Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Yukiko Kudo: "Is that really all? Then why do you two give off such a close and intimate vibe?"

“I’ve already told you we’re close comrades-in-arms. You know about the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s serial murders, right? Many important clues were found by our detective team,” Wen Shui said with a smile.

Yukiko Kudo looked at him with a mixture of belief and doubt.

Wen Shui: "And speaking of being very close, I actually think you and I are closer."

"W-What do you mean?" Yukiko Kudo's eyes widened.

"Didn't we just work together to recreate the killer's methods?" Wen Shui said with a smile. "Although Xiao Lan and I have investigated many cases together, I have never worked with Xiao Lan to reenact a crime scene. You are the first prop in my detective career."

"Who cares? I just happened to want to act," Yukiko Kudo said angrily.

However, she breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that Wen Shui and Shu wouldn't be with Xiao Lan for the time being. At least, that's what he said.

As for how credible it is, we can only wait and see.

Anyway, Yukiko Kudo didn't think Ran would do anything too outrageous with Nukumizu. Ran was too easily embarrassed, unlike Eri at all.

After asking their questions, Yukiko Kudo and Nukumi returned to their private room and found that Uncle Mori was still debating with Eri Kisaki about why he hadn't been able to get to the school gate to see Ran off on the day she took her entrance exams.

Meanwhile, Xiaolan, hiding in the corridor, leaned against the wall.

She felt her heart pounding wildly.

Although it was a polite way of saying "anyone would feel good about it," Xiaolan still felt her face turn red and her mind was in a mess.

Actually, quite a few boys had written love letters to Xiaolan at school and put them in her shoe cabinet. Some even confessed their feelings to her face.

But Xiaolan clearly remembers that she didn't have much of an emotional reaction at the time.

But why such a strong reaction today? And it was all overheard, not a direct question asked in person.

Xiaolan couldn't quite understand it, and she instinctively dared not think about it too deeply.

Even her previous plan to go into the private room to check on her parents was disrupted. Xiaolan felt that if she went in like this, her mother would definitely notice something was wrong.

Moreover, it might even cause trouble for Wen Shui Jun.

Xiaolan decided to go for a run outside to calm herself down before making any decisions.

As they approached the izakaya, the proprietress's son, sitting behind the counter, looked at Xiaolan curiously and asked, "Didn't you find anyone? Do you want me to take you there?"

The part-time waiters have already gone off duty, and now only the owner's son is there to take care of the customers.

"No, no need, I have something to do, I'll be going now, thank you." Xiaolan said politely, pushed open the shop door and ran out.

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When Wenshui and the others came out of the izakaya, it was almost midnight.

After saying goodbye to Ms. Chizuru, Wenshui and her group were about to flag down a car when they saw Ran standing under a streetlight wearing a tracksuit.

"Huh? Ran, didn't you go to a club activity?" Uncle Mori asked in surprise.

Xiaolan frowned and said, "You drank so much, how can I let you go home alone?"

Xiaolan's performance seemed no different from usual, after all, she had been adjusting for almost half an hour, and even did a set of karate warm-up exercises.

The group then hailed two taxis and headed towards Beika Town.

Since Yukiko Kudo is going back tomorrow, she naturally took Conan with her.

The car that the Wenshui family of three rode in.

Uncle Mori got drunk as soon as he got on the bus. He was holding the snacks that the landlady, Ms. Chizuru, had given him to go with his drinks, while calling out Yoko Okino's name.

This caused Eri Kisaki, who was standing next to her, to exude a strong killing intent.

Wen Shui even suspected that if he and Xiao Lan hadn't been there, Eri Kisaki would have thrown Kogoro Mouri out of the car.

After the taxi arrived at the Mouri Detective Agency, Wenshui helped Ran take the completely drunk Uncle Mouri upstairs. Since Eri Kisaki had also drunk quite a bit, Ran settled Uncle Mouri in.

They returned to the taxi together and took Eri Kisaki back to her law firm.

The second stop was supposed to be Wen Shui's apartment, but Xiao Lan suggested that Wen Shui come to the office with her and cook some noodles for him and the drunk Fei Yingli as a late-night snack.

"Anyway, I'll have to come back here later, so Wen Shui-kun, you can come with me," Xiao Lan said with a smile.

Wen Shui thought for a moment and nodded: "Then I'll have to bother you."

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Because Yukiko Kudo boarded the train later, she arrived back in Beika Town later than the others, including Onamizu.

Conan opened the villa's door, and after Yukiko Kudo stepped into the entrance hall, she immediately kicked off her shoes and stretched.

"This feeling is so nostalgic. It feels like I've gone back to when I was young and working so hard on my acting career."

Conan complained, "Drinking alcohol regularly will make your skin age faster, and you should at least consider how I feel."

"What, aren't you happy to drink with me?" Yukiko Kudo pinched Conan's cheek. "I came back this time all for you, and you're acting like this."

But it didn't work at all, Conan thought to himself.

But of course he wouldn't say that out loud, because even his father had to avoid his drunken mother.

"Of course not, I also miss the days when I poured wine for you, Mom." Conan said with an obedient expression.

