Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

That's why her friends are so worried.

Shiratori Ninzaburo added, "The reason I told you this is so that you can also find a way to help Miwako out of her gloom. I will not give up on pursuing Miwako."

Seeing the other party asserting their dominance, Wen Shui was speechless.

He really wanted to tell Shiratori that his childhood friend wasn't Officer Sato, but Conan's homeroom teacher, Sumiko Kobayashi.

However, telling the truth to him now seems a bit unreasonable, since he hasn't had much contact with Shiratori and has never even met Conan's homeroom teacher.

"Fine, let this guy be a simp for a while longer," Wen Shui thought to herself.

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After ending their conversation, the two returned to the building downstairs at Feitian Financial Company.

The perpetