Vodka Detective Conan Novels & Stories

Dionysus raised his wine. “Do you get everything?” Shadow sat next to Dionysus. “No.” “Do you want to take a sip?” Conan answered the question sincerely as his puppy eyes were following Shadow while Dionysus was offering his alcohol to Shadow. “No thanks,” Shadow answered politely and pushed the full bottle to Dionysus. “No worries. I have all the answers.” “Already?” Conan released the man and pushed him to the ground. “Yeah. I can hear them loud and clear.” She tapped her own brain.

he simply added. Grey let out a forced laugh. “Just give me a damn drink,” he growled, irritated. The bartender said nothing more and proceeded to make a drink for him. “Here is your drink, Sir. It's called Karma. Please enjoy.” The bartender placed the glass on the bar counter. “Come again? What did you say my drink was?” he asked, his eyebrows nearly merging into a straight line as he took the glass. “Vodka…,” the bartender replied with a straight face. “Devil Springs Vodka.”

taking a sip from a vodka bottle. "She has one man with her although she was eager to sell him out." His lieutenant laughed. "Look at this poor sap." He extended his phone so Yuri to see. Yuri began laughing as he raised the bottle back to his mouth for another sip. 'This is a good day, no harm in celebrating a little....' Yuri glanced at the picture and froze, his eyes damn near bulging out of his head. "PfFFFFFT!" He sprayed Vodka everywhere before reaching out at seizing the phone to examine the picture better. 'Oh shit!' "Call everyone now!"

Logan protested. "Look," Conan said firmly. He kneeled next to the grieving detective and put his hand under Logan's chin and tilted it upward. "I've had to deal with a lot of gruesome deaths in my line of work. Trust me, you'll be relieved." Before the detective knew it, Conan dragged him off the scene. He tried to resist but Conan only shoved him down until they were beside the little girl once again. Who knows if she had witnessed what happened to her mother?

Conard asked to speak next with a hand gesture. Conard was very refreshed after drinking the red drink in the glass, while Eric used to give up after drinking half a glass. "So I was wondering how you would find your mate..?" Eric asked curiously and looked at Conard who was sitting on the sofa. "Never use common sense." Conard stared at him at such a simple question. "Tell me, how will you know if this is your mate?" He was stubborn to know how Conard would find his mate. "Smell. Blood." Conard closed his eyes and smelled a scent he had never smelled before today. His lips were smiling.