"Your expression is too exaggerated. It's hard to believe you're actually the son of the famous actress Yukiko Kudo." Mrs. Kudo said with displeasure.

"He's a big star who's been retired from acting for many years," Conan thought to himself. "Do you want to eat something, or just take a shower and go to bed?"

"I'm not eating anymore, I'll get fat." Yukiko Kudo shook her head. "I'm going to take a shower first, you go back to your room and wait for me obediently, okay?"

Conan's expression changed slightly: "It's so late today, and I'm already very sleepy. Could you please not tell me a story to lull me to sleep?"

“That won’t do. This is a task I set before I came back,” Yukiko Kudo said with a smile.

Conan's lips twitched: "Then can we switch to a detective novel? I've had enough of Momotaro's story."

"No, you can look at those things when you're older."

Yukiko Kudo flatly refused Conan's request, then walked briskly toward the bathroom.

Because she had been staying at home for the past few days, the water heater was on 24 hours a day. She filled the bathtub with water and added some flower petals and bath salts to enhance the ritual.

Yukiko Kudo quickly rinsed herself off and then climbed into the bathtub.

Her body slowly sank down, letting the water in the bathtub cover her fair and delicate shoulders. The fatigue and alcohol gradually disappeared as she soaked in the hot water.

Yukiko Kudo stretched out her legs, her snow-white toes emerging from the foam on the surface of the bathtub and gently resting on the outer edge of the tub. Her red-painted toenails sparkled like rubies under the light.

"Ah, this feels so good~"

Yukiko Kudo couldn't help but sigh, thinking that it would be even better if she had an iced drink right now.

However, just as she was hesitating whether to ask Conan to bring her a drink, Mrs. Kudo suddenly felt a pain near her ribs on her side.

Did you accidentally bump into something when you went to the bathroom?

Yukiko Kudo sat up straight and looked at the area in her waist that was hurting with a puzzled expression. Then she was shocked to find two obvious finger marks on her smooth, flawless, snow-white skin.

Although it's shallow, it's obviously from that bastard Wen Shui.

Because Yukiko Kudo did not have any physical contact with anyone today.

I guess it wasn't an accidental injury while solving the case at the movie theater, but rather an injury sustained when he was pulled away by warm water during the fight at the izakaya.

Although Yukiko Kudo knew that she probably did it unintentionally.

However, the fact that a boy so much younger than her had left a mark on her caused Yukiko Kudo to feel a surge of shame and anger deep inside.

In addition, I felt a little dizzy from drinking alcohol and being soaked in the hot water in the bathtub.

Mrs. Kudo, her blood rushing to her head, wiped her hands with a towel, then picked up her phone from beside the bathtub and took pictures of her injuries, sending them to Wen Shui to question her.

However, Mrs. Kudo regretted it as soon as she sent the photo.

Although she chose to hold her phone close to the scar on her waist to avoid revealing too much, and deliberately avoided showing her full upper body, she overlooked the fact that the bubbles floating on the surface of the bathtub would gradually disappear.

Chapter 73 The Murder of the Entrepreneur's Daughter

Yukiko Kudo froze on the spot.

The bathroom ceiling light was very bright, illuminating the blush on her cheeks clearly, and also revealing her long, beautiful legs soaking in the hot water through the bathtub.

The plump and sexy legs, under the refraction of water and light, present a unique aesthetic of artistic photography.

In the evidence that Yukiko Kudo just photographed, in addition to the injured ribs on her side, a lot of skin on her thighs was also captured.

Is this bath salt expired?

"Why did the bubbles burst so quickly?" Yukiko Kudo grumbled to herself.

However, the photos have already been sent and cannot be taken back. We can only hope that the kid will focus on the scar on his side.

Feeling uneasy, Yukiko Kudo suppressed her embarrassment and used her slender fingertips to slide and pull the phone screen, carefully examining the photo.

Then, she turned completely red, like a boiled lobster.

Oops, I accidentally took a picture of that!!

Although the tuft of brown hair was conveniently hidden by the rose petals floating on the bathtub, preventing any accidental exposure, it actually made it seem as if she had deliberately chosen the angle to create this misleading photo.

How can I prevent Wen Shui from seeing this message?

Yukiko Kudo immediately started brainstorming to try to make up for this embarrassing misunderstanding.

How about we disguise ourselves as burglars and steal Wen Shui's phone from her house?

No, no, what if Wen Shui has already seen the photos? If she sneaks into Wen Shui's house and is discovered, it will seem like she offered herself up, making it even harder to explain.

But apart from that, Yukiko Kudo really couldn't think of any other way, and several minutes had already passed, so Awami might have already discovered the secret in the photo.

Yukiko Kudo felt her cheeks burning hot and her heart pounding.

Finally, she made up her mind and turned off her phone.

She decided to fly back first thing tomorrow morning. The idea of ​​opening a film company here was immediately rejected in her mind. She didn't want to see Wen Shui and Shu again for six months, no, not even a year.

Yukiko Kudo believes that time will heal all wounds.

After making the decision, Yukiko Kudo felt a significant reduction in the pressure she was under.

She submerged herself completely in the hot water of the bathtub, using her arms, as delicate and flawless as mutton fat jade, to gather the floating bubbles and rose petals in front of her.