Tokyo Ghoul Investigator Novels & Stories

Logan asked and the investigator's jaw tightened. "We don't know,” he replied. "But he left something behind,” the investigator added and every nerve in my body came alive. "What?" Logan asked. The investigator reached into his briefcase, then placed a small object on the table between us. The second I saw it, my blood turned to ice, because I recognized it immediately. It was a photograph. A photograph of me taken recently, very recently, which meant Victor Hale hadn't just known about me. He had been watching me.

She was a skeptic at heart, but the paycheck was too good to pass up. The man leading the investigation was Elias Crowe, legendary ghost hunter, ex-military, and built like a weapon. Tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing dark eyes, a scruffy jaw, and a deep voice that commanded attention. His black tactical gear hugged every muscle as he moved through the decaying halls with quiet confidence, EVP recorder in one hand and flashlight in the other. “Stay close, Riley,” he murmured as they entered the grand ballroom, dust swirling in their flashlight beams. “This place doesn’t play nice after midnight.”

He said, looking at me with concern. "I demand an autopsy". I turned away from the dead body and walked a little distance away from the scene. I can't handle this. Natalie has been like a mother and my closest friend. Who could do this? "This will go a long way. Definitely a big case". I looked up and saw Jason, my rival in this system. Jason has hated me to the core due to the fact that I was more favored and I got a lot of big cases to handle. I am a crime investigation officer and I have my own department and officers.

So, Tsuki would be investigating on two fronts, where he could find out more if he spoke to the spirit. Being a murder victim, she might as well wish her attackers dead, depending on everything, she would be thirsty for blood and revenge, even here he was in the Morgue, at that hour, the coroner, a short, bald man was making the report for damage, I say drilled holes. Around her listening to the report of the coroner, an old man, white and stocky, with thick glasses, in the midst of having two young and busty assistants. In which he had Lovecraft County police detectives as investigative colleagues, when Noriko Chan and Jack Lee and another detective on the case, Jason Jet, who were involved

A half-smoked cigarette remnant rested in the ashtray, and beside it was a half-drunk glass of whiskey. Gritting his teeth so hard and unable to hold himself from the worries that had been storming through his head and mind, he grabbed his phone which had been lying idle on the table for hours, and dialed the number of his investigator as fast as he could. “Sir,” the investigator spoke up. “Tell me you have something positive already,” he demanded, his voice dangerously quiet and low. The investigator’s heart plunged into fear, as his voice stiffened a bit after hesitating for a few seconds, “We are expanding the search across Asia now. China, Singapore, Korea, Thailand, and as well other ne

The investigator had beady eyes, but they were piercing. He watched me like he read my thoughts, or like he was just waiting for me to trip up and trap myself. “Who are you?” I asked, pretending I didn’t know. “An investigator from the Official Research Facility on Projection.” He didn’t offer a name. Was he attempting to intimidate me? If so, it was working. “Why would you want to talk to me?” I asked. “We are investigating Nurse Irene from the hospital. We have reason to believe that she has a patient with the projection ability, but is keeping it a secret. Those with projection are to be immediately reported to us.”

Vandaulf sat there, bracingly rigid, and facing him sat his private investigator. Her heart skipped a beat. "Lily," Vandaulf said in a low, unreadable voice. "Sit down." She sat down slowly, mind racing. The investigator looked up, his sharp eyes glinting with something too close to certainty. "I have news," he began. "About the woman from the Halloween night." Lily had a hammering heart in her breast, but no sound reached her mind except the beating of her heart within her ears. Vandaulf's eyes grew darker. "Go on."

He responded and his response earned an eye roll. “Of course you didn't.” The head forensic pathologist walked out of the laboratory and washed his hands tossing his gloves in the dump. He began to dial the investigators line as he had been getting tons of calls from them regularly and he kept reminding them that it took a while. “Hello?” He began as soon as the investigator answered. “Any report?” The investigator instantly spoke and he exhaled. “Matching the DNA analysis along with the dental record plus…” “Just tell me what I need to know.” The investigator cut him off, making him roll his eyes.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

“Those vehicles we had to move off our property. Remember the ones for the human police to find? Yeah, well, we found parts of the vehicles’ occupants.” Grimacing, Alrick asked, “Parts? How many… parts?” He leaned back on the corner of his mahogany desk. “We have a pit of them. From the animal predation it’s to hard to figure out who they were. There’s no way to move this. We need to call for a cleanup. The investigator isn’t pleased, but she’s insisting on taking over. Seems more than Victor was weird. She’s looking for proof he was working with that Lich. He might have provided body parts. Or money to the Lich.”