Who Is The Department Of Bloody Murders: Fact Or Fiction?

Scene: Late last night, a body was found in the park. The body was covered in blood and had a knife embedded in its stomach. Detective Conan and Detective Walter have been sent from different departments to investigate the scene of the murder.

Detective Conan was a young man in his twenties with a droopy mustache and a pair of glasses. As his company-provided limo arrived at the scene, one could notice his completely black suit. He had a bulging briefcase of which he opened as soon as he stepped out of the car. When Conan arrived at the scene, he noticed another man near the victim’s body. This man was considerably tall and astute. While walking towards the man, Conan noticed that he appeared to be a middle-aged man, and he saw the person’s

Who are you? Why are you in this area? These kinds of matters should be left to the hands of professionals.” Conan used a condescending tone towards the young gentleman, as Detective Conan did not see how a naive child like this man could solve the case any better than he could. The person replied gruffly, “I am Detective Walter, from the Department of Bloody Murders. I was sent here from a department who actually wanted to get work done.” Hearing this, Conan opened his case and took out a magnifying glass and said with a hint of irritation, “Well, I think I am more suited for this job, so you can go on back to your department now.” Walter replied calmly, “We can make our own observations and leave. It won’t affect each others’ conclusions.” Detective Conan mumbled angrily under his breath and finally grumbled, “Fine, you just better not hamper my observations. I am here to make a living, not to play around with childish people. They don’t pay me enough in this field

However, he was not very concentrative while attempting to find evidence. Although he was a man of a very high position, Detective Conan was not paid very much to solve cases. “I really should consider forcing the head of the department to give me a raise. I work very hard in this department, it really should be fair for me to earn more than my co-workers. When I finish this case, I will go back to my office and complain to him. Maybe I could even go now. I could just tell them that the case was already being handled by one of my colleagues. That would be a great idea and I would probably get that raise that I wanted,” Detective Conan muttered to himself. He looked over his shoulder at Detective Walter and saw that he was working very diligently on the case. Conan made up his mind and yelled, “Hey, you, I’m going to go back to my department and report that I’ve solved the case. You should keep working, though, and keep me updated. Take my business card; you better report back to me.” He tossed a business card over his shoulder towards Walter and called for his limo. Walter realized what Conan was doing but decided to catch the business card anyway. As Conan sped away in his limo, Walter tore up the business card, threw it over his shoulder, and continued to work on the case, never deciding to update Conan in the