Tokyo Ghoul Investigator Novels & Stories

"They watch her constantly. Not like parents. Not like family. Like scientists watching an experiment. Every reaction. Every emotion. Every mistake. Nothing escapes their attention." I rubbed my jaw. My mouth had gone dry. The investigator's reports flashed through my mind. The psychiatrists. The sealed records. The missing information. The strange deaths. One coincidence after another. And now this.

The parking garage smelled of rain-soaked concrete and motor oil, the kind of damp, claustrophobic air that made sound travel strangely—every footstep a hollow echo, every breath too loud. Jaxon waited by a concrete pillar painted with a faded yellow B2. His coat collar was turned up against the draft, his eyes flicking between the exit ramps and the rusted chain-link fencing that caged in the far wall. The private investigator emerged from the stairwell door like a shadow detaching from the darkness. He was wiry, with a smoker’s cough and a face that seemed carved from leather. The brim of his cap cut a sharp shadow over his eyes, obscuring any readable intent.

Still, something about her rang a bell. I tugged at my sleeve. I felt annoyed and fidgety. Focus, Cassandra. You came here to watch. To collect proof. Not to get jealous. "Madam." A low voice whispered right by my ear. It broke my reverie immediately. I turned just a bit. I met the eyes of one of my hired investigators. He was a small guy. Sharp cheekbones. He had this knack for disappearing into nothing. "Keep watching." I murmured. I kept my lips still. Every little thing counts tonight.

“Do you understand what it means to be thorough? To find leverage? To dig where people don’t want you to?” He nodded once. “I understand. I just—” “Just what?” she interrupted. “Just tell me. You’ve got nothing? You followed her for days, and you couldn’t find a single mistake, a single secret, a single thing to use against her?” The investigator exhaled softly. “I haven’t found anything significant. Chelle is very careful. She doesn’t leave patterns.” Victoria’s eyes narrowed. “Very careful, huh? That’s rich.” She slammed her hand onto the table, making him flinch. “You call this work? You call this information?”

They hurried toward the vehicles and met Hugo, who immediately began explaining the situation. "They’re not here," Hugo said. "Some of our men are dead, and two others are badly injured. The local police were called. They’re human, but the lead investigator’s a werewolf—he can cover up details, like the silver bullet they used." Andriel listened intently to Hugo’s explanation, but an urgent need to see the scene for himself pulled him toward the wreckage. He strode forward, with Hugo and Brian close behind. A few officers tried to block their path, but when the werewolf investigator caught sight of Andriel, he bowed his head and waved them through.

Davies, irritated at not having direct contact with Ralph and very much suspicious regarding Rebecca's intentions and Silvia's whereabouts, had opted to take matters in his hands. He had hired the investigator to discover whatever was in her background that would likely shed some light on Rebecca's history and intentions regarding Ralph. The investigator, an old agent named Keller, was cautious and meticulous. He watched over the mansion for hours at a stretch, noting arrivals and departures, strained encounters with Ralph and his former colleagues, and the constant shadowy figure of Rebecca. He also began investigating Rebecca's history, finding a trail of carefully hidden financial misdeed

A man who dark skin that has a reddish undertone, long black hair, and Aztec/Incan/Mayan-type tattoos greets carefully walking toward us. "Jericho. Good morning to you too. I appreciate you coming here." "Interestingly enough when you called me yesterday about the case, I was already in town." "Jericho is a mystic I've worked with before he knows all about the occult stuff like this," Detective Porter explains. I reach a hand out to shake Jericho's. "I'm Jensen. I'm the lead forensic investigator." "Jach ki'imak in wool in wilikech. In kaaba'e Jericho."

I hope I got that right. - Yes, you did. Will smiled and then drank. - May we continue? Will nodded his head to Peter. - I will go undercover, no questions asked. I'm an illegal trader passing through New York. - That's it. Give me daily reports on what you find out. No hurry. The important thing is to get to Canino. Daryl's codename made Morgana's shoulders twitch. 'Damn it!'

"They are still strangers and what did I say not to talk about it to anyone huh? let's go home it seems I have to increase your study time" "But mo-" "Excuse me, Ma'am," Ren said walking towards the lady with the short black hair wearing a yellow dress reaching just below her knees. Along with a large ladies bag in her arm while others holding Zoe. Making the lady feaze in response gulping in response as she turns her head around to face both of them. "Yes?" "I'm detective Ren here for the investigation of the disappearance of Tanaka Koishi and Yuki Ryuu. It would be good if you corporate with us about it as if seems you know something which is really important" for a few seconds the lady wa

And the room gets filled with awkwardness. Ayame suddenly comes barging inside the room they were inspecting and says- “Found it!” says Ayame while lifting up the corpse of the kuchisake-onna from a pile of rubble in the corner of one of the rooms she was investigating. “EEP!!!” screeches Natsuko and hides behind Makimi. “You got this from one of those rooms?” says Makimi while pointing at the corpse with a clearly disgusted face. “YEP! Also, this can potentially be one of our hints.”