Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Although it felt a bit like locking the barn door after the horse had bolted, doing so calmed her wildly beating heart a little.

But I couldn't help but let my mind wander.

What will Wen Shui and Shu think of her?

Will he discover, just like he discovered the killer's modus operandi in the movie theater before, that she really didn't take the picture on purpose?

Or……

Is that brat licking his phone screen right now?

Mrs. Kudo felt increasingly hot and bothered as she thought about it. She gently rubbed the inside of her knee, and a tingling sensation spread throughout her body.

No, she couldn't let her mind wander any further. Yukiko Kudo decided to go to bed early.

She got out of the bathtub, dried herself off, put on the cotton pajamas she had prepared beforehand, and walked out of the bathroom.

Yukiko Kudo came to the corridor and saw Conan holding two thick books.

"What are you doing with the book?" she asked.

"I'm going back to Uncle Mori's house tomorrow, and I'll take a few books with me," Conan said. "Why did you wash up so quickly today?"

Yukiko Kudo: "I'm a little tired, I'm going to sleep now. You can go to sleep after you take a shower."

Conan: ? ?

Yukiko Kudo didn't speak to him again, went straight back to her bedroom, closed the door, and locked it.

Conan looked at her back with a puzzled expression, sensing that something was amiss.

Although I don't know what happened, it's a good thing that I don't have to listen to her tell bedtime stories in a coaxing tone like a child.

In that case, I can go to the library and find a few more books to read. Conan carried the books and walked towards the living room.

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Let's rewind to when Onami first arrived at Eri's house.

The taxi slowly pulled up to the side of the road. Wen Shui looked out the window at the brightly lit luxury apartment building and felt that compared to her own apartment, this place was like a palace.

But the rent must be expensive, right?

But Eri Kisaki is a top-tier lawyer, a legal queen, so this amount of money shouldn't be a problem for her. Her law firm also occupies a considerable area.

According to Xiaolan, there are also rooms upstairs in the law firm where people can rest. Sometimes, when she has a lot of cases, Eri Kisaki will treat the firm as her second home.

Xiaolan paid the fare and thanked the driver who had been waiting for her downstairs for a long time.

Then he helped Eri Kisaki out of the car.

The temperature was still a bit low at night, and the cold air swept over me, temporarily dispelling the slight drowsiness in my mind.

Eri stood at the apartment entrance looking at Wen Shui. She had sobered up a bit and said to Wen Shui apologetically, "I've been busy with the case lately and haven't tidied up the room much. Wen Shui might laugh at me later."

Wen Shui smiled and shook her head: "It's okay. Xiao Lan and I are so familiar with each other, Ying Li, you don't need to treat me like an outsider."

"In that case, I'll let you try my noodle-cooking skills later," Eri said with a smile.

Wen Shui's expression changed.

I thought to myself that I was transported to this world because I ate a sandwich made by one of your impersonators at a comic convention.

Although she is currently under the control of the Black Organization and owes a large sum of money, Wen Shui has not yet had any suicidal thoughts.

Eri Kisaki keenly noticed the change in Onami's expression.

Perhaps because she is often told that her cooking is bad, Eri Kisaki has developed PTSD from such reactions. She complained, "Did Kogoro Mouri tell you that my cooking is bad?"

Wen Shui thought to himself that this wasn't something Uncle Mori said; it was something he had personally experienced.

However, under these circumstances, Wen Shui could only say something nice to avoid this sudden crisis: "No, I'm just worried about your health, Eri-nee. Let Ran do it instead."

Eri Kisaki snorted coldly, clearly not believing his nonsense.

Fortunately, Xiaolan came to his rescue in time. She pulled on Fei Yingli's arm and said, "Mom, why don't you go take a shower first? We can let Wenshui taste your cooking next time, okay?"

"Honestly, you're already siding with outsiders so early." Eri Kisaki sighed sadly. "Have you forgotten how I always cooked noodles for you when you were sick as a child?"

Xiaolan's expression changed slightly, and PTSD was triggered in her mind.

Xiao Lan was still young then and had limited understanding of the world. She thought that after catching a cold, she could only eat tasteless noodles. In order not to worry her mother, she forced herself to finish the tasteless noodles every time.

Later, Ran found out that Eri simply didn't add salt because she wanted a light diet.

However, seeing Eri sighing, Ran couldn't help but say, "Mom, that's not what I meant. How about we come over to enjoy your cooking on your birthday?"

Wen Shui stared wide-eyed at Xiao Lan with an expression that seemed to ask, "Why did you hurt me?"

Xiaolan's face was filled with the words, "What can I do about her being like that? Besides, aren't we companions?"

Eri Kisaki: "Okay, it's settled then. We'll invite Yukiko and Yusaku over later and have a proper celebration."

Xiaolan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Then let Dad come along too."

"Let's skip that guy. Let him keep Yoko company." Eri Kisaki was clearly still angry with Uncle Mori as she walked towards the apartment door.

After taking the elevator to the 19th floor, Eri took out her key and opened the door.

Upon entering the apartment, Wen Shui discovered that the room was not as messy as Eri had described; on the contrary, it was decorated in a very cozy manner.

Eri Kisaki accidentally spilled beer and crab sauce on herself, so Ran pushed her into the bathroom to take a shower as soon as she got home.

