Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"Huh? So fast?" Ran Mouri started to have second thoughts. "I think it's better to investigate first, just in case we're attacked by the Armored Knight..."

Warm Water: "That won't happen. Mouri-san, didn't you just say that you should celebrate your youth as early as possible?"

Ran Mouri hesitated for a moment, but with encouragement from Wenshui, she finally agreed to visit the art museum that evening.

As they spoke, the two had already approached the school gate.

Teitan students, who had gathered from all directions, came into view.

Not far away, student council members wearing disciplinary committee armbands and a physical education teacher holding a stick were conducting a strict inspection at the entrance.

Wen Shui noticed that the hot girls around him were desperately pulling down their skirts, which had been altered to be very short, to avoid trouble from the student council.

Two boys with shaved heads were standing with their backs to the school gate, hiding behind a telephone pole and huddled together furtively. Upon closer inspection, it turned out they were hiding cigarettes in their lunchboxes.

Wen Shui felt a tightness in her chest.

Why are the checks so strict today? They're even opening and checking backpacks!

Wen Shui suddenly remembered that he had a notebook with information about members of the Black Organization in his backpack. He was afraid it wouldn't be safe to leave it at home, so he carried it with him.

If this gets discovered and reaches Gin's ears, wouldn't he treat him as a spy who has infiltrated the organization?

The pace of the warm water slowed unconsciously.

Just then, a sudden voice rang in my ears.

After eliminating all impossible scenarios, whatever remains, however bizarre, must be the truth.

Wen Shui looked in the direction of the sound and saw a strangely dressed woman standing across the street.

She was wearing a woolen coat in the style of a late Victorian British gentleman, a deerstalker hat with the brim pulled low so that only her nose and below were visible, and a vintage pipe dangling from her mouth.

If it weren't for her female identity and the teru teru bozu doll tied to her backpack at her feet...

Wen Shui really thought Sherlock Holmes had wandered into the world of Conan.

But what's going on here? Is this some kind of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) sufferer?

Considering this is the world of Detective Conan, where detectives hold a high status, it's understandable that some people fantasize about being Sherlock Holmes.

Wen Shui pretended not to hear what the other person said.

He didn't want to get involved with this kind of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) patient. After all, he was a fan of Sherlock Holmes, and he should be much more capable of killing people than the average Beika citizen, right?

But to his surprise, after the woman finished saying that line, she actually walked straight towards him.

Chapter 6: The Murder at the Art Museum?

Wen Shui noticed this after the strangely dressed woman walked towards him.

All eyes turned to him again.

Especially the student council members, and the male teacher who stood at the school gate holding a wooden stick and looked like a yakuza.

Confusion, curiosity, schadenfreude...

Wen Shui felt like she had suddenly become the center of attention.

The Holmeses woman walked up to him, pulled up the brim of her deerstalker hat, revealing a vibrant face:

"He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair hadn't been styled in a long time, and he was wearing our school uniform. Most importantly, he looked surprised when he saw me."

You must be a new transfer student who wants to join the karate club, right?

Wen Shui paused for a moment before realizing that the other person was imitating Sherlock Holmes.

Unfortunately, they guessed all wrong!

Just then, Ran exclaimed from behind, "Sonoko? Why are you dressed like that?"

Wen Shui then realized that the strangely behaving woman standing in front of her was actually the second young lady of the Suzuki Group, Suzuki Sonoko.

It's no wonder he was slow to react; after all, Sonoko Suzuki's most iconic feature is her headband.

Today, she wasn't wearing a headband and was dressed in strange clothes, so it's normal that I didn't recognize her at first.

However, Wen Shui knew that Suzuki Sonoko was a carefree and somewhat comical character in the original work.

But isn't that a bit too exaggerated?

Sonoko Suzuki showed Ran her clothes: "You called me last night in the middle of the night and said you wanted to defeat Shinichi, that reasoning maniac, so I specially asked the butler to order these clothes."

As she spoke, Sonoko Suzuki lifted her bulging schoolbag and said with a smile:

"I also prepared clothes made to your size, but if you've gone through puberty recently..."

Ran quickly stepped forward and covered Sonoko Suzuki's mouth with her hand: "I just had an idea. If we do this, everyone will know. And you shouldn't talk about this kind of thing outside."

"A shot at Kansai?" Sonoko Suzuki mumbled.

Wen Shui noticed that more and more people were paying attention to them, so she quickly came to their rescue: "The teacher has already noticed us, and besides, Suzuki, you probably won't be able to get into school dressed like that, will you?"

Sure enough, the student council members wearing disciplinary committee armbands not far away were already getting ready to fight.

