Novel & Cerita Read Detective Conan

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

The older one couldn’t be more than fourteen, and the little one huddled in her lap crying was maybe three at best. The girls hurried away into the far corner on the other side of the toilet. I couldn’t see any bruises, at least from here. Please don’t let them have hurt these kids. “It’s okay. We’re here to help. I’m Detective Hibiki Konishi of the San Francisco PD.” Hibiki softly greeted, crouching down and offering his wallet that displayed his badge and license.

I answered. "Send me your address, Sam will drive me there to you. I will come and take care of you," She said, and I smiled. "Don't worry, I am taking good care of your mommy,"Conan said, answering my phone. I looked at him and was about to snatch my phone away, but he walked off. "Who are you? Why are you answering my Mommy's phone? And that too so late?" My detective asked. "I am your Mommy's husband," he answered, and I frowned, Lily isn’t like any normal 5 year old.

He pauses as I pass by him, a smile covering his features. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He reaches into his pockets and turns to Conan, who is following us out. “A present, to welcome you into the neighborhood.” He holds something out to Conan, his hand folded. Conan holds out an open palm, his eyes suspicious and a little afraid. The minute the object touches Conan’s skin, he recoils as if from a fire. “Don’t you drop it!” Damian growls, his voice carrying that weight that warns you not to disobey.