Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Wen Shui smiled and said, "No problem. A bet needs to have some cost to make it something to look forward to."

"Then it's settled. Today I'll show you the power of the Queen of Deduction, Sonoko-sama." Sonoko Suzuki put her hands on her hips and flashed a Mori-style smile.

Just then, Ran suddenly took the phone that Suzuki Sonoko had placed on the table: "I'll keep this for you, so you don't cheat."

"Huh?"

Sonoko Suzuki's expression instantly fell.

Ran said with a stern face, "So you really want to use Shinichi to help you cheat, right? No way, I'll really get angry if you do that."

"Alright, alright, I understand," Sonoko Suzuki sighed. "I will use my own strength to fight him to the death."

Ran then returned the phone to Sonoko Suzuki.

Although Sonoko Suzuki's plan to cheat with Shinichi Kudo was exposed, she still looked confident of victory.

She had already asked someone to investigate Wen Shui and Shu.

Despite studying very hard, her grades never improved, and she was often bullied by delinquents in her class. She didn't participate in any clubs and worked at a convenience store after school.

With all the studying and working every day, you probably don't have time to read mystery novels, right?

This kind of character doesn't seem like someone who's good at deduction at all.

Sonoko Suzuki felt she could easily defeat her opponent.

If Ran wants to become Sherlock Holmes, she must take on the role of his assistant, Watson; even Shinichi Kudo cannot compete with her for it.

However, just in case, it's best to make some preparations.

Sonoko Suzuki grabbed Ran's hand and said, "There's still time. Come with me to the library to borrow a mystery book."

Xiaolan: "But class is about to start! We have PE and math in the afternoon. Do you still have time to study?"

"Isn't math class just for reading novels?" Sonoko Suzuki replied seriously.

"That's such an outrageous statement."

This is what Mori, a student who was punished by the teacher for drawing in history class, said.

As they spoke, the two of them held hands and left through the back door of the classroom, running towards the library.

Wen Shui returned to her seat.

He began to recall the ins and outs of the "art museum murder case." If he really encountered it, then today would be the first time he, the famous detective Wen Shui, would make a deduction.

Think a little excited.

Just then, a boy with a buzz cut walked over and placed a bottle of iced cola on his desk.

"Warm Water Guy, thank you so much for what happened last time." The other person had a faint smile on their face. "Could you please come to the chemistry classroom again after school?"

Last time?

Looking at the face that was both strange and familiar, Wen Shui's memories of the original owner began to awaken in her mind.

Chapter 7 The girl in the gymnastics uniform did something very inappropriate to me.

As soon as Wen Shui had a thought, all the information about the person in front of her rushed into her mind.

Matsumoto Takashi's subordinates are members of a small group in Class 2-b.

Wen Shui didn't know much about the person in front of him, so he looked towards the classroom door.

Sure enough, there he was, Matsumoto Takashi, leaning lazily against the door, chatting up girls passing by in the hallway.

Takashi Matsumoto is a key member of the tennis club and is handsome. He is also a core member of a small group at the top of the class hierarchy and is very popular with the younger female students.

Logically speaking, Shinichi Kudo should be the most popular person in the class.

However, he was somewhat arrogant and disliked forming cliques with these children. Thus, the title and identity fell to Takashi Matsumoto.

Fortunately, Teitan's management system is very strict; even the young lady of the Suzuki Group would be punished by being made to stand during her visit.

Therefore, no truly terrible incidents are likely to occur.

But there will still be some disguised 80s generation.

For example, they could find students who are easy to bully in class and have them put items like cigarettes, alcohol, and prohibited comic books in their school bags and bring them into school.

Even if the student council finds out, Matsumoto Takashi and his friends will not be punished.

Instead, they will compensate the other party with the same amount as the value of the confiscated items.

Sometimes, these people would even deliberately lie about the quantity. They would say there was one less pack of cigarettes when it was supposed to be two packs, and make the customer pay the difference.

Because of his "invisible" advantage, the original owner was regarded as an excellent deliveryman by this group of people.

Wen Shui guessed that the incident at the school gate that morning had led the student council to tighten their checks, which was why this group of people came to find him.

Wen Shui pushed the Coke on the table back: "Sorry, I have something to do today and can't go."

The man with the buzz cut was clearly taken aback.

Seemingly surprised that Wen Shui and Shu dared to refuse him, he then came to his senses and said in an unfriendly tone, "Wen Shui-kun, are you sure you didn't say something wrong?"

