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Slowly, footsteps started to move, the media moving away from him and going to their respective groups. “Now, who asked that wretched question?” Azrick looked around them and waited for someone to fess up and surrender himself to him. But no one did, rather, they looked at each other, oblivious to what the famous detective was asking. They all looked quizzically to the famous detective, not sure of what Azrick wanted to happen. Their raised brows sent a signal to the man. Azrick let out a sigh and spoke to them again, “I said, there is some foolish person who asked who will die next. Now, who said that?” The detective’s searched the crowd, his eyes squinted as he looked at every single one o

The man standing behind him looked younger with at least twenty years gap, they almost looked like father and son. “Good afternoon, I am Detective Mikson and this is my assistant Warwick and I am the detective working on the Murders in the Miller hotel but it turns out it is not only the hotel but even a company building. Where next Mr Miller? Your house? The King's house?” The detective inquired with a hint of amusement and seriousness and his assistant who was standing behind him also chuckled without looking at the Millers as they were standing to Lydia side by side.

Unfortunately, I had just woken up and my brain certainly worked slower than my dumb mouth… "So... the culprit was… invisible?" I blurted before my mind could react. The detective raised an eyebrow. "What?" I laughed awkwardly. "You said that there was no image..." He sighed. "I meant that all three cameras were broken." "Oh," I mumbled, feeling like a complete idiot. "Anyway," the detective continued while sipping coffee. "We found out that our victim had an extensive criminal history. He used to steal all sorts of things, and for the last two years, he's been stealing special items on contract."

My frustration mounted, fueling a growing sense of apprehension as the detective's next move remained uncertain. To my surprise, the detective reached into his bag and retrieved a book. My curiosity was piqued, and I wondered what significance this book held in relation to the ongoing investigation. As he held it up, my eyes fixated on the worn cover, its pages weathered by time and use. My mind raced, trying to recall any connection this book might have with Aurelia. "Beta Liu," the detective began, his tone measured, "do you recognize this book?" I squinted at the book, trying to discern any familiar details. "I'm afraid not, Detective," I responded honestly, a flicker of confusion passing

Rose had asked in surprise. "Sure I will. The police can't get involved yet because our investigation has not unearthed any foul play. But there is no harm in suggesting someone who can be of help in this situation." "Oh thank you Detective Rich! I really appreciate this," Rose had sagged in relief. "He is a former cop and the best private investigator I know. Eight times out of ten, he solves his cases." Detective Rich had said confidently. Eight times out of ten? Why could it not be ten times out of ten? What if Victor's case fell among the unsolved minority? But at least those odds were a lot better than that of the previous investigators.

He almost had to burn the midnight oil to get his degree. Robin nodded, his face full of envy. "The information I found is like this." "Heh..." Gilbert sneered, "The more people like this, the more likely they are to commit high-IQ crimes. He can understand people's minds, that's why we can't find any clues." Robin: "..." The situation was at a stalemate. The three sat in silence. Suddenly, Robin's phone vibrated, breaking the silence. "Mr. Dawson." Patrick said, "I found shoulder pads in the hotel. Shoulder pads. Ask if they belong to Benjamin?"

The authorities suspect a crime, it is inconclusive, Rebeca had everything she wanted, now she has lost everything. The police are initially unable to find evidence, until the police arrest a criminal named Ralf, Nunes who was arrested for going against his; Ralf claims there was a fight over money. According to Ralf, she took the butcher knife, I'm going to kill you, like I killed Larry. A team specializing in unsolved cases, and called in, they interrogate Rebeca, then they simply pressure her. The detectives summarize what they already know, that they found the watch in the bag, with fingerprints on which they saw some documents.

"Mendoza's forensics team found something at the crime scene. A partial fingerprint that doesn't match any of the shop employees." "The Magpie?" Rick asked, professional interest piqued. "Unlikely," Valeria replied. "Order operatives are too well-trained to leave physical evidence. More likely a customer or another dealer." "Still worth checking," Casie decided, already moving toward the door. "We need to see that crime scene for ourselves before the trail goes completely cold." As they gathered their equipment, Valeria watched them with clinical interest. "Your heat cycle is approaching faster than you realise, Detective. I can smell the preliminary hormonal changes already."

The hooded person was actually a detective who was working undercover to solve the recent cases on his table, despite that many cases had been solved by him, he found this particular one a mystery that he couldn't solve. Having to set all the missing pieces and evidence he finally found out where the Takahashi family lived so he infiltrated for two reasons.

I entered the house and saw the bodies, they were looking pale and the bite Mark's were there, As I walked further to one of the kid I saw a sticky note which read Hello Vanessa you need to drop this case cause this matter doesn't concern you or else you are gonna lose someone soon Secret admirer From the way this is going, i can tell it's a person and a Male for that matter. But the thing is how the fuckung hell did this guy know my name and how does he know I'm a detective . This means who ever it is knows me and knows what I look like that's why he is threatening people close to me . God this is just a mess.