Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Because they had already crossed that line in their relationship.

Although Mr. Nakai is quite old and not particularly good-looking, he is very generous with his money and knows how to please girls.

Most importantly, as a newspaper reporter, he knew a lot of inside gossip and inside stories about the entertainment industry, which was practically hitting Nanako's bullseye.

After exchanging glances a few times, Nanako and Akira Nakai went to a hotel and did something outrageous.

However, working at the izakaya (Japanese pub) was a bold experience she had never had before. Nanako felt a mix of excitement and apprehension, a sense of fear and anticipation coursing through her mind.

Nanako's hand slowly slid down Nakai Akira's chubby belly.

Unexpectedly, Akira Nakai grabbed his wrist and shook his head: "Wait a minute, Nanako, that's not what I meant."

"Huh? Isn't that right?" Nanako asked, looking surprised.

Akira Nakai pushed her away, then stood up from the low table, walked behind her, and closed the window to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.

He then picked up a damp towel and wiped his face to look more presentable before saying in a deep voice, "I want you to take a few photos of me secretly."

"Taking photos secretly?" Nanako instantly understood. "You want me to secretly take photos of that retired popular idol, Yukiko Kudo?"

Akira Nakai nodded.

Nanako looked troubled and shook her head, saying, "No, the landlady specifically told us not to leak the news, and I've never done this before, so I'll definitely be found out."

Nanako is often tricked by Akira Nakai's sweet talk and agrees to some of his unreasonable requests.

But she was just enjoying the relationship; she wasn't stupid.

Although Yukiko Kudo has been retired from the entertainment industry for many years, she was once a very popular idol and has a husband who is currently a very popular mystery novelist.

In contrast, Nanako was just an ordinary college student with mediocre grades.

Yukiko Kudo has access to far more people than she can imagine, and if the secret filming is discovered, she could face very serious consequences.

Akira Nakai had long guessed that this somewhat clever woman wouldn't agree so easily.

But he is very good at exploiting human weaknesses.

Nakai Akira didn't rush to continue persuading her. Instead, he picked up a piece of fried bamboo fish with his chopsticks, chewed it a few times, and then slowly said, "Nanako, you should be graduating next year, right?"

Nanako sighed, "Yes, we'll have to start thinking about finding a job next year."

"Jobs are hard to find these days, the unemployment rate is terrifyingly high, and I remember you studied fashion design, right? Finding a job in that field is incredibly difficult," Nakai Akira said calmly.

Nanako didn't speak, but patiently waited for the other person to continue.

Akira Nakai took out his phone and typed a long string of numbers on the screen: "If you can help me with this, I'll give you this number."

Nanako stared at the string of 00000 on the screen, her breathing suddenly becoming rapid.

So much money?!

It feels like you could open a shop in a bustling shopping mall in the city center, and if you're being conservative, you could open a clothing store in a relatively remote location and still have a lot left over.

For Nanako, whose family was of modest means and who had to work part-time, this was an astronomical sum.

Moreover, it can solve her most pressing work-related anxiety.

"But... what if we get caught?" Nanako asked, her voice sounding a little hoarse, blinded by money.

"Don't worry about that, I'll find a way to make sure she doesn't cause you any trouble," Nakai Akira explained. "Of course, there are risks involved, but the reward is quite substantial, isn't it?"

First, use money to arouse the other party's deepest desires, and then find a way to minimize the risks.

Akira Nakai has used this method more than once to force those he threatens to compromise.

Akira Nakai didn't say anything more, but patiently waited for the other party's reply.

Although this amount of money is a considerable sum for him, it may even require him to borrow more money at high interest rates.

But if we can get our hands on photos of Yukiko Kudo and Kazuki Onamizu, we can not only fill this hole, but also make a fortune.

As expected, after remaining silent for a long time, Nanako finally succumbed to the temptation of money and decided to take the risk: "What should I do?"

Akira Nakai downed the drink in one gulp, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

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A street near Kabukicho in Shinjuku Ward.

It was just past nine o'clock at night, a time of wild revelry, with scantily clad young girls everywhere, and the sounds of motorcycle engines and car tires constantly echoing through the air.

Even though the Metropolitan Police Department has deployed officers to patrol every intersection, it only makes these people behave a little.

Ran Mouri, wearing a sports sweatshirt, walked alone on the sidewalk, deftly dodging a drunkard walking towards her, and slipped into a dark alley on the side of the road.

The alley was deserted, with trash cans overturned and empty beer bottles and food scraps scattered all over the ground.

Footsteps sounded behind her. Ran Mouri turned around and saw that the two yakuza with strange hairstyles had followed her in.

"Miss, would you like to have a drink together?" The man in the lead was wearing a sparkling necklace and had a slightly punk look.

The fat man behind him gave Xiaolan an impolite look.

Xiaolan's expression remained unchanged. She pulled out a photo of Eriko from her phone and asked, "Have you seen this girl before?"

The fat man glanced at it: "Never seen it before, but..."

The punk guy elbowed his companion, interrupting him, then smiled and said to Xiaolan, "She looks familiar. I think I saw her at the bar earlier. Shall we take you to find her?"

Xiaolan sighed and took a step back: "It seems we have no choice but to use Wenshui's method."

