Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

The meal took longer than the two of them had expected.

When Ai Haibara ate the last spoonful of rice in her bowl, she found that the rice was already cold.

Honestly, why is Wen Shui saying such strange things today? I've been led by the nose without even realizing it, and Ai Haibara is a little confused.

After cleaning up the mess, Ai Haibara packed the curry she would bring to Ran and Sonoko the next day before saying goodbye to Nukumizu.

Warm water was delivered all the way to the entrance door.

A pair of beige high heels were neatly placed on the floor of the entryway. From a distance, they looked like Barbie doll toys, small and exquisite, with beautiful lines.

I really don't know how she managed to squeeze into those tiny shoes.

No sooner had the thought crossed Wen Shui's mind than Ai Haibara demonstrated the entire process of putting on shoes right in front of him.

Her fair and soft little feet gently slipped into the shoe, then her slender fingers inserted into the edge of the heel, and with a gentle step, her soft and bouncy little heel slid into the high heel.

"Huh? You didn't eat enough?"

Ai Haibara noticed Nuku's gaze and asked in confusion.

Wen Shui was also stunned, and said in the same puzzled tone, "I'm full. You gave me such a big bowl of meat and rice. I'm stuffed."

Ai Haibara frowned slightly, but ultimately didn't press the matter, because she suddenly thought of something else: "By the way, how did that... taste? Was it too soft and tender?"

Warm Water: "I don't think so. The texture is just right, and it smells nice with a hint of milk..."

"I'm asking you about the texture of the curry beef," Ai Haibara said with a dark expression.

Wen Shui blinked: "I was talking about beef."

"I didn't put milk in the curry."

"Really? Looks like my sense of taste needs some work, haha." Wen Shui scratched his head.

Ai Haibara sighed helplessly and picked up her bag: "I'm leaving. If Vermouth contacts you, let me know immediately."

"Understood," Wen Shui assured him, patting her chest.

Ai Haibara turned around, grasped the metallic doorknob, and turned it gently. A cool evening breeze blew in through the crack in the door, causing the stray hairs by her ears to flutter backward.

A pleasant shampoo scent filled the entryway.

"I'd give you a passable score for today's date," Ai Haibara muttered under her breath, then turned and left the rented apartment in Wenshui without looking back.

Wen Shui and Shu stared in disbelief at the closed door.

Huh? Is today a date?

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Ai Haibara ran downstairs in a panic and stood on the empty street shrouded in night, looking up. The motion-sensor lights on the second floor had already turned off, and Wen Shui had not chased after her.

Ai Haibara let out a long sigh of relief.

I feel like I accidentally did something a bit daring.

However, it should be okay if the object is warm water, right? Besides, he actually wanted me to cover my eyes back then, so let him have a sleepless night as a little punishment.

Ai Haibara walked briskly toward the main road, where it should be easier to catch a taxi.

However, as soon as she turned onto the main road, she saw a black Porsche 356A parked on the side of the road.

Gin and Vodka were leaning against the car door smoking. When they saw Ai Haibara, unsettling smiles appeared on their faces. There seemed to be someone else sitting in the back seat.

Ai Haibara's good mood vanished instantly. With a cold face, she strode across the street.

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A few days later, one afternoon.

Wenshui was sweating profusely in the Teitan Kendo Club training hall.

After a brief encounter with Vermouth, Wen Shui's thirst for power intensified.

If he were a little stronger, he might have more options, so after Wen Shui returned, he trained his kendo skills even harder than before.

Previously, Wen Shui only had physical strength but lacked any combat skills, so he would be helpless if there were many enemies.

Because the entry only added 999 attack power to Wen Shui, his defense is currently only slightly stronger than that of an average person.

Through this period of study, Wen Shui has mastered many basic kendo forms and some techniques that are very useful in actual combat.

Moreover, through constant, secret practice and adaptation at home, Wen Shui has gradually mastered the attack power enhancement of the [Curator] attribute.

Previously, Wen Shui could only force herself to use the 999 attack power bonus when using sword-type weapons. When she chose not to use it, she could only exert slightly more power than an average adult.

Choosing to activate it can have terrible effects and easily cause unnecessary trouble.

So Wen Shui came up with a method: training himself to divide this power into three levels.

333, 666, 999.

Depending on the specific circumstances and needs, the appropriate injection force can be selected.

333's attack power is roughly at the level of a karate club captain, 666 is roughly equivalent to the destructive power of a professional kendo master, and 999 has already entered the realm of Detective Conan.

Furthermore, Wen Shui discovered that the damage effect was different each time he attacked the target with the maximum intensity of 999.

Wen Shui guessed that his greatest attack attribute was similar to Xiao Lan's karate skills, and was greatly affected by the host's mood and state.

It can have a surprising effect when someone close to you is in danger.

However, since Wen Shui has already identified the Black Organization and the even more mysterious White Dove Pharmaceuticals as his hypothetical enemies, simply knowing swordsmanship might not be enough. He must become like the world's best special agent, possessing the ability to handle all kinds of crises.

Of course, if the system unlocks supernatural abilities later on, like giving him a Rasengan or something, then he won't need to consider becoming a secret agent.

