Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Miwako Sato dreamed that she and Nukumizu teamed up to catch the murderer of the Slit-Mouthed Woman, and then held a commendation ceremony in front of all her colleagues at the Metropolitan Police Department.

The commendation ceremony was packed with people; almost every member of the Metropolitan Police Department she had ever met was there.

However, since it is a dream, it inevitably has a magical and absurd style.

For example, the trophy that Inspector Megure handed her was engraved with the words "Champion of the Slit-Mouthed Woman Catching Contest".

Even setting aside the fact that the Metropolitan Police Department has never held an awards ceremony before, they have never presented trophies.

The scene of the murderer, who looked somewhat similar to "Officer Okra," being bound and thrown into a large iron pot to be stewed looked quite absurd.

Not to mention Wen Shui and Shu, who were receiving awards with her, wearing clothes that looked a lot like Sherlock Holmes and with a pipe in their mouths.

The entire awards ceremony looked like a naive fantasy from a little girl's mind.

However, Sato Miwako was still very happy to have caught the culprit. With the case over, she could finally have more time to spend with her mother, she thought.

In her dream, Sato Miwako's mind stirred, and Mrs. Sato appeared at the very back of the crowd directly opposite the awards stage. Her mother met her gaze with gentle eyes.

The crowd dispersed like Moses parting the sea.

A bright red carpet appeared between Miwako Sato and her mother.

Light and melodious music drifted into her ears. Below the stage, Yumi Miyamoto, dressed as a bridesmaid, held a bouquet of flowers, ready to hand it to her at any moment. Further away, Detective Takagi and Officer Shiratori embraced each other and wept bitterly.

Sato Miwako looked down.

She discovered that her police uniform had transformed into a pristine white wedding dress, and Wen Shui's Sherlock Holmes-style wool coat had been replaced with a sharp suit. He was looking at her with doting and tender eyes.

The originally planned awards ceremony inexplicably turned into a wedding ceremony.

Inspector Megure, dressed in a priest's robe, solemnly asked, "Mr. Nukumizu, do you take Ms. Sato Miwako to be your wife, to keep your promise, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer..."

Sato Miwako suddenly came to her senses; she felt no joy at the prospect of becoming a bride.

This is...this is too weird!

Why did I have to marry Wen Shui and Shu? He's several years younger than me... No, no, it's not about age at all, is it?

There was absolutely no romantic feeling between them!

Seeing that Wen Shui and Shu were about to take her little hand and put the wedding ring on her finger.

Sato Miwako woke up with a start and then realized that someone was touching her stomach in the dark.

Normally only Yumi Miyamoto would play such silly pranks, so Miwako Sato didn't take it seriously at first, and was even a little glad that Yumi had woken her up.

If I really did put my wedding ring on my finger with lukewarm water...

Huh? Sato Miwako suddenly realized that the person in front of her was not Miyamoto Yumi, but Nukumizu Kazuki.

Is she still dreaming?

But the sensation on my stomach felt so real, like the warm, strong hands of the warm water.

This reminded Sato Miwako of the embarrassing memory of having her belly button touched with warm water when she was wearing a crop top and doing a reconnaissance mission.

Sato Miwako's mind was a little confused. Her face flushed, she asked, "W-why are you touching my stomach?"

Wen Shui never expected that even though she was being so careful, she still alerted Officer Sato, and that he would accidentally press on her soft lower abdomen.

It seems that the vigilance of professional criminal investigators should not be underestimated.

But how should I explain this now? Should I say that I actually wanted to test your reaction speed?

It doesn't seem very convincing.

Wen Shui thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "Actually, I wanted to take your sidearm, but I only touched your stomach when you moved."

"Take my gun?" Sato Miwako asked, puzzled.

Wen Shui nodded, and then told Sato Miwako about wanting to borrow the Metropolitan Police Department's shooting range.

Sato Miwako placed the plush pillow on her lap, frowned, and pondered for a long time: "Have you ever used a gun before?"

Wen Shui: "No, but I've looked at a lot of information and videos online."

Because Wen Shui and Shu's resumes are completely clean, Wen Shui has no way of making up lies like "having learned shooting in Hawaii".

Sato Miwako then asked, "Do you think investigating the Slit-Mouthed Woman will require the use of firearms? Or have you gotten yourself into other trouble that requires firearms to resolve?"

The lukewarm water made my mouth water.

Neither the Black Organization nor Shiraito Pharmaceutical could explain this to Miwako Sato.

So he had to change his reason: "I just want to have another skill for self-defense. I always feel like I'll get involved in troublesome things."

Miwako Sato nodded. In the darkness, her delicate eyelashes trembled slightly, and her large, watery eyes sparkled with intelligence: "So, someone who has never touched a gun before, and has no reason to use firearms, secretly touched the female detective's stomach while she was asleep, and explained that he wanted to understand the structure of her service weapon?"

Warm Water: "Uh...that's true."

"Do you think I'd believe that?" Sato Miwako said sternly.

"It's true, otherwise why would I come to see you so late at night?"

“I don’t know, but based on the clues we have so far, you will be charged with harassing women,” Miwako Sato said calmly.

Wen Shui was shocked: "Huh, you're actually going to be sued? I just accidentally touched your stomach."