This made him even more worried that the secret in his schoolbag might be discovered.

Xiao Lan let go of her hand.

Sonoko Suzuki looked at Nukumizu seriously for several seconds, then gave an apologetic smile: "Oh, it's Watanabe-kun from the model club. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you just now."

"You guessed wrong again."

Sonoko Suzuki's eyes widened in surprise: "Eh? Could it be Yoshida from the karate club?"

Wen Shui sighed: "Suzuki-kun, shouldn't we be able to guess these things? Haven't we been living together for almost two years already?"

Upon hearing this, several Teitan girls who were nearby immediately put on gossipy faces.

Sonoko Suzuki, on the other hand, didn't notice anything amiss. Judging from her expression, she genuinely didn't know that Kazuki Onami was her classmate.

Wen Shui wondered to herself how little presence the original owner had in the class.

Then he looked at Xiaolan, hoping she could help explain.

"Sonoko, this is Wenshui-kun," Ran introduced. "The one who really likes to drink water from the tap in front of the club building."

Isn't this a bit odd how it's presented?

After Ran finished speaking, she turned her attention back to Sonoko Suzuki's clothes.

She frowned, her cute horns curving into a question mark, and said, "Besides, Watanabe-kun is right. If you dress like this, the student council will definitely tie you up at the door and use you as a negative example to embarrass you."

I already told you my name isn't Watanabe, so Nukumizu is speechless.

Sonoko Suzuki smiled smugly: "Don't worry, to make the investigation easier, I specially had the clothes designed to be easy to put on and take off. Even when being chased, it only takes less than ten seconds to change clothes."

As Sonoko Suzuki spoke, she unbuttoned her clothes, quickly revealing the uniform she was wearing underneath.

Xiaolan was startled: "Wait a minute! Don't take your clothes off here, lots of people are watching."

Wen Shui noticed that quite a few boys were indeed giving them strange looks.

Although Sonoko Suzuki was wearing a uniform, it's a rare sight to see a girl taking off her clothes in the street.

Sonoko Suzuki's hand froze in mid-air. She turned around and glared fiercely back at them one by one.

Ran sighed, "Never mind, I'll go explain it to Mr. Nohara."

After saying that, she pulled Suzuki Sonoko and walked to Nohara-sensei, who looked more like a yakuza.

It triggered the girl's charm... no, it could also be the physical education teacher's favoritism towards the captain of the karate club.

In short, Sonoko Suzuki's wearing of strange clothes was not investigated.

But Wenshui noticed that the student council members were looking at Suzuki Sonoko as if she were a heretic.

Then they vented their anger on the students behind them.

The inspections became exceptionally rigorous.

The hot girl's skirt was suspected of being altered, and several comic books with the theme of a neighborly housewife were found in some people's bags.

The two boys who secretly hid cigarettes in their lunchboxes were also caught.

Mr. Nohara, leaning on his wooden stick, said intimidatingly, "Do you two want to become delinquents and a burden on society?"

"I'm sorry." The two bowed their heads and apologized.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you!" Mr. Nohara teaches physical education and leads everyone in shouting numbers every day. His voice is even louder than the school's loudspeaker.

"sorry!!"

Mr. Nohara scolded, "Hold your lunchboxes in your hands and run along the playground until the school bell rings."

The two boys exchanged a glance, then started jogging slowly along the playground, carrying their lunchboxes.

The students peering out the second-floor window watched this comical scene and couldn't help but smile.

Wen Shui felt a little uneasy, but there were fewer and fewer people around her, and it felt a bit awkward to stand there any longer.

Unexpectedly, when he was examined, both the student council members and Mr. Nohara only glanced at him briefly before letting him pass.

After transmigrating, Wen Shui experienced the conveniences of the original owner's identity for the first time.

However, Wen Shui, with his enhanced observational skills from [Insight lv1], noticed that Nohara-sensei opened his mouth as he passed by.

She seemed to want to say something to him, but then held back.

Strange, there shouldn't have been any interaction between the original owner and this teacher.

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The morning classes were boring.

In a classroom without air conditioning, the history teacher, dressed in a meticulously tailored thick suit, sported a hairstyle befitting his age.

He stood on the podium, spitting as he recounted historical facts that made people drowsy.

Wen Shui tried her best to concentrate for ten minutes.

Then she exclaimed, "Ah, I'm really not suited for studying!" and started to drift off into her own thoughts.

Because he was sitting in the second-to-last row, his view was fairly open.

Wen Shui's gaze instinctively found Ran Mouri, the person he had been in contact with most since his transmigration.