Conan's Exorcist Detective

Chapter 121 Mrs. Sato
After Kosaka Haruhiko entered the instruction manual of the rice cooker, the first thing that caught his eye was the level of evil spirit repels.

Just as he thought, it has been upgraded to level 9.

Earlier in the car, Haruhiko felt that his hearing had become much sharper than before, which was probably the result of his improved skills.

In addition, physical fitness has become stronger than before.

The feeling of increasing physical strength without having to train hard is actually quite pleasant.

Looking further down, the kendo skill is still maintained at level 64.

It hasn't changed in a long time.

But Haruhiko always felt that it was accumulating strength and wanted to give him a big one.

Just be patient and wait.

Anyway, there is still some time before the Kendo Tournament, so for now, all these random skills will be enough.

Moreover, kendo skills are sometimes not as practical as those with steel pipes, lime, or wine bottles without a Japanese sword in hand.

If it is a life-and-death struggle, it is easier to survive by using any means necessary.

If you want to know what unique advantages kendo skills have.

I guess it just looks more handsome when fighting.

When Haruhiko was fighting in the Kendo Club, although his strength was not strong enough to completely crush his opponent, because of the cheats, each of his movements was very standard, and the effect was very visually appealing.

So every time Haruhiko hits the right spot with a cool posture, the cheers of the little fans can be heard immediately from the audience.

Then look back.

I found out that the little fan girl was actually Suzuki Sonoko, who was cheering there with the somewhat reluctant Ran Mouri.

That scene often appeared in the kendo club's practice field, and every time it would draw a wave of eye rolls from the boys around.

Haruhiko continued reading, skipping over the kendo skills.

Street fighting has been upgraded a lot, from level 50 directly to level 55.

Perhaps it is because the opponents this time are all Yakuza, and the fighting process is more like the fighting style between Yakuza.

Steel pipes, lime, wine bottles, and even sugarcane were used in the end, and it had unexpected effects.

Although no skills were given this time, the ability bonus brought by the level increase is also obvious.

Haruhiko always felt that he could throw the sugar cane into Kondo Masaru's gun barrel. In addition to his proficiency in throwing, his street fighting level probably also had a lot of bonuses.

Further down are a few special entries.

Haruhiko wanted to quickly skip to the bottom, but his eyes involuntarily stopped at the entry of [Fancy Falls].

This strange skill seemed to have a very low presence ever since it was acquired. I wonder if it was because he didn't notice it even when it was triggered.

And Haruhiko always felt that this entry seemed to affect the people around him.

For example, the scene in the afternoon where Sato Miwako slid along the floor with her chest muscles and exposed the soles of her feet to him might have been caused by this entry.

How could a normal person fall like that?

It's very difficult.

Haruhiko pulled his thoughts back from his wandering thoughts and continued reading.

Soon a new face was found among the many entries.

【Cat feet】——

Description: Parkour around the city like a cat.

The instructions seem a bit incomprehensible and it seems difficult to understand what they mean at first glance.

However, considering his previous behavior of running on the eaves with Sato Miwako, it is probably an entry that increases parkour ability.

But what’s the use of this?
Will I encounter many scenes requiring parkour in the future?

If you think about it carefully, it is not impossible. Conan staged the ultimate escape from the Black Organization several times in the movie, and there were also scenes like dodging Gin's shooting on the Tokyo Tower.

It is difficult to guarantee that you will not encounter similar situations in the future.

No matter what, it's always good to have a skill that allows you to escape to the roof.

The name of this entry is a bit strange.

When mentioning cat feet, Haruhiko thinks of the pads on the cat's feet, which are pink and tender and very comfortable to stroke.

Then he recalled that in the afternoon when he applied medicine to Sato Miwako, the soles of her soft little feet were as soft as the pads of a kitten's paws, and felt just as good to pinch.

Think of this.

Haruhiko's gaze subconsciously fell on Sato Miwako's white bare feet stepping on the tatami.

She seemed very happy to know the identity of the bomber, and her little feet moved gently, tapping the beat on the tatami.