"What do you mean 'just'?" Sato Miwako's beautiful eyes widened. "That's a girl's private parts. Even though it's through clothes, if I pretend not to react, won't you do something even more outrageous?"

"Wait a minute, doesn't the decision to 'pretend not to react' seem more problematic?" Wen Shui couldn't help but complain.

Sato Miwako opened her mouth, but couldn't think of a reason to refute it.

When humans are chronically sleep-deprived, their brains can sluggish, and she inadvertently found herself at a disadvantage despite being taken advantage of by the warm water.

After exchanging a few words with Wen Shui, Sato Miwako's drowsy mind gradually cleared, and she temporarily believed Wen Shui's explanation.

Of course, it remains to be observed and verified whether he was not lustful at first sight.

Seeing Sato Miwako's changing expression, Wen Shui couldn't help but advise, "Speaking of which... shouldn't we turn on the lights first? If your colleagues see this, they might misunderstand, right?"

Since Sato Miwako was woken up, Nukumizu had been trying to explain her behavior, and the light in the corridor provided some illumination, neither of them thought of turning on the lights.

Reminded by the warm water, Sato Miwako used her toes to look for her shoes on the ground.

However, at that moment...

"Clap!"

The light switch was turned on, and the entire office was instantly as bright as day.

Wen Shui and Sato Miwako squinted at the same time and looked towards the office door.

Yumi Miyamoto, dressed in a Metropolitan Police Department traffic patrol uniform, stood at the door, looking shocked: "Miwako? What are you two doing?"

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Five minutes later, the three of them sat around the desk with sushi shop bento boxes on it.

Wen Shui looked around and realized that this should be where Sato Miwako usually worked, with a photo of Sato Miwako in police uniform on the table.

The photo of Miwako Sato looks a bit green but very energetic; it was probably taken when she first started working there.

Besides that, the office is mostly filled with forms, evidence bags, energy drinks, and coffee.

On the wall next to it was a slogan that read, "Sleep is the new clue!"

Wen Shui speculated that this was probably because the profession of criminal police is quite special, and when they are busy, they may not be able to sleep for a long time. Therefore, catching up on sleep during their breaks from duty is a practice encouraged by the authorities.

Although Wen Shui explained why he was there and why the lights weren't on.

However, because he was stopped by Officer Sato's stern look when he talked about "accidentally being touched on the stomach," Miyamoto Yumi kept looking at the two of them with a suspicious gaze.

Fortunately, Wen Shui brought sushi for a late-night snack today and even wrote a note with it.

This added some credibility to his explanation.

Yumi Miyamoto sighed, looking somewhat regretful: "So you weren't doing anything daring in the police station office, but just Mr. Numizu bringing Miwako a late-night snack?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's not a love-filled late-night snack." Sato Miwako stopped her best friend's wild guesses with a look. "It's just a gift between ordinary friends. I treated Onami to some delicious meat buns last time too."

Yumi Miyamoto looked at the exquisite lunchbox on the table: "But this must be very expensive, right? Takagi and the others don't usually buy such a luxurious late-night snack to please you."

Sato Miwako's gaze also fell on the exquisite lunchbox on the table, and then she gave Wen Shui a reproachful look.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "It's alright. Didn't Officer Sato buy me some sushi from this shop last time? Miss Yumi, if you don't mind, why don't you try some with me?"

Miyamoto Yumi rolled her eyes and nodded: "Alright, consider it compensation for not being able to see you guys secretly doing bad things."

Sato Miwako blushed and pounced on Miyamoto Yumi, pinching her thigh: "Didn't I tell you not to talk nonsense? Besides, who would do that kind of thing in a police station?"

Yumi Miyamoto's expression looked a little strange.

If I'm not mistaken, she probably knows some inside information that Officer Sato doesn't.

"Thank you for spending so much, Mr. Nukumi." Under Miwako's threat, Miyamoto Yumi thanked Nukumi in a serious manner.

The group was about to open their lunchboxes and begin their meal.

Sato Miwako's phone rang, and her expression immediately turned serious after she answered it: "Okay, I'll be right there. Please be sure to protect the scene."

After hanging up the phone, Sato Miwako sighed, "I probably won't be able to have a meal with you. There's been a murder at Hida Financial Company, and I have to rush to the scene."

Yumi Miyamoto sighed, "What bad luck! Neither Shiratori nor Takagi encountered any cases during their night shifts yesterday and the day before."

"You can't say that. After all, the duty of the police is to prevent crime. If you look at it from that perspective, I'm incredibly lucky today."

Sato Miwako smiled brightly, but she still couldn't hide the fatigue on her face.

Wen Shui also stood up: "Officer Sato, can I go with you?"

"Of course, even if you didn't say anything, I would have dragged you into it. You were just now..." Sato Miwako almost blurted out about touching her stomach earlier, but she paused, "Anyway, do your best later."

Yumi Miyamoto looked at the two of them suspiciously.

The relationship between these two people is definitely not as simple as they say.

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There were three police cars that went to the crime scene.

Miwako Sato drove her red Mazda at the back of the convoy, with only her and Awami in the car.

The deceased was the president of "Feida Financial Company," but because the position of president in Detective Conan has an extremely high mortality rate, Nukusui couldn't immediately recall which specific case it was.

There's no other way but to go to the scene and see the killer's methods before we can think about it.