Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Yukiko Kudo frowned slightly, somewhat displeased. This little detective brat, just like Shinichi, loved to keep things mysterious at crucial moments. It was really annoying.

Although, as Wen Shui said, she should find out the truth soon.

But she just wanted to know the truth before others, which is why she followed Yusaku Kudo and wanted to see the sequel to his mystery novels.

Through the projection window on the second floor, Yukiko Kudo overheard the conversation between Miwako Sato and Onami below.

Then an idea suddenly popped into my head.

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After Wen Shui went downstairs, she noticed that the investigators present, including the staff and tourists who were considered suspects, were getting a little impatient.

Based on the evidence at the scene, it is indeed possible that the deceased, who owed a huge gambling debt, would end his life in this way.

Moreover, all the suspects who appeared at the scene had very clear alibis.

If it weren't for Inspector Megure's orders, these people would probably have suggested calling it a day and heading back.

Miwako Sato is also in a bit of a dilemma, because now the detectives of the Metropolitan Police Department not only have to keep up with the Majima Group, but also continue to investigate clues related to the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

In addition, the frequent murders in Beika Town also need to be dealt with.

Everyone was exhausted, and wasting time on a case that was clearly a suicide would obviously provoke public discontent.

However, Wen Shui had just told her that she felt something was amiss, which is why Miwako was trying to calm everyone down and wait for Wen Shui's news.

Seeing Wen Shui come down from the second floor, Sato Miwako immediately went up to her: "How was it? Any clues?"

Wen Shui: "I already know the killer's method. Could you please ask everyone to leave the screening room temporarily so I can recreate the killer's method?"

Before Sato Miwako could speak, Detective Takagi, standing beside her, exclaimed in shock, "Eh? Could it really be a murder case?"

His voice was so loud that it immediately drew the attention of all the detectives present.

Almost everyone wore an expression of disbelief and suspicion.

Of course, this does not include Conan. Conan's expression was simply anxious because he was also certain that this case was a murder, but he had not yet found the murderer's method.

Damn it, am I going to lose to that lukewarm water again...?

"Little friend, you can't stay in the theater now. A very handsome big brother is going to find the culprit." Before Conan could react, Yuriko, the only female staff member in the movie theater, carried him out.

Being handsome is unnecessary, Conan couldn't help but think to himself.

Following the instructions for using warm water, the site was quickly cleared.

He was left alone in the dark exhibition hall, because the dark environment was necessary to replicate the murderer's modus operandi.

Just as Wen Shui was about to take out the pillow she had found in the staff break room and hang it on the last projection window as if it were a corpse.

Wen Shui suddenly heard a crisp sound coming from the first row of seats. It sounded like someone had stepped on a potato chip on the floor.

Wen Shui walked over and saw that Kudo Yukiko was crouching down and hiding somewhere, looking a little embarrassed.

"Oh, you actually noticed me. That's great. It seems you really have the talent to become a famous detective." Yukiko Kudo awkwardly patted the dust off her knees.

Wen Shui was speechless, but still explained the plan to her in advance.

The two went to the projection screen behind the last row of seats.

On the ground lay a pillow and a thick hemp rope. The rope that had previously suspended the deceased had been taken away as evidence; this one was found by Wen Shui at the movie theater.

Yukiko Kudo looked at the rope and asked doubtfully, "But, judging from the method of the crime you described, it doesn't seem necessary to make everyone go out, does it?"

Wen Shui thought for a moment: "Because it's very ceremonial, and it can scare the murderer, making his psychological defenses more vulnerable and easier for him to repent."

He found an excuse for his research.

Yukiko Kudo's eyes suddenly lit up. In fact, after seeing the big screen in the movie theater, she was somewhat moved by the scene and recalled her previous acting career.

The desire to perform on stage again resurfaced.

Unexpectedly, the warm water quickly created a suitable stage for her.

Moreover, when it comes to playing corpses, most actors who are new to the industry start by playing these minor roles.

Yukiko Kudo kicked the pillow off the floor: "Then let me play the corpse. I can definitely give that kid a good scare."

Wen Shui paused for a moment: "But..."

"There's no 'but'!" Yukiko Kudo picked up the rope from the ground, offering it with both hands, her fair cheeks flushed with an unusual blush.

"Warm Water Guy, please tie me up!"

Chapter 68 Madam, you smell so good!

Wen Shui stared dumbfounded at the hemp rope in Kudo Yukiko's fair palm, unable to react for a moment.

In this dark, stuffy, and enclosed environment, it's hard not to think the wrong thing if a young, sexy woman offers you a rope to tie her up.

Although a large contingent of Metropolitan Police Department personnel and Conan and his friends were right there at the ticket gate and could come over at any moment, from another perspective, this might actually be a plus.

If this lady were to adopt a dogeza (a traditional Chinese kneeling posture), it would feel even more impactful.

Wen Shui thought critically, but refused her request aloud: "No, I have to go to the projection room to operate the mechanism later. It will be hanging for a long time, and your body can't take it."

“I can stand on the stool first,” Yukiko Kudo pointed to the wall under the projection window. “It’s so dark here, as long as I don’t make a sound, no one will notice me when they come in.”