At this time, Miwako Sato picked up a piece of beef from the pot, dipped it in the sauce in the bowl and brought it to her mouth, then pouting her cherry lips and blowing gently.

Wait until the temperature of the meat slices cools down a bit.

She put the tender beef into her mouth and then licked the sauce on her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Every time she eats a piece of beef, a happy expression appears on Miwako's face, and her small toes curl up together, as if she is enjoying the process very much.

Haruhiko found it very interesting to watch her little feet moving back and forth.

"What are you looking at?" Miwako asked suddenly.

Haruhiko came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Look at how delicious you are eating."

"Is that so?" Meiwazi smiled mischievously, "Would you like to try it?"

"Try it?" Haruhiko looked puzzled, and then his eyes moved back and forth between her soft lips and white feet, as if he was choosing a suitable product.

"Impure thoughts!"

Miwako stretched out her chopsticks and pretended to poke him in the eyes.

Haruhiko dodged backwards: "Then what do you want to taste?"

"Beef, of course."

Haruhiko: "I ate it, it tasted pretty good."

"This is not ordinary beef." Miwako picked up another piece of meat, dipped it in her bowl of sauce, and then put it to her mouth and blew gently.

But this time the chopsticks were particularly close to her lips, almost touching the meat.

Then, Miwako's fair arm crossed the low table and handed the meat slice to Haruhiko: "Ah~"

Haruhiko opened his mouth.

Miwako fed the slice of meat into his mouth.

"How is it? Any special feeling?" Miwako's long eyelashes fluttered.

Haruhiko said as he chewed, "The sauce is really delicious."

"Of course it's delicious. This is my mom's secret recipe." Miwako rolled her eyes at him. "Plus, I'm feeding you this with my deepest gratitude. Consider it my way of thanking you for your performance today."

"Is that all? I fought a bunch of yakuza for you." Haruhiko deliberately showed a dissatisfied expression.

"This is all the sauce I have left. It's what allows me to eat those vegetarian products every day." Miwako picked up the empty bottle of sauce on the table and shook it at Haruhiko.

Haruhiko remained unmoved.

Meihezi said with a bitter face: "How about this, I will treat you to a good meal after I get my salary."

"That's what you said last time." Haruhiko exposed her mercilessly.

"Eh? Is that so? Why don't I remember it?" Miwako tilted her head as if thinking.

"Really? Please remember it for me." Haruhiko said helplessly.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I will definitely not go back on my word this time." Miwako patted her chest and promised, and the two lumps of elastic fat wrapped in her clothes kept shaking.

Haruhiko looked unconvinced, but he still focused on watching the game.

Meiwazi laughed dryly and changed the subject: "By the way, speaking of my mom, I think she called me before, but I was tracking the enemy at the time and didn't answer."

As she spoke, she picked up her cell phone and dialed a number.

"Miwako? Why didn't you answer the phone before?" Mrs. Sato's voice came from the phone.

Although Miwako didn't turn on the speakerphone, Haruhiko could still hear the voice on the phone clearly with his hearing ability.

"I'm busy." Miwako stirred the bowl with chopsticks.

"Don't work too hard. Staying up late will make you old, and then no one will want you." Sato's mother was as sharp as ever.

Meiwazi smiled awkwardly: "I see, what are you calling about?"

Mrs. Sato said, "I'm just asking, have you contacted Kosaka-kun?"

Sato Miwako glanced at Haruhiko, winked at him, and said, "I happened to be with him. We were eating sukiyaki."

Haruhiko also greeted over the phone: "Hello, Aunt Sato."

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.

Then came Mrs. Sato's surprised voice: "Oh, I was worried that you were too busy to meet him, it seems that I was worrying too much."

"Well, I happened to have nothing to do today, so I came out to chat." Sato Miwako raised her hand and gave Haruhiko a thumbs up.

"Then I won't bother you anymore. Miwako, you must seize the opportunity." Mrs. Sato lowered her voice, but Haruhiko still heard it.

