The Good Detective

(5ตอนจบ) ปุณณ์ เด็กหนุ่มเงียบๆ แอบรัก เมฆา หนุ่มฮอตขี้แกล้งที่คอยช่วยเหลือเขาเสมอ แต่เมื่อสารภาพความในใจ กลับถูกเมฆาปฏิเสธอย่างชัดเจนว่ามองเป็นแค่น้องชาย ความเจ็บปวดทำให้ปุณณ์พยายามถอยห่างจากเมฆาที่ยังคงสดใสในโลกของเขา พร้อมบาดแผลในใจที่ยากจะสมาน และความยากที่ไกลเกินกว่าจะเอื้อม

อุตส่าต์หนีไปดามใจที่กรุงเทพตั้งห้าปี กลับมาเจอเธอที่เป็นอดีตและไอ้ที่เกาะขาหนึบนั่นก็คงจะลูกของผัวใหม่ล่ะสิท่า เหอะ! หน้าไม่เห็นเหมือนพ่อเลยสักนิด “ถ้าได้ฉันเป็นพ่อนะไอ้หนู สาวกรี๊ดแกจนตดแตกแน่”“พี่กล้า_” “พี่กล้ามีอะไรหรือเปล่าจ๊ะ?” “ผัวไปไหน?” “ไม่มีจ้ะ” “เหอะ” “มันทิ้งไปมีเมียใหม่ หรือเห็นผู้ชายแล้วบอกว่าตัวเองไม่มีผัวล่ะ?” กลับบ้านมาคนว่าง ๆ แบบเขาก็ควรจะทำอะไรที่มันมีประโยชน์สักหน่อยสิ อย่างเช่นการไปแอบมองอดีตแบบเธอ ขับรถวนรอบหมู่บ้านอย่างกับรถเติมน้ำเปล่าไม่ใช่น้ำมัน แล้วถามคำถามกวนส้นตี_แบบนี้ เขาสะใจมากที่ได้เยาะเย้ยคนแบบเธอ ผู้หญิงใจร้ายที่ทำเขากินไม่อิ่มหลับไม่เต็มตามาห้าปีเต็ม แต่ไม่รู้ว่าทำไมเวลาเจอหน้ากันเขาต้องใจอ่อน แพ้ให้กับความใสซื่อไร้เดียงสาของเธอตลอด แถมเจ้าเด็กน้อยหน้าหล่อลูกชายที่เกาะเธอหนึบด้วยอีกคน เขาทั้งเเกลียด ทั้งสงสาร จนกระทั่งวันที่เขาต้องมารู้ความจริงบางอย่าง… “แล้ว…แล้วถ้าเป็นลูกกูจริงทำไมน้ำค้างถึงไม่บอกกูวะ”

小さなクラス内事件をきっかけに、金髪の美少女・海堂エリカは「探偵事務所（謎解き部）」を立ち上げる。 幼馴染みの雨宮直央は、そんな彼女に巻き込まれながら、止まった時間を動かすように歩き出す。 次々と舞い込む日常の謎を解き明かす二人。 だが、彼らはまだ――あの日の痛みを抱えたまま、笑っていた。 そして、誰も気づかなかった“もう一つの謎”が、静かにその輪郭を現していく――。 それでも、蒼眼の名探偵は今日も笑顔で叫ぶ。 「ひらめいた！」

คนนึงก็ร้าย อีกคนก็ไม่ยอมใคร มันจะเป็นความรักได้จริง ๆ หรอ? หรือสุดท้ายมันก็แค่ความสัมพันธ์ที่บิดเบี้ยว?

Seven years into their marriage, Bella got hit with a truth—Steven had a kid. A six-year-old. She crouched behind the preschool slide, barely breathing, as Steven bent down to scoop the boy up. "Daddy, you haven't come to see me in forever." "Be good, Ollie. Work's been crazy. Listen to your mom, alright?" Bella froze. Same face. Same eyes. It was obvious. Everything about them screamed it—The man who swore he'd love her forever had been cheating on her this whole time. Steven and Bella weren't just a couple. They were childhood sweethearts. She once took a knife for him. Nearly died. Lost their baby. Lost the chance to ever have one again. Steven had held her hand back then, eyes red, saying, "I don't care if we never have kids. As long as I have you, that's enough." She still heard the shake in his voice. Now? Every promise. Every memory. All of it—gone.

When disgraced journalist Elliot Dorne receives an anonymous invitation to Wintercroft Hall—a decaying mansion on a fog-shrouded island—he is promised the story of a lifetime. But upon his arrival, Elliot finds himself among six strangers, each with their own shadowy past. Their enigmatic host, the frail and reclusive Vivienne Ashworth, claims she has summoned them to reveal a deadly truth about the Ashworth family legacy. Before she can confess, Vivienne collapses, and chaos ensues. A violent storm traps the guests on the island, and the discovery of a gruesome murder sets paranoia ablaze. As Elliot uncovers cryptic messages, hidden rooms, and a chilling photograph that ties him to the Ashworth family, he realizes that nothing about this gathering is random. With the mansion’s dark history unraveling and secrets surfacing at every turn, Elliot must confront the ghosts of his own past to survive. But the deeper he digs, the clearer it becomes—someone inside Wintercroft Hall is playing a deadly game, and not everyone will make it out alive. When disgraced journalist Elliot Dorne is invited to the remote and crumbling Wintercroft Hall, he’s promised the story that could save his career. But the mansion’s sinister halls conceal more than just secrets—they harbor a legacy of betrayal, murder, and lies. Elliot is joined by six strangers, all summoned by the enigmatic Vivienne Ashworth. Frail and reclusive, she claims to know the truth about their darkest sins. Before she can reveal anything, a violent storm cuts them off from the outside world—and the first body is discovered. As cryptic messages and chilling clues emerge, Elliot realizes that his connection to the Ashworth family runs deeper than he could have imagined. Someone in Wintercroft Hall knows the truth about his past, and they’ll stop at nothing .

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

I don't kick up a fuss when Jasper Sutton's childhood sweetheart once again takes my spot in the front passenger seat. Instead, I obediently head to the backseat to sit with his good friend, Jonathan Clayton. When we drive along a bumpy road, my knee brushes against Jonathan's toned thigh. I deliberately leave it there, and he doesn't move. We stop for a break at a rest area. Jasper's childhood sweetheart clings to him as they head to the restroom. As soon as the door is shut, Jonathan grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. As I descend into the throes of passion, I can't help thinking it's no wonder people like to cheat.

My three-year-old daughter was playing in the room, and she suddenly fell from the window of the room and died. In my past life, I held her lifeless body after learning the news, crying so hard I thought I would never stop. But when my husband rushed back, he slapped me across the face without a second thought. "How could you be so cruel? You actually threw her out of the window—she was only three!" I was too stunned to react. Later, my husband and my best friend teamed up and testified that I had thrown my daughter from the window because I had an argument with my husband. I was cyberbullied and labeled the "evil mom". Amid the public hatred and the pain of losing my daughter, I jumped to prove my innocence. Even in death, I still didn't understand. My daughter had been fine playing in the room—how did she fall out of the window? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she fell.

My daughter gets into an accident and needs to leave town for an operation. My husband is the pilot of the flight that takes her there. However, instead of calling him, I head straight to the airport and ask the ground staff for help. In my past life, I begged and pleaded with my husband for help. He arranged a seat for our daughter and flew the plane there. Because of that, he missed the chance to send his childhood sweetheart to the hospital, and she died in labor. My husband disappeared for two months after that. He later returned, acting like nothing had happened. However, one day, he poisoned the whole family. "If not for you forcing me to get on that flight, I could've taken her to the hospital. She would've given birth, and she wouldn't have died. You guys are the ones who deserve to die!" He pushed me off the 20th floor. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my daughter gets into an accident. This time, my husband successfully takes his childhood sweetheart to the hospital. But why does he later regret it?