Riddle Detektif Novels & Stories

I laughed. "All this detective work is getting up to me. We got two intense cases in a week." He said. My phone rang and the caller I.D. says Arcilla. I answered the call "Detective." "Yes, Inspector?" Chain looked at me. "Uhm... I would call someone else for this but this a pretty brutal case." "What? What do you mean? Cant that wait till tomorow? Im a little whoozy." "No, it cant... It's the Enrile's" I hung up the phone and looked at Chain. "Looks like we have three."

I noticed Mia's face was set into a frown. "You got a lot to explain" Ryder declared. I gulped. ¤¤¤ "Greetings, I am Detective Ryder and this is my partner Detective Jason" Ryder stated adjusting his 'detective hat' while pointing at Jason who is drumming his pen in his notebook---which had a Peppa Pig drawing on the cover by the way. "So we are going to ask you a couple of questions and we expect you tell us the truth" Jason announced. I rolled my eyes.

He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute. I was utterly confused, but I wasn't complaining. The view was nice. "Hello Miss Leir. I am Detective Deckor and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind" He introduced, shocking me right out of my skin. "Yo-you're the detective?" I asked as he took a pen and notepad from his coat. "Yes, is there a problem?" He questioned with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I didn't answer, I just regarded him for a while longer. I didn't want to believe it.

trying to get distracted, he decided to work on his plot knot. He closed his eyes and reviewed everything he had written until that day. The book began with the lead detective being scolded by his superior. Although Kalti Brown had solved his last case, he had refused to reveal exactly how he had identified the bandit, and how this criminal had died in a suspicious gale. Kalti's secret was that he had a special connection with his totem spirit and with the creator spirits of the Time of

Back at her desk Detective Sparks was faced with another dilemma. The journal used a pass code instead of a key and she was sure she was about to face the same dilemma as she had with the phone and was still facing there in fact. She sat behind her desk turning the thin volume over and over in her hand while officer Bailey did some follow up calls. They were still trying to pin down the distributor of the dummy clown which she'd been surprised to learn was a more common product than she'd thought.

Killers do this all the time, prolly to scare detectives from finding them. It’s sad they don’t know who’s on the case. I reread the sentence in my mind again and scoffed; shoving the wet business card inside my pocket. The killer was well informed, the text was printed on the card, if it was written, I may have been able to get prints off it or find the owner of the handwriting. However, there was still one thing to do, the person who dropped the card might have prints on it, judging by the smartness of the killer; they might have placed the card using plastic gloves, but there’s no guessing in detective work. I had to run it for prints; now we had two leads, although they might both hit a

“Tch! he's sleeping again. Hey wake up! hey, Eros, wake up.” At first, i thought he was just a like fool-lazy police man. However, i didn't think he was as good as the detective i met. “Then do you have any idea who the suspect is?” I asked him when there was a commotion in Sir. Rohan's house. I thought he had nothing to answer me and that's all he was but... “There is.” His answer. And i suddenly realized that he's something and a very genius detective. *** “Hey, you, how do you make sure he's the one who did that?”

��𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦.

We shared ideas, dissected clues, and pieced together the fragmented puzzle of the secret society's true agenda. In one chamber, we encountered a riddle carved into the stone floor. Its cryptic message teased our minds, demanding not only knowledge but also lateral thinking. We wracked our brains, exploring every possible interpretation until, at last, the answer revealed itself. With a sense of triumph, we watched as the stone shifted, revealing a hidden passage to the next stage of our journey.

I smiled continuing to dig on the ground as I tried taking something out of the ground that is under this small statue made out of rock. One of the clues that I found is this small little riddle that keeps me awake for days. If not for me creating another man a circle out of my phone I wouldn't have a chance and reflecting to myself how idiotic of mine not notice such thing. “The sund is up, the stone is blue. The moons awake, the color is new. The water is afraid to touch the little gold. For the highest peak of fell is there guarding the tomb” I repeated telling that riddle that I found in the book on one of the shelves containing some informations about those hidden boxes that is scatter