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"I swear, I didn't use it. We were having a good time for a couple of days, I had to go back to my hostel to pick up something I had forgot to pack---" "What was it you forgot to pack?" the male detective asked I looked blankly at him then he banged on the desk again "Answer the question Emily!" "Lin-lingerie sir" I gulped. "Oh.. " he said relaxed. Honestly, it was hard dealing with this two in hell all alone. I was pretty much comfortable at the start, now I just can't face them roaring at me. Please God, save me. I beg you. "Miss Benson, I presume you needed that hot lingerie for your honey moon with Mr Walter, so how did you get a Rodenticide in your bag?" the female detective questioned.

He looked around and discovered that no one was in this hallway, and he had never been here before. He walked towards the soldiers, squinting his eyes, and the guards quickly stood straight and blocked the room. Detective Val flinched for a moment then coughed to get his composure back, "Ahm, I'm detective Val, assigned to the red box case. Is there anything in this room?" "Master's order, nothing to see here sir," one guard replied. Master's order... "Then, do you recognize this place?" Detective Val groaned, pulling a photo from his pocket and showing it to the guards.

" Dimitri." Apart from being a detective, Dimitri is also a criminologist who knows various formal languages and secret codes. This man has often helped the military solve personal cases that are difficult for other ordinary people to handle. Because of that, Raphael asked Fabio to find the man to be brought to his office immediately. "I was really surprised when you asked me to come here," said Dimitri. "I think the problem Fabio and I investigated has been resolved. It turns out that my guess was wrong.

Grandma growled. “Your Royal Highness Queen Isabelle. I thought it happened on purpose. The culprit knows if we have an important meeting. The culprit sneaking around and disguised to be the maid or maybe the culprit hiding somewhere in the kitchen. Lady Katherina said she smells a fishy aroma. It’s seemed the stupid thing is the cup sign by our name. The culprit knows which one belongs to its prey.” “That’s mean. The culprit prey is Katie?” Mom asked in disbelief. “I don’t know, I’m only making a conclusion by my sight.” Detective Jayden.

"No mastermind? What about the mysterious person we uncovered, the one pulling the strings?" Detective Turner sighed, the weariness etched on his face. "There's no trace of the mysterious person. The killers insist they acted alone, and our investigations haven't uncovered any evidence to the contrary. It seems the truth of this case is shrouded in the shadows we can't penetrate." Sophia, grappling with the implications, felt a sense of resignation settle over her. The intricate web she had sought to unravel seemed to slip further from her grasp. The elusive mastermind, the puppeteer orchestrating the events, remained a phantom in the shadows.

I had scrubbed until the skin was raw but the feeling would not go away and I did not think it ever would. The door opened and a detective walked in carrying a folder and a coffee cup that looked like it had been refilled too many times. She was older than me by maybe twenty years and had the kind of face that made you think she had heard every lie you could possibly tell her and a few you had not thought of yet. "Rin Nakamura," she said and sat down across from me and opened the folder. "I am Detective Chen and we need to talk about what happened tonight."

Because if the law fails to do that, then I'll place the law in my hands and punish the culprit on my own. “You look pale,” he commented when the crew served our orders as well. I heaved a light sight and began to drink the iced coffee. I have been receiving that since earlier. “Get to the point, Detective. Have you found something?” I could not wait to find the person behind this. “Well,” he paused and chose to take a bite of the bread he ordered before looking at me again. “It's a bit hard to crack the shell. This damn puzzle is kinda tough, but I'm a good detective, this is my forte.” He said arrogantly.

Nia gasped through her tears, her body trembling harder. She whispered the riddle to herself, trying to think through the panic. Always hungry. Always fed… Her lips shook, her eyes squeezed shut. Then suddenly, she looked up, her voice breaking. “It’s… blood. The answer is blood.” Rowan’s eyes snapped to hers, then to Darius. He didn’t waste time. His hands flew to the other side of the bomb, pressing against another hidden slot.

- he added, opening the passenger door. - Maybe you are right.- Soo Min admitted as she got into the car from the driver's side.- But if you want to be a good detective, you have to remember that not always the most suspicious-looking person is a criminal. Especially in a cases like 'Cherry Blossom Reaper' one.- she continued, buckling her seat belt.- Do you really think that psycho would reveal himself so easily to anyone? Especially a couple of detectives looking to catch him? Of course, he might have do it, for us to just think that a criminal wouldn't reveal himself like that. But my point is that we cannot be sure of anything at this stage. All we have right now are recordings that does

Sighing in discontent Once off, she tosses the light piece of fabric atop a chair with padded, floral handles that protrude from each side. She glances over at the safe, open, empty. She grimaces but has no time to ponder the outcome of her naïveté for her smartphone vibrates. She walks to the bed, picking it up—displeased when it displays the name DETECTIVE DICK. She answers with a grimace. Bea Larson: I don't have it yet. Detective Dick: You promised me intelligence, Larson. That son of a bitch needs to be locked behind bars. Bea Larson: