The Great Mouse Detective Professor Ratigan 소설 & 이야기

Detective Gomez said. "I can't believe you're backing up a criminal, this is unusual of you huh, this man created the beast and Is here helping us to get him, there isn't any argument about this, that idiot is a criminal." The inspector general said. "But sir as we all heard him, professor Oscorb is the mastermind behind all this and doctor Tom is our best shot to capture the beast and Oscorb as well." Detective Gomez said. " Well we have him in our custody and he's going to help us, if he proves stubborn then a torture will follow." The inspector general said.

The old man and Professor Killiney must be close friends for him to speak so candidly. "Professor Killiney's golden retriever has a beautiful, glossy coat. It's well cared for," I said. The golden retriever was quite plump. If it weren't for its large, imposing size, I would have been tempted to pet it. "'Professor Killiney' sounds too formal. Call him Grandpa Patrick!" the old man suggested. The old man's friendly demeanor contrasted sharply with Professor Killiney's stern, dignified expression. I observed Killiney's face carefully, then just smiled at the old man without speaking.

The earth trembled and with these three steps alone, the 20 meter giant rat was already on top of Tristan. It could be seen from this speed alone that even at this size, it also boasted an explosive speed under its feet. Tristan looked like a dwarf in comparison. The magical rat dashed low and was about to eat a young boy’s body for lunch but its expectation and everyone else around could not have been more mistaken in the next breath. “It’s over!” Someone yelled in the audience of people. “BOOM!” A deafening sound scattered in all directions and in a heavy thud followed thereafter.

“Mateo is inside. They are questioning him separately. Whatever you say in there, make sure it aligns with what he is saying. Any contradictions and they’ll claim you’re both lying.” We enter the station. I’m led to an interrogation room, metal table, recording equipment, two detectives waiting. Detective Ruiz I recognize from before. The other is male, older, skeptical eyes. “Miss Vega. I’m Detective Morales.” He doesn’t offer his hand. “Let’s start with September twenty-second. The night you met Professor Sandoval.” Marina interrupts. “My client will answer questions relevant to the surveillance investigation only. Her personal relationship is not…”

the man said. "What the…" Detective Joe cussed quietly. "Do you sell package boxes here?" Justin asked. "No, this isn't a convenience store, is it?" The man said. Justin and detective Joe thanked him and left. They sighed when they got out of the place. "What is this?" Detective Joe asked frustrated. "We receive a dead rat, turns out we imagined that we got drugs from a female pharmacist and we have to go back to go and see that old man now," detective Joe said.

My heart stopped. The president of the detective club continued calmly. [The fourth-year senior is named Charlotte. She’s a lop-eared rabbit beastman.] The group chat exploded instantly. [Rabbit beastman?] [That lines up with Little Bunny, doesn’t it?] I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, thanking the heavens for this perfect scapegoat, when the detective club president delivered the killing blow. [Wait. I read the profile wrong. He’s a male.]

“You play a convincing rat.” Sabatine met his gaze. “It’s not a role I ever wanted.” He looked back at Anton. “But for you, I’ll play any part they need to see.” The trap was now double-spring. The digital phantom had been sampled. Now, the human confirmation—a tragically loyal man turned pragmatic traitor—was offering the full feast. They had played the mole so convincingly the earth itself seemed to believe it. All that was left was to see what manner of predator took the bait.

The room settled into a tense calmness as we prepared to discuss the reason for the Professor's presence. Turning to the Professor, I explained our predicament, recounting the treachery of Blake, Mia, and Miranda. I detailed our plan to exact revenge and bring justice to those who had wronged us. The Professor listened attentively, nodding occasionally as the gravity of the situation sank in. He understood the urgency and the importance of our request. After a thoughtful pause, the Professor's eyes gleamed with a mischievous twinkle. "I have just the solution for you," he declared, his voice filled with a newfound enthusiasm. "But it will require precise execution and unwavering determinatio

You should not drag any kind of kaku into your mouth, otherwise you can catch some kind of infection. “Listen,” the girl turned to the rat, narrowing her eyes, in which excitement interspersed with interest, “answer me, you dumb creature, you live here,” she looked around the whole room, “which means you know every nook and cranny here , every click... The rat, having stopped washing its snout, looked sideways at the she-wolf again, twitching its mangy tail warily. - How can I get out of here? The rodent, squeaking somehow hurt, stepped back, while not forgetting to keep an eye on the abnormal she-wolf, who, without inventing anything better, for some reason started strange conversations wit

As though going through some repulsive pregnancy, her stomach and chest become a heaving cavity of gore-speckled, stinking, burrowing rodents. My sole entertainment consists of watching a corpse rot while the rats gradually dismantle what's left... One rat moves a little closer to me than the others, as though inspecting me. It looks a little different too: the ears black-tipped. The others are all a uniform brown. It regards me, whiskers whiffling for a moment, then moves back to the main event, making itself at home on Juliana's rapidly collapsing chest. Ratty. Rat-like... Surely there's a better word?