Riddle Detektif Novels & Stories

A radiant smile bloomed on the face of the man and he walked gracefully into Noah's room where a glowing, ominous looking circle glowed on the floor. He bent in front of the circle and dropped a single bean sized egg in it's centre and watched as it merged with the floor. "Noah, how lucky you shall be. Of great help you shall be" ************************************ Detective Mitch stared at the two pictures on his desk for the nth time today, he couldn't make sense of anything and violently scratched his head in frustration. Detective Duke walked in to see his partner stressing over those files again and sighed. "Mitch please tell me you are finally letting it go"

Detective Sullivan attempted his way over towards me, but barely passed Elizabeth when Captain Johnston’s voice was heard throughout the room. “Anderson! My office!” I take one last look at Elizabeth before sulking my way into his office. “Captain.” I say shaking his hand. “Detective Anderson. I didn’t expect to see you back in my office, let alone my squad room. How have you been?” His calm demeanor taking me by surprise. I half expected the same reaction I had gotten from Elizabeth. The way I left everything; I was amazed he wasn’t yelling down my throat.

The detective's quest for answers took him through a labyrinth of hidden truths and dangerous alliances. Hidden motives and secrets intertwined as the detective pieced together each fragment of the puzzle. The line between perpetrator and victim blurred, leaving Alfonso and Rose questioning their perceptions and desperate to understand what led to Nicole's tragic end. As Detective Rodriguez delved further into the investigation surrounding Nicole's death, she discovered a sinister truth. The person responsible for her demise was not some shadowy figure lurking in the darkness, but rather someone closer than anyone had imagined.

"Too neat a crime scene right?" The detective asked me and I turned to look at him. "Huh---I guess?" I replied "Which rules out the notion that it's a thief's doing" He noted. I know. I know. I only shrugged and continued to look around. The place fell silent for a while and it made me uncomfortable and so I fished for things to say. "How's the red hoodie evidence coming on" I asked and he frowned slightly , his handsome features furrowing. "We're still getting calls…. From old and young absolutely clueless people" He said and I'm sure he is only being reluctant to accept that his idea was probably the lamest he's ever had.

What he was holding up in his hands was a bracelet that looked like it belonged to the victim or the culprit. "Does that belong to the killer?" Detective Karl asked and that made detective Conan loosed his tiny patience that he held unto. "Do you think I’ll still remain here if I knew the answers to these questions you’re asking," Detective Conan yelled feeling frustrated that his partner was almost like the dumbest detective any detective could ever find...

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.”

I have learned the hard way that trust must be earned and that I must rely on my own instincts to protect myself. As I delve deeper into the shadows, the puzzle pieces come together. Clues and fragments of information begin to surface, leading me closer to the truth. A breakthrough occurs as I stumble upon a crucial part of the evidence that reveals that Ronald was not responsible for Tola's death. The realization hits me like a lightning bolt, transforming my pursuit of justice into something more significant.

Siena mumbled. She was sitting in Adalfo’s study room this morning, still attempting to solve the third riddle. All Adalfo’s favorite collection of detective and mystery novels were stacked on a large table. “Birth date? No, it doesn’t fit….” Siena kept on skimming the books on the table. She stopped as reaching a certain part. “Numeric code can be solved with a password? Password…, but what is the password?” Suddenly she almost jumped on her seat. “Holy cow! How blind I am! The password is here all the time!” she screamed.

And after that Gray and Isabella. During the interrogation Isabella asked the detective,'' Have you managed to find the one who stole the necklace? Any information about the culprit? Do you know anything?'' asked Isabella with mischievous eyes at the detective. He found it very strange. '' Oh come on, will you stop it. You are interrupting in their work,'' Gray stopped her from doing so. '' I am a sorry cop, my wife is a curious soul. I wanted to ask about it also. Have you found any information?'' Gray asked.

"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.