روايات وقصص ضمن Tokyo Ghoul Investigator

He stood up when he saw me. "Good morning too. Are you Ruthie Bernaldez?" "Yes, I am." He held out his hand to me, which I immediately reached. "I am a police investigator. I'm Detective Gaston." He let go of the handshake and sat in the chair opposite mine. There is a wooden coffee table between us. I swallowed and nervously looked at him. "How can I help you, Sir?" The detective cleared his throat before he spoke. He sounded very careful. "I just have a few questions for you."

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

Like she knew how the game would end. Maybe she had done this before. Maybe Damien was not all that special all. That thought should have made me feel better. It just made me feel tired. The investigator was quiet for a few seconds. He looked like he had not shown me the part yet. I noticed away. "What else?" He looked at me. "There is something more concerning." I got a chill down my spine. Without saying a word he reached into the folder. I pulled out some more photographs. The dates on them caught my attention.

And in the center of the room— a body. Covered completely except for the exposed hands. Male. Large frame. Ash-gray skin under the harsh fluorescent lights. Dead for less than six hours. Cattleya approached without hesitation. The investigator watched her with clinical intensity. “We were told you possess unusual anatomical insight.” She ignored the flattery and pulled on fresh gloves. The room quieted further. Even the physicians stepped back slightly—not from deference, but from expectation. She folded the sheet back. The temperature in the chamber seemed to drop.

Eventually, he grabbed his coat before dashing off to keep an eye on the investigation efforts… Gerald himself soon got back with the roasted chicken in hand. Upon entering the room, Master Ghost—who was watching television—couldn’t help but get to his feet as he asked, “Is that roasted chicken I smell?” “Bingo. Noda Ichiro, the head of the Japanese military’s investigation team, got them for us. Well, me. I ended up becoming a temporary investigator for them to hopefully ease my search for the Crawford cultivator,” explained Gerald. “I see. With the investigation team on our side, not only will your odds of finding the cultivator increase, but even if the cultivator discovers you, he probab

We are not that low to ruin a person’s life, like how that girl ruined Lilo’s life. “We’ll not give you a name if we don’t have any evidence, detective.” I was eyeing her, no, I was glaring. I was getting irritated at how she’s talking to us and how she’s acting. Like, I said, I was very observant, and I can see what she’s exactly doing. The investigator is trying to distract us, and make us think that whoever we thought was the killer wasn’t really the killer. It was sick to think that it’s clear as daylight that this annoying investigator is trying to cover up for none other than the suspect, Tiffania.

We went to three more stores, which significantly brought up her mood before we went back to the mansion, ready to call it a day. Before we went our separate ways, I tapped her on her little forehead. “Dinner by 8pm, don't forget, and don't be late,” I said as I left. I could feel her burning holes into my back as I climbed the stairs. I had other important matters to attend to. My phone rang as I got to the door of the office, it was my Personal Investigator, “yes Romeo speak.” I said as I opened the door of the office. “Sir, the name you sent to me. Robert Chen. He is a ghost, he is almost non-existent. He doesn't want to be found, and he made sure of it.” My Personal investigator said, hi

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

She turned back towards me "I, along with Ashley Skipton-" "-It's Skippy, Mia." He corrected, adjusting his belt. She glared at him before continuing "I, along with...Skippy, are the investigators here. I know you have met Skippy previously, but not I. I work along the lines of the shadows." "She means behind computers." Skippy said. Sebastian shot him a warning look, in which Skippy silenced himself and listened.

From the very moment he thought of ever sabotaging my launch he was already planning his downfall unknowingly. Right on schedule, my private phone buzzed. The investigator never called the main line; he liked to keep things clean. I picked up before the second ring. “What is the update?” I said. His voice came calm and collected. “You wanted the collector, the investors, and the gallery. You’ve got all three.” “Go ahead.”