Right now, all Wen Shui can do is quickly familiarize himself with and master the ability of [Unstable Shot].

So after school, Wenshui took the initiative to contact Sato Miwako, wanting to discuss with her going to the Metropolitan Police Department's shooting range to practice shooting.

Unexpectedly, Sato Miwako went to Gunma Prefecture to investigate a suspect and wouldn't be back until evening, so she arranged to meet him at the Metropolitan Police Department that night.

Wen Shui went home, ate dinner, and wrote some more of the novel she was preparing to submit for publication. When the clock on the wall struck 19:30 PM, Wen Shui got dressed and left home.

It rained in the afternoon, and the night air was much cooler than usual. People wearing tank tops and shorts often passed by the warm water while jogging. He also saw many passersby walking their dogs on leashes.

Seeing a pet dog reminded Wen Shui of Ai Haibara's dog training manual.

I wonder if she has any new plans.

Warm water is ready with countermeasures.

Since he had asked Sato Miwako for help, it wouldn't be right not to bring her a gift. So, Wenshui went to the sushi restaurant that Sato Miwako had mentioned she liked last time, intending to bring her a late-night snack.

Mr. Kanekawa, the owner of the sushi restaurant, did not come to the restaurant today; his son was in charge.

When Wenshui asked for a flavor that Sato Miwako liked.

The young Mr. Jin Chuan's gaze towards Wen Shui changed instantly, and he curiously asked him if he was Sato Miwako's boyfriend.

Mr. Koganekawa was about the same age as Sato Miwako. During their conversation, he told Wenshui about his glorious deeds when he was in high school and was extorted by delinquents. Sato Miwako single-handedly beat those guys to a pulp.

Wen Shui was somewhat surprised that Officer Sato was already so capable back in school.

After chatting with the other party for a while, Wen Shui carried the packaged sushi box and arrived at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The Metropolitan Police Department is often busier at night than during the day. Several police cars with flashing lights are parked at the entrance, two of which have their doors open. Men with bandages wrapped around their heads and wearing flamboyant clothing are constantly being escorted out of the main gate by police officers.

The entire police station was enveloped in a busy atmosphere.

Wen Shui walked directly into the reception hall on the first floor of the Metropolitan Police Department and found that there were more people inside than outside, and it was chaotic and noisy.

He looked around and found no familiar police officers.

Wen Shui then walked up to a policewoman who looked like a receptionist and asked, "Excuse me, how do I get to Officer Sato Miwako?"

As soon as Wen Shui said this, he immediately attracted several scrutinizing glances from the police officers.

It seems that Miwako Sato, as the "flower of the Metropolitan Police Department," is quite popular here.

After inquiring about where Sato Miwako was resting, Wenshui took the elevator to the 5th floor, where it was noticeably quieter than the lower floors. Some office lights were even off, suggesting it was a designated rest area for detectives on night shifts.

Pushing open the door to an office at the end of the corridor, it was pitch black inside. You could vaguely see Miwako Sato sleeping on a bench that was pushed together, with a cartoon pillow as her pillow.

Wen Shui placed the sushi container on the table, and no one had the heart to wake her.

He wrote a note on a sticky note on the table, intending to go downstairs and wait for her to wake up before talking to her.

However, just as Wen Shui was about to close the door and leave, a ray of light refracted through the glass of the door flashed across Sato Miwako's waist.

It must be her sidearm, Wen Shui instantly made that judgment in her mind.

Wen Shui's eyes suddenly lit up, and she returned to the room.

Wen Shui walked up to Sato Miwako and reached as quietly as possible towards the sidearm at her waist, wanting to familiarize himself with its structure without waking her.

However, the moment the warm water touched Sato Miwako's pistol, she instantly woke up and instinctively dodged backward.

The warm water's hand landed right on her soft navel.

"Stop messing around, Yumi, I didn't sleep well last night." Sato Miwako rubbed her eyes and sat up, then was shocked to find that the person in front of her was actually Numizu Kazuki.

Why are you touching my stomach?

A flicker of panic crossed Sato Miwako's eyes, and a faint blush quickly rose to her fair skin.

Chapter 81 Xiaolan's Mahjong Talent is a Battleground

Yesterday, Miwako Sato went to Gunma Prefecture with Detective Takagi to track down a dealer who had fled there and was helping the Majima group smuggle motorcycle parts.

I was busy all night and barely slept.

Today, when I get back from my daytime assignments, I have to write an investigation report and interrogate the prisoners.

She only managed to sleep for a few hours in the car.

Actually, Inspector Megure originally wanted to let Miwako Sato take a break, but she refused. The police force in the station is currently under great strain, and everyone is on their limit. Having someone else take her night shift would be tantamount to further squeezing out her rest time.

Moreover, for a police inspector of her rank, taking night shifts is actually quite easy.

She will only be contacted to handle serious murders; minor fights and brawls will be handled by the patrol officers below.

Miwako Sato had dinner at a nearby ramen shop and then went back to the police station to catch up on sleep.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, Miwako fell asleep quickly and had a sweet dream.