After hearing this, Sato Miwako lowered her head and fixed her gaze on the slender fingers stirring the sauce. "Mom, what are you talking about? It hasn't come to that." "That's why I let you seize the opportunity," Mrs. Sato said. "By the way, I also prepared a little surprise for you. It's hidden in the compartment of your suitcase. Come and take a look."

Miwako was stunned: "Huh? Did you hide something? It's the sauce...Huh? Why did you hang up?"

There was a busy tone on the other end.

Miwako Sato put down the phone, looking confused.

"My mother said she brought me a gift, maybe some sauce. You can get it from the compartment of the suitcase." Miwako said to Haruhiko.

Haruhiko nodded, stood up and walked towards the suitcase.

The bedroom wasn't big, and it wasn't as messy as Haruhiko had imagined. It felt clean and tidy overall. It was probably because Sato Miwako had fallen straight onto the bed and fallen asleep as soon as she got home, leaving no room for mess.

The bed in the room is a double bed, and the other side of the bed is tightly attached to the windowsill without a single gap.

A soft quilt was piled on the white sheets, and perhaps because it had just been washed, it gave off a faint smell of laundry detergent.

The floor of the room was covered with tatami and there were several posters on the snow-white walls.

The posters were filled with faces Haruhiko didn't recognize. Among them was a girl with slightly curly hair who looked a bit like a grown-up Shirley.

Because there is no air conditioning, the windows are half open, and the humid sea breeze that flows in blends with the meat aroma that fills the room, forming a wonderful smell that makes people relax.

Haruhiko sat closer to the bed, and the large suitcase was placed on the ground at the end of the bed.

So Haruhiko stood up and walked over to the suitcase. After unzipping it, he asked, "Which compartment is this?"

"There should be only one mezzanine. Reach in and feel around the side," said Miwako.

Haruhiko followed the instructions and found the compartment that looked like a secret compartment, but after reaching in, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

He gently pulled out a corner of the thing inside and quickly put it back.

With just a glance, Haruhiko determined that the interlayer did not contain any sauce at all, but some kind of plastic cover, and there should be quite a lot of it.

Haruhiko took it in his hand and felt it.

I thought to myself that Mrs. Sato really doesn't consider herself a human being.

He didn't know if Miwako could handle this amount, but he himself would probably be drained dry, right?
Haruhiko thought about it and decided to fool around.

After all, his relationship with Sato Miwako was not close enough to allow them to talk about such things without batting an eyelid.

Just now, when Miwako heard her mother tell her to seize the opportunity, she subconsciously avoided Haruhiko's sight.

Not to mention talking about these things.

Haruhiko turned around and said, "I think it's not necessary. I'm almost full. I'll keep these 'sauces' for yourself."

"You're welcome. Although I can't treat you to a big meal for the time being, please let me at least satisfy you with the sauce." Miwako said sincerely.

Haruhiko thought to himself, if I take this thing out, we are not sure who will satisfy whom.

"Uh, that's really not necessary." Haruhiko tried to zip up the suitcase.

But there was a sound of footsteps coming from behind.

Sato Miwako ran over and grabbed Haruhiko's wrist from behind: "I told you not to be so polite."

Her body pressed against him, and the pleasant scent of shower gel kept coming into Haruhiko's nose.

And because both of them were half-squatting on the ground.

Miwako's beautiful white legs were exposed in front of him without any reservation. Her knees were pressed on the tatami, and there was still some sauce residue at the corners of her mouth.

Haruhiko suddenly felt that she looked strangely cute.

Damn it, if I take the stuff out of the compartment in this situation, it will not only be more embarrassing, but there is also the possibility of an accidental discharge of the gun.

No, she must be stopped.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Miwako's other hand had already reached into the compartment of the suitcase.

Haruhiko is quick-witted and quick-handed.

He grabbed her fair wrist, and then a delicate touch came from his palm.

Meiwazi opened her mouth slightly, her face red: "What are you doing, taking advantage of me?"

"Actually, this place is... um!" Haruhiko's words were ruthlessly interrupted.