Wen Shui was led to the living room, where she sat on the sofa watching a midnight TV program.

Xiao Lan first made him a cup of honey water to help him sober up, then turned around and went to the kitchen to get busy.

Wen Shui flipped through several channels, but none of the programs seemed interesting. So he got up and went to the kitchen, intending to ask Ran what trouble she was in before Eri came out.

Xiao Lan, wearing an apron, stood in front of the cutting board, head down, chopping vegetables. Her slender, long hair cascaded down her straight back like a waterfall. As she chopped, her shoulders trembled slightly, making her look a bit like a cute hamster stealing food.

Upon closer inspection, Wen Shui discovered that she was carefully chopping tomatoes into small cubes and placing them in a small bowl.

She hummed a song as she chopped vegetables, clearly in a good mood.

Even though she had already gone home, Xiaolan reapplied clear lip balm to her lips, though it's unclear who she was trying to impress.

"Why did you cut it into such small pieces?" Wen Shui asked curiously, standing behind Xiao Lan.

"what"

Xiao Lan seemed not to notice Wen Shui approaching, and was startled by his sudden conversation, jumping up physically.

Her cute horns poked Wen Shui's forehead directly.

Fortunately, the horn was just a part of his hair sticking up, and the fine, silky strands of hair brushed against his cheeks, carrying a pleasant shampoo scent.

There is no need to worry about situations like the "girl horn murder case" happening.

"You scared me! Don't you make any noise when you walk?" Xiaolan complained.

Wen Shui scratched his head: "Sorry, I didn't expect you to be so focused while cooking. Did you cut your hand?"

Wen Shui remembered that this kind of plot often appeared in many romance light novels he had read, and it was usually accompanied by a scene where the male protagonist grabbed the female protagonist's hand and used his mouth to suck the wound.

"How could that be? My knife skills and motor skills are top-notch."

Xiaolan held a gleaming kitchen knife and slashed it in the air.

Okay, it seems this girl isn't the heroine of a romance light novel. By the way, Ran was always portrayed as a "loser heroine," but things have only recently gotten a little better.

Thinking of this, Wen Shui's eyes couldn't help but become filled with sympathy.

"Hey, what's with that look? It feels weird," Xiaolan asked suspiciously.

Wen Shui quickly waved her hand and explained, "No, no, I just feel that even though we're the same age, you have such amazing cooking skills, it's really enviable."

Xiaolan's expression darkened: "It's just that I can cook, it's not a big deal. I wish I could be like Mom and Wenshui, with the ability to stand on my own."

Wen Shui frowned slightly and comforted her, "But even the most brilliant detective would look forward to coming home to a hot meal after the investigation is over, right?"

The words, meant to comfort her, instead elicited a look of embarrassment and anger from Xiaolan.

She used a kitchen knife to drive the warm water back to the living room, preventing him from asking the question that had been bothering him.

Wen Shui sat on the sofa, watching an environmental protection program on TV, but her mind drifted to the idea of ​​her novel.

Just then, her phone beeped. Wen Shui took out her phone and saw it was a message from Yukiko Kudo.

Strange, why is she contacting me so late? Could it be something about the film company that she wants to discuss with me?

Wen Shui clicked on the message with a puzzled look, and then immediately showed a dumbfounded expression.

What the hell?

This lady is really treating him like family. Is this content that can be viewed for free?

Wen Shui completely ignored Kudo Yukiko's stern questioning earlier, because normally, someone who is accusing someone wouldn't offer them benefits.

However, just as Wen Shui was admiring Mrs. Kudo's selfie, Ran, who had originally planned to come over and ask him if he ate spicy food, happened to witness everything.

However, because Wen Shui opened the photo, Xiao Lan didn't see the name of the chat software dialog box.

All she knew was that someone sent Wen Shui those selfies at midnight, nothing more.

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Before we knew it, it was the weekend.

Today is the day that Wenshui promised to accompany Suzuki Sonoko to the banquet.

However, since the banquet was scheduled to start in the afternoon, Wen Shui spent the entire morning at home revising the novel she was preparing to submit for publication, and also took the opportunity to tidy up her appearance.

Around 3 p.m., Sonoko Suzuki called to say that the car had arrived downstairs.

Wen Shui faintly heard Conan's voice on the phone and was immediately delighted. Although she didn't know why Conan was in the car, it at least guaranteed that the probability of encountering a case this time would be greatly increased.

For Wen Shui, encountering a case that provides material is something that makes him happier than being able to have a big meal.

Sure enough, when Wen Shui went downstairs, she found that the car parked on the side of the road was not Suzuki's extended luxury sedan.

Instead, it was a white sedan with many scratches on the paint and obvious signs of wear on the tires, which looked like it was rented by Uncle Mori from a car dealership.

The driver's side window was rolled down halfway, and Uncle Mori waved to him from the window: "Hey, come on up quickly, I'm starving! I heard we can have some fancy steak tonight!"

Sitting in the back seat, Xiaolan blushed and said, "Dad, can you please not say such embarrassing things? This time, the chairman of the Sijing Group personally invited you, the famous detective. Please try to maintain a little bit of the dignity of a famous detective."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Conan covered his mouth and chuckled: "I think this kind of Uncle Mori is more in line with his persona as a famous detective."