Wen Shui smiled and replied, "I already said I have something to do today, and I need to prepare for exams, so please don't bother me anymore."

Wen Shui deliberately spoke very loudly.

The students who stayed in the classroom to rest all turned their attention to him, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Takashi Matsumoto, who was standing at the door, naturally heard it as well.

Takashi Matsumoto walked over, still sporting that handsome, sunny smile: "Warm Water, you wouldn't want disgusting vomit in your shoe locker, would you?"

This is already a clear threat.

Wen Shui's face turned cold.

The reason he was feigning friendship with the Black Organization was because Gin really would kill him and throw him into some unknown river, where he would not be discovered for many years.

These guys in front of me obviously can't do that.

Although he has not yet gained any combat skills, his body is also exhausted from years of staying up late and working, and he gets out of breath after running just a few steps.

But if you've already time-traveled and still have to put up with this kind of treatment, then what the hell is the point of time-traveling?

Moreover, he only has six months to develop and gather resources. If he fails, he may face being hunted down by the Black Organization. He has no time to play games with them.

Wen Shui stood up from her seat.

At this moment, he noticed another fat man, as big as a mountain of flesh, walk in, clearly one of the group.

Upon seeing this, the people in the classroom immediately switched to a blocked mode.

Some people took out their notes to review, while others pretended to sleep on their desks. Those who lived near the door simply took their full water bottles and went out to get water.

The boy who had been reading light novels even offered the other a stick, acting like a sycophant.

Wen Shui frowned slightly. If the three of them surrounded him, given his current physical condition, he probably wouldn't have any chance to resist.

So he picked up the Coke on the table and pretended to look at the ingredient list: "It's Coke again. I can't drink this because I'm on a diet."

"lose weight?"

Matsumoto Takashi was clearly not used to the unusual behavior of this usually obedient fat sheep in front of him.

While the other person was distracted, I quickly unscrewed the cap of the warm water and splashed it directly onto their face.

"Ah, my eyes!"

Matsumoto screamed, took a step back, and then tripped and fell onto the chair.

"Damn it, you little brat!" The two men lunged at him upon seeing this. The man with the buzz cut was closer.

Wen Shui grabbed a stool from the side and threw it at the crew-cut man, intending to reduce his numbers first.

The other party seemed surprised that Wen Shui would dare to retaliate so decisively. Their reaction was a little slow, and they were hit squarely by the stool.

The man with the buzz cut clutched his arm, his face contorted in pain.

Takashi Matsumoto, lying on the ground, seemed to have fallen quite hard and hadn't gotten up yet.

Right now, the only problem Wen Shui needs to solve is that mountain of fat man.

The fat man rolled up his sleeves: "I recently learned a new takedown technique, Wen Shui Jun, come practice with me!"

"Really?" Wen Shui smiled. "I just learned a new skill yesterday too."

Battle is imminent.

The fat man was burly and imposing, like a mountain of flesh that even if he stood still and let Wen Shui hit him three times, she couldn't make him back a single step.

This is why Wen Shui didn't choose to continue hitting the fat man with the stool.

The hand, hidden in the sleeve, held the fountain pen with the cap removed, its nib gleaming coldly.

at this time

"What are you doing!" A stern, imposing voice came from the classroom doorway.

Everyone immediately looked towards the door and saw that Mr. Nohara had a dark expression and was holding a pistol, pointing it at the two of them.

Wen Shui and the fat man were both startled.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Mr. Nohara was holding a signal pistol used in track and field competitions.

At this moment, Takashi Matsumoto finally stood up from the ground, but because he had been splashed with cola, he looked a bit disheveled, and his eyes were red.

Matsumoto Takashi first glared at Wen Shui, then turned to the teacher and explained, "We were discussing where to go tonight."

"Discuss it?" Nohara-sensei looked at the stool and cola bottle on the ground, clearly not believing it.

Wen Shui also helped explain: "Teacher, it's true, but it's probably because it's too hot that Matsumoto-kun's cola exploded."

Matsumoto Takashi glared at him angrily, but did not utter a word in rebuttal.

Nohara-sensei remained silent for a moment.

“I don’t care what you’re doing. If I find you fighting at school, you’d better run until you’re exhausted before you come to class.”

After saying that, he took another deep look at me: "Wen Shui, come with me to move the equipment we need for PE class. You three, put the classroom back to its original state."

"Yes."