Meiwazi directly knocked him down on the bed behind him with her shoulder, glared at him and said, "Today I can only give you sauce, don't think too much."

Haruhiko rubbed his chest and sat up, and saw that Miwako's hand had already reached in.

After Meihezi put her hand in, she also realized something was wrong.

Judging from the feel, it might be something like a disposable bag of shampoo.

But she clearly brought shampoo, so why did her mother force it on her?

Could it be that shampoo with this scent can increase attractiveness to men?
This is all Miwako's little brain can think of.

Without thinking, she pulled out the "shampoo" inside.

Then she was dumbfounded.

No matter how stupid Miwako was, she knew what the long row of packaged rubber products in her hand were.

Her cheeks turned visibly red, like a boiled lobster, and the object in her hands became a hot potato.

At this moment, Haruhiko just struggled to sit up from the bed.

Miwako threw the condom in her hand directly into Haruhiko's arms: "Asshole! You...why didn't you tell me earlier."

Haruhiko said innocently, "I was about to say something, but you interrupted me."

Miwako Sato wanted to refute, but found that what this guy said seemed to be right.

What's more, this thing was originally stuffed in by her mother and has nothing to do with Haruhiko.

Miwako was a little panicked and wanted to turn around and run away.

Haruhiko also quickly stood up, trying to hide the hot potato in his hands.

But Sato Miwako suddenly remembered that these condoms should not be moved.

If her mother found out that this thing had been moved, it would be equivalent to confirming the relationship between her and Haruhiko. Then it would not be so easy to fool her mother by using the excuse of incompatibility of personalities.

The two people had different ideas.

But they were all a little uneasy about this row of rubber products.

then--

Haruhiko and Miwako collided violently.

In fact, the force of the collision was not great, at least it was far less than the force he and Miwako used to collide with each other during their sparring.

But the key point is that Haruhiko is a person with a "special entry".

So even if it's just an ordinary fall, [Fancy Fall] will create shocking results for him.

Haruhiko felt a black screen in front of his eyes at that moment, and his teeth seemed to hit something chewy and elastic, causing them to become a little loose.

He covered his mouth to recover from the dizziness.

The first thing that catches the eye is Sato Miwako's long white legs lying on the white bed sheets. Her elastic and slender legs reflect charming light under the fluorescent light.

Looking up along her snow-white legs, I saw the bikini she had tried on before.

It seems that Haruhiko had guessed wrong before. She was not naked under her T-shirt, but was wearing a swimsuit.

If you continue to look upwards, the next scene will be a bit criminal.

Under the force of the collision, Sato Miwako's loose T-shirt was lifted up to her chest.

Although her important parts were covered, her slender waist was still exposed to the air.

In addition, those rubber products were scattered like flowers from the sky, scattered on Miwako's belly without a trace of fat, rising and falling with her breathing.

Looking up further, the snow-white and round northern hemisphere is covered by a white T-shirt, and only the edge of the terrain can be vaguely seen.

However, Haruhiko immediately noticed a red tooth mark on the side of the northern hemisphere.

So this is the chewy thing, Haruhiko suddenly realized.

But this discovery made his sanity drop drastically, and he had to move his gaze upwards to divert his attention.

Finally, his gaze fell on Sato Miwako's face.

Haruhiko felt vaguely relieved, thinking that at least the kind of scene that made him unable to control his impulses would not happen again.

After all, he is a normal man, and sometimes he can't fully use his upper brain to think about problems.

But what Haruhiko never expected was.

The facial content, which he thought was the least threatening, dealt him a heavy blow.

Because of the previous collision and tearing, the rubber objects in his hand fell on the bed like flowers from the sky, and one of them happened to fall near Sato Miwako's mouth.

So what appeared before Haruhiko was——

Detective Sato, with her soft short hair scattered messily on the bed sheets, an alluring blush on her cheeks, a strange rubber object in her mouth, and a shy look at him.

Haruhiko felt as if he was hit by something.

His breathing suddenly became heavy.

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