Tokyo Ghoul Investigator Mga Nobela at Kwento

- Psalm 22:2 * * * * Tokyo Medical University Hospital Tokyo, Japan Yuri is frustrated, Ren is irritated, and Tohya is annoyed. The three Phantoms were currently at the reception desk of the Tokyo Medical University Hospital, and were trying to convince one of the two receptionists that they were given the clearance to enter the morgue of the hospital for investigations. The entire morgue level of the hospital was shut down by the director of the hospital until after the investigation. “Look, we’re given the clearance to enter the morgue for investigations,” said Ren for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, growing steadily irritated with the guy that he was arguing with. “Do us a favour an

I didn’t look back until we were safely inside the car. That night, after I tucked her in and waited until sleep took her again, my phone rang. The investigator’s voice was grim. “Whoever you’re dealing with isn’t an amateur. He tried to cover his tracks. But he was no match for me.” I closed my eyes briefly. “Good,” “A name came up. Malcolm Rex.” The line went dead, that was all I needed. I stood there in the dark, listening to Nyla’s steady breathing from the bedroom.

She shook her head slightly. “That makes men like him careless.” The words settled into place inside my mind. Like pieces of a puzzle sliding together. “You think he’ll slip,” I said. “He already has.” My head lifted. Ms Caroline opened the folder she had brought out a document which she handed me. “Your investigator delivered this tonight.” Helina. The name sat clearly at the top of the page. My mind snagged on something else first. My investigator? I didn’t remember hiring one. My stomach tightened slightly.

Maybe this was nothing. But the sick feeling in my stomach told me otherwise. The investigator’s presence here meant only one thing—he’d uncovered something significant. Something that could unravel everything I’d worked for over the past five years. I gripped the steering wheel until my hands hurt, watching him through my windshield. He was older, maybe sixty, with gray hair and the mien of someone who made his living uncovering secrets people wanted to keep buried. I had to know what he’d found. I got out of my car and walked across the street. The investigator looked up as I approached, his face cautious.

"Well, we can only validly come to the conclusion when an investigation has been properly conducted. Until then, we should find a way to get Ezra to calm down and to also keep him away from the public to decrease any reason for suspicion." "What suspicion are we talking about here?" A voice came through from the entrance, grabbing all our attention. I stretched my neck to see who it was. It was Hale, popularly known as the Blood Investigator. He walked in with so much confidence that one would have easily concluded he owned the house. Father stood up and so did everyone else. Behind Hale were a few more vampires who worked with him. "Hale," Father called out gently. I stood up as well since

said Gabriel, “so, if you guys don’t mind, we’re trying to conduct a serious scientific investigation here.” I snorted. “Oh, yeah, sure. Real serious.” Alex elbowed me in the rib. I winced and promptly shut up. But Gabriel glared at me. “It is serious,” he clarified. His severe expression made it very clear how much he was not playing right now. I nodded in mock agreement. “Yeah?” asked William. He was still inspecting the array of Ghostbuster-esque equipment the ‘investigators’ had laid out on the decrepit kitchen counter. He examined a pair of what looked to be night vision goggles. “What’ve you got so far?”

“We… don’t know. The cameras were disabled. The guards were tranquilized—non-lethal shots. Whoever did it, they weren’t here to fight. They were here to erase.” A slow, cold rage crawled through my veins. “Professionals,” Noah whispered. “Yes,” the investigator confirmed. “Very trained. Very fast. They left no prints, no tracks, no digital traces. They didn’t even take anything. They only… killed him.” My jaw clicked. “And you let them sneak into this place?” My voice cut through the room. The investigator flinched, bowing deeply. “I take full responsibility, sir. It was our failure—” “Failure?”

“But nothing else. No names. Just ‘he won’t like this,’ or ‘wait till the boss hears about this.’” The senior investigator leaned forward. “Anything distinct about them? Skin color? Scars? “One of them had a tattoo. Around his neck.” She motioned vaguely. “It was… symbolic. I only caught a glimpse, they were all covered up.” The investigator exchanged looks with his partner, then exhaled. “That’s enough. You’ve given us plenty of information.” She sighed, but not in relief, because—Mia was still unconscious. ************************* Upstairs, in Zac’s bedroom, the only sound was the steady beep… beep… beep of the monitor. The slow, rhythmic reminder that she was still alive.

“Come on.” “Jason,” Ghost says, voice tight. “Behind you.” The corridor floods with black code like ink in water. It swarms the web’s edges and chews. A face flickers in it. Not a face, exactly. A hole shaped like a face. “Hello, thief,” the hole says. “Identify,” Ben snaps. “Jason, do not talk to it.” “Who are you?” Leah asks, low. “Owner,” the hole says. “Collection Agent. Curator. Pick a title you fear.”

Me (reply): “Then start looking. I’ll have another investigator in your place by 9 PM if you can’t move tonight.” I hit “send” before I could second-guess the threat. Seconds later, the investigator’s reply appeared: Investigator: “Understood. We’ll depart at 4:00 AM sharp. ETA at the bakery service door: 6:30 AM. No mistakes.” I leaned back, my breath coming out in a slow exhale. Dawn wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do. I tapped one last message: Me: “Good. Confirm when you’re five minutes out. And remember: no witnesses, no errors. You’ll have liability if I hear otherwise.”