Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Even though only her wrists were bound, she felt as if an invisible net was tightly wrapping her body.

The situation with the warm water was actually a bit awkward.

However, because he had little experience in playing film reels, it was quite difficult to get the angle right so that Yukiko Kudo would appear in the center of the big screen.

Although Wen Shui tried to remind herself that this was someone else's mother, the result was the opposite.

Fortunately, with the joint efforts of the two, Wen Shui finally adjusted the angle to be exactly the same as when the murderer committed the crime.

"Finally done. I'll go call them all in now. Just be careful not to make any noise," Wen Shui said, heading out.

"Wait, wait a minute! Are you going to leave me hanging like this forever?" Yukiko Kudo's voice sounded even softer than before, and you could clearly sense that she was a little uneasy.

He splashed some warm water on his head.

In their haste to escape, they forgot to move Yukiko Kudo onto a stool for support. Hanging there like that might not attract attention, but it must be torture for Mrs. Kudo.

Wen Shui quickly supported her calves and helped her rest on a stool placed against the wall.

Then he went outside and called everyone waiting at the ticket gate in.

To simulate the scene of the crime, Miwako Sato had already instructed Conan and the others to act in the same way they did when they discovered the body.

As for Sato Miwako, Takagi, and the others, they simply acted as normal moviegoers.

Because the lighting system in this theater is a very old model, it doesn't have the kind of emergency lights that make it easier for guests to walk in the dark.

Everyone groped their way to their seats and sat down. Soon, the opening scene of the movie started playing on the big screen.

"It's that movie from before, playing it from the beginning again," said Genta Kojima.

Ayumi quickly gestured for him to be quiet.

The scene on the big screen shifts to a close-up of the female lead, followed by a black shadow swaying from side to side moving back and forth on the screen.

"This...how is this possible?!" Detective Takagi stood up from his seat in shock.

The Metropolitan Police Department members sitting near him also stood up from their seats with incredulous expressions, looked at the projection window behind them, and found that there seemed to be a person hanging in front of them.

Only Miwako Sato did not immediately stand up from her seat. She drank the vanilla-flavored sparkling water she had just brought in in one gulp before slowly getting up.

Then I saw Wen Shui stick his head out of the projection window, a bright smile on his handsome face.

"This guy doesn't seem nervous at all," Miwako thought to herself.

Actually, Sato Miwako was a little nervous just now.

Logically speaking, she's seen this kind of scene quite a few times. After all, even experienced detectives can make mistakes. Even if the culprit isn't found in the end, and everyone's time is wasted, at most she'll just get some disdainful looks and cold words.

But for some reason, Sato Miwako just didn't want to see Nuwa fail.

Wen Shui and Shu first came into the public eye with the case at the art museum. Whenever he felt there were suspicious points in a case, he always solved it perfectly in the end.

Since that's the case, let's keep winning!

Even Miwako Sato herself was somewhat surprised after feeling the intense emotions within her.

She used to hate Shinichi Kudo so much, thinking that the kid made the Metropolitan Police Department lose face, so why did she change her mind after it came to Nukumizu?

Miwako thought about it for a moment and figured it was probably related to Nuwa's tragic past.

Just then, Wen Shui turned on all the lights in the hall from the projection room on the second floor.

Only then did everyone get a clear look at the graceful curve that was being gently swayed by ropes suspended from the steel structure.

"Miss Kudo?" Everyone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Conan's eyes widened: "Mom..." He stopped mid-sentence and then began to cough repeatedly.

While everyone was still in shock and confusion, Wen Shui went down from the second floor to the first floor.

He pointed to Yukiko Kudo, who was hanging in mid-air: "As you can see, in order to recreate the murderer's modus operandi, I asked Ms. Yukiko Kudo, whose weight is similar to that of the deceased, to help play the role of the corpse."

Wen Shui paused deliberately, wanting to give Kudo Yukiko a chance to appear and let her experience being an actress.

But to everyone's surprise, after several seconds, Yukiko Kudo remained with her head down, not uttering a sound.

Strange, could she be asleep?

"Miss Kudo, Miss Kudo..." Wen Shui called out several times in a row.

"Mr. Wen Shui, please wait a moment." A long-faced man stepped out from the crowd and interrupted.

"What's wrong?" Wen Shui glanced at the work badge hanging around the other person's neck. He was the only forensic officer here, who was specifically responsible for autopsies.

Forensic experts are extremely scarce in this country, and it is simply impossible to get a qualified forensic expert to perform an autopsy in ordinary cases.

Therefore, the Metropolitan Police Department trained its own team of personnel with autopsy experience to specialize in examining corpses. While these individuals may not be on par with professional forensic pathologists, they are capable of handling most cases effectively.

The coroner looked rather grim: "If I'm not mistaken, Ms. Kudo's body shows obvious signs of 'primary muscle relaxation,' indicating that she must have died recently."

"A corpse? It just died recently?!"

The warm water was startled.

He quickly looked at Yukiko Kudo, who was hanging in mid-air, and realized that her physical condition was indeed very abnormal.