"Warm water? Is he your boyfriend? If it's convenient, you can ask him to come over..." Before the punk guy could finish speaking, he saw the girl opposite him deliver a roundhouse kick straight at his face.

The punk man tried to dodge, but his body, weakened by alcohol and sex, couldn't manage it no matter how hard he tried.

He flew backward, tracing a beautiful arc in the air, before crashing heavily into the wall.

Upon seeing this, the fat man immediately knelt down: "Big...Big Sister, I don't know this bastard."

Xiao Lan didn't answer him, but instead used even more force to kick the fat man into the corner as well.

Xiaolan walked up to the two of them, crossed her arms, and recalled how Wenshui handled such situations: "Just answer whatever I ask, understand?"

The two nodded frantically, like chicks pecking at rice.

Ten minutes later, Xiaolan walked out from the other end of the alley and looked at the flashing neon lights on the street.

Although the commotion was quite loud, it did not attract the attention of nearby patrol officers, and passersby only glanced at it curiously before leaving.

After all, drunken fights happen every day in this neighborhood, and everyone's used to it.

It's a bit of a shame that the two people just now seemed to only know that a lot of students have been coming here to play recently, which has made the shops in the vicinity of this street extremely busy.

They didn't know any more details.

Xiaolan's investigation has once again reached a stalemate. She frowned, took out her phone and glanced at it. Sei-senpai had not replied to her message.

As Wen Shui had guessed, Xiao Lan was indeed troubled by karate. After Eriko left the club, everyone's enthusiasm for training was not high, and there were even some rumors about her that were not good.

However, Ran didn't care about these rumors. What she cared about was why Sei-senpai suddenly quit the karate club and showed an attitude of completely breaking ties with her.

We had clearly agreed to go to the karate tournament together.

Xiaolan hesitated for several days before finally mustering up the courage to talk to Eriko, but to her surprise, Eriko had taken the day off and didn't come to school.

So after school today, Ran lied to Wenshui and the others and went directly to Eriko's house for a visit.

Unexpectedly, Eriko's mother told her that she was participating in the karate club's training session today and wouldn't be coming home that night. The mother was also curious as to why Ran wasn't participating in the training session.

Xiao Lan's heart sank.

The karate club has been struggling to maintain its previous training levels lately, let alone have joint training sessions. And if there really were joint training sessions, she, as the captain of the karate club, couldn't possibly be unaware of them.

Ran thinks that if they can find out why Eriko lied, they might be able to unravel the mystery of why she suddenly left the club.

So Xiaolan inquired with several classmates who were on good terms with Eriko, asking about some places Eriko frequently visited recently, and then slowly began to investigate.

Unfortunately, after searching for most of the day, no useful information was found. Of course, this was also related to the fact that Xiaolan couldn't easily enter many places.

Xiao Lan frowned slightly, looking at the flamboyantly dressed prostitutes across the street, still feeling a bit constrained.

If only warm water were here, he would definitely have a solution.

Even Ran herself didn't realize that her first reaction to a problem was no longer to ask Shinichi Kudo for help, but to turn into lukewarm water.

Just as Xiaolan was hesitating whether to continue investigating in the vicinity to see if she could find someone who knew Eriko Sei, or to wait until tomorrow to decide...

Kogoro Mouri suddenly called.

Xiaolan suddenly became nervous, after all, she didn't have much experience in lying.

Moreover, the call with Wen Shui was abruptly cut off due to an unexpected situation. Xiao Lan only knew that Wen Shui would keep her secret, but she didn't know how Wen Shui knew about it, so she couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

Xiaolan walked to a quiet corner before answering the phone: "Hello, Dad?"

On the other end of the phone, Kogoro Mouri was drunk, his words slurred: "Ran, when did I ever cry and say I wanted Eri to come home after drinking? Explain yourself..."

Then came Eri Kisaki's voice: "Can you not be so childish?"

Xiaolan stared blankly at her phone for a long time.

What's going on? Why are Dad and Mom together? And judging from their voices, they both seem to have been drinking.

Because the two people on the other end of the phone were constantly fighting over it, Xiaolan didn't have a chance to ask any questions. In the end, Uncle Mori's phone ended up in the hands of Wen Shui, the only one who was sober at the scene: "Is this Xiaolan? How are things on your end?"

Xiaolan was even more shocked: "Huh, Wenshui? Why are you drinking with my parents?"

Wen Shui: "It's hard to explain in a short time. I'll explain it to you tomorrow. Anyway, leave this to me. Uncle Maoli just drank a little too much. I'll take him home later."

"What are you saying, kid? I'm not drunk..." Uncle Mori shouted. He was quickly subdued by Eri Kisaki.

Although Xiaolan was very curious, the situation on the other end seemed to require Wenshui's help, so she gave Wenshui a few instructions and then hung up the phone.

But after hanging up the phone, Xiaolan couldn't calm down.

Could it be that... Wen Shui Jun wanted to reconcile her parents, which is why she thought of taking them out for drinks?

A bold guess began to take shape in Xiaolan's mind.

But she only mentioned it once during the coffee shop incident.

Xiaolan pursed her lips, unable to describe the feeling in her heart.

Let's call it a day for today's investigation. It's a bit too much to ask Wen Shui to take care of her drunken father, and besides, she hasn't eaten with her parents in a long time.

Afterwards, Ran called Eri to ask for the address and took a taxi towards the izakaya.