As she spoke, she walked to the corner of the wall to test it, and indeed it was very difficult to notice.

Otherwise, the culprit, Minoru Furuhashi, wouldn't have placed the body there beforehand with Conan present, and Conan wouldn't have discovered it.

Wen Shui frowned slightly: "But..."

"No buts, consider it a favor. If you plan to debut as a writer in the future, I'll try to get Yusaku to introduce you to some reliable editors and publishers." Kudo Yukiko skipped back from the wall to Numizu, her beautiful eyes sparkling with mischievousness.

Yukiko Kudo originally planned to take the shrunken Shinichi Kudo today to relive the feeling of her youth.

Unfortunately, Conan wasn't very cooperative with her, and then a murder case occurred, which made Yukiko Kudo feel that the whole day had been wasted, and she might as well go shopping with Eri.

However, it would be quite interesting to take this opportunity to experience what it's like to be an actor again, and maybe even tease Shinichi a bit more.

Wen Shui: "Can you really help me contact a publisher?"

"Of course, if Yusaku doesn't agree, I'll knock his head off." Yukiko Kudo confidently patted her chest, and in the darkness, a white wave surged.

Wen Shui sighed, "Then let's give it a try."

"Great!"

Wenshui then secured the rope to the steel structure above her head, then had Kudo Yukiko stand on the stool and wrapped the other end of the rope around her wrist.

In fact, to perfectly replicate the murderer's methods, one would first tie up Yukiko Kudo, and then hang her "corpse" up.

But she is someone else's mother after all.

Wen Shui tried her best to avoid suspicion and didn't have too much physical contact with her.

Even if she tried to avoid it, Yukiko Kudo couldn't tie her own wrists, and physical contact between the two was inevitable during the process.

However, Wen Shui always tried her best to maintain a calm and composed state of mind.

However, the older sister's body was really soft and surprisingly elastic.

What surprised Wen Shui the most was that Mrs. Kudo's wrists were much thinner than she had imagined, which did not match her exaggerated pectoral muscles and sexy wife persona at all.

The thick hemp rope, when tightened slightly, left faint red marks on her fair, jade-like skin.

"You can hold the rope a little tighter later, that way your wrists shouldn't hurt too much. I'll try to shorten the reasoning time as quickly as possible," Wen Shui instructed while wrapping the rope.

"Oh, I know."

Yukiko Kudo's beautiful eyes showed surprise. She hadn't expected this kid to be so caring. Compared to Shinichi, who was all talk and no action, he was the complete opposite.

However... at this rate, it seems like Shinichi doesn't have much of a chance of winning.

While Yukiko Kudo was lost in thought, Onami had finished binding her. He took a step back, and the perfume scent that had been lingering around them faded slightly.

“I still need to test the suspension angle,” Wen Shui explained.

Mrs. Kudo seemed very enthusiastic: "Bring it on!"

Wen Shui moved the stool she was standing on to the wall, so that whenever she lifted her foot, her body would be suspended in mid-air by gravity.

Wen Shui retreated to the audience seats: "When I call out later, you can let go of your foot. It may hurt a little at first, but it should be much better after you get used to it."

Yukiko Kudo nodded.

Then Wen Shui ran to the screening room on the second floor and adjusted the position of the mirror used to reflect the projector and the book blocking the projection window.

"We can begin," Wen Shui called down from upstairs.

Yukiko Kudo lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her body swung forward like a swing.

Her body swayed gently in the air a few times before she was suspended vertically in mid-air. However, contrary to what Wen Shui had said, even after half a day, the pain in her wrist was still quite noticeable.

Could it be that I've gained weight from eating too much oden since returning to China these past few days?

No, absolutely not!

That kid must not have much experience tying people up. He was just making things up to comfort her. Normal people's wrists would hurt if they were hung up like that.

However, this pain was nothing to Yukiko Kudo. As long as she was in the mood for acting, the pain in her wrist seemed to disappear.

Instead, a strong sense of mission to dedicate oneself to art welled up within me.

Yukiko Kudo's rise to fame as a popular female idol wasn't solely due to her beautiful appearance; her acting skills and her willingness to endure hardship were also crucial factors.

Looking at the empty theater seats and the big screen in front of me.

Yukiko Kudo felt as if she had returned to her youth when filming, and experienced rolling in the cold, muddy rain after a day of hunger in order to portray a more realistic character reaction.

Things that felt incredibly difficult at the time, when I think back on them now, bring a smile to my face.

But her smile quickly faded.

Because after the warm water came down from the second floor, it began to adjust the angle of her body's suspension.

After her wrists were tied with rope and she was suspended in mid-air, Yukiko Kudo was like a fish thrown onto a chopping board, completely unable to resist.

Although Wen Shui was already being very careful, she only used her fingertips to gently push against her thighs, which were covered by wide-leg pants.

But being poked around by a kid so much younger than her inevitably made Yukiko Kudo feel an indescribable shyness.

The burning pain in my wrist gradually turned into a tingling, slightly itchy sensation.