My whole body felt limp and lifeless, like a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll that has been soaked in the rain), with no sign of life at all.

Wen Shui was immediately alarmed.

Could it be that this woman had a fetish for being tied up and then died suddenly from excessive excitement?

At that moment, Conan, who was closer, was the first to run up to Yukiko Kudo, grab her leg and shake it a couple of times.

Yukiko Kudo suddenly looked up: "Trick or treat!"

"Aaaaaah!" Conan's face turned pale with fright, and he sat on the ground screaming.

Yukiko Kudo smiled triumphantly, her clear, melodious voice echoing through the hall.

Miwako Sato walked over with an unhappy expression: "Ms. Kudo, this is not the time for jokes, is it?"

Yukiko Kudo stuck out her tongue and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I got too into playing the corpse just now, and I wanted to give everyone a surprise."

Conan sat on the ground, looking at his unreliable mother, wanting to say something to her but the occasion wasn't right.

Moreover, Conan has experienced similar things many times during his growth, so he's already speechless with frustration.

Wen Shui was completely speechless.

So, when Yukiko Kudo said she was just trying to scare that kid, she wasn't referring to the culprit, but to Conan?

Having such an unreliable mother must be quite a hassle for Conan, Wen Shui suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

Fortunately, it was just a harmless joke, and only Conan was really scared.

So everyone quickly turned their attention to the reasoning behind the case.

Wen Shui then demonstrated the killer's trick of using books to block the projection window below, preventing people from seeing the body that had been hanging there beforehand, and then using the reflection of mirrors to seamlessly switch the projection window without editing the videotape.

"And the only person on site who had time to do all this was Mr. Minoru Furuhashi, who was in charge of the film screening!" Wen Shui pointed directly to Minoru Furuhashi in the crowd.

Furuhashi Minoru's face was pale, and his lips trembled for a long time.

He finally knelt on the ground: "It's all that bastard Zhang Tianzheng's fault. If it weren't for him, the movie theater wouldn't have gone out of business so quickly..."

The incident quickly progressed to the stage of repentance.

The rest is much simpler. Just write down the criminal's statement and have him identify the murder weapon, then he can be taken back to the police station.

While everyone was busy, Wen Shui secretly left the screening hall and went to the vending machine area outside the ticket gate.

He planned to check on the progress of this research trip and, incidentally, draw a prize.

Unexpectedly, Yukiko Kudo also followed, rubbing her wrist. There were several obvious marks on her fair and smooth wrist.

"Another big case solved. At this rate, Mr. Wenshui will soon surpass my good-for-nothing son." Kudo Yukiko wore a dignified smile like a noblewoman.

Wen Shui glanced over her shoulder and saw that her "good-for-nothing son" was hiding behind a vase, eavesdropping.

So Wen Shui politely replied, "Not at all, I'm still far from that level."

Yukiko Kudo seemed to be in a good mood. She chuckled and said, "By the way, let's go have some drinks to celebrate later."

“But I’m not old enough to drink alcohol yet,” Wen Shui said.

Yukiko Kudo stared wide-eyed, incredulously asking, "How can someone as honest as you be a detective?"

Without waiting for Wen Shui's rebuttal, she walked over and put her arm around Wen Shui's shoulder in a very generous manner: "Never mind, never mind, just consider it as a thank you for helping me earlier. I'll show you Tokyo's nightlife tonight."

Wen Shui was speechless.

This sounds like a yakuza boss taking a new recruit to broaden his horizons.

However, to be fair, the guy next to me is quite flexible. And he smells a bit good.

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Even though Mrs. Kudo next to me has a soft and fragrant body.

Moreover, because of the acting just now, a layer of fine beads of sweat, dazzling to the eye, covered the alluring and deep cleavage near her neckline.

But Wen Shui was not swayed by the beauty before her.

Yukiko Kudo's invitation to him for drinks was definitely not just to celebrate solving the case; she probably wanted to use this opportunity to find out more about him, since this lady had secretly followed him before.

However, before he could even refuse, the good-for-nothing son that Mrs. Kudo had mentioned couldn't resist popping out from behind the vase.

Conan asked in a childlike tone, "Big sister Yukiko, didn't you say you were going home early today?"

The subtext is: don't go out drinking with Wen Shui.

"Huh? Did I say that?" Yukiko Kudo blinked, her fine eyelashes fluttering. "You must have misheard me. I said we're going to have a really good time today, since I'm going back tomorrow."

Wen Shui asked in surprise, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

Conan was also a little surprised, and a hint of reluctance showed on his face: "Are you leaving so soon?"

Yukiko Kudo sighed, "There's nothing I can do. There are a lot of things at home that I need to take care of."

Conan couldn't help but think to himself, "All you do at home is do yoga and drink herbal tea, right? I don't believe that kind of excuse."

However, his mother was naturally the type to lose interest quickly, so it was normal for her to want to go home after she'd had her fill of fun. But the fact that she planned to go out for drinks alone with Wen Shui so late still made Conan a little uneasy.

So Conan pestered Yukiko Kudo, saying, "Then I want to go and experience Tokyo's nightlife with Yukiko-neechan too."