among the other detectives, he was tall and had a great body; just the type of man I had always dreamed off.

I nod, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. That went a lot better than I expected. “Yeah. I think so, too.” I really hate to lie to him, but he left me no choice. This conversation with Matthew must happen, regardless of the consequences I’ll face with him. Walking into the station house, I saunter over to the coffee machine. I quickly poured myself a cup before making my way back to my desk. While taking a sip, I fail to notice Detective Simmons rushing to his desk. The entire cup gushing over my shirt drenching it entirely. I gasp out in shock and pain. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” I barely hear Simmons frantically say.

Instead, I grabbed some crumpled scraps from a coworker's desk and started scribbling on those. By dawn, one of my teammates walked in and jumped. I looked dead tired, but my eyes were on fire. "I found the flaw the killer left in yesterday's case." The room lit up. I broke it down during the drive to the suspect's place. "It's the knife. The angle, the serration—it doesn't match the others..." But the second I stepped outside the Bureau, my phone blew up. I checked it—and froze. [Rising Star Detective Blake Solves Another Cold Case—813 Serial Killer in Custody!]

Rose furrowed her brow as she looked towards the restaurant's door. Someone with sunglasses, a mask, and a scarf covering most of their face was sneaking towards her. Rose could only exhale deeply when the person sat in front of her, glancing left and right. "So, are you currently playing the role of Detective Conan?" Rose guessed, making Alana lower her sunglasses slightly while looking at Rose.

He never took another mate, dismissed all maids, and lived alone in the empty pack house, often talking to the air. As for Sadie, she went mad in the dungeons and spent her days smashing her head against the walls, screaming that she was the Luna. On one winter night, she died curled up in the moldy straw. Her body was found gnawed by rats. Conan, the once-arrogant pup, grew up to be a silent warrior. On his coming-of-age day, he refused his inheritance, strapped a sword to his neck, and left for the borderlands to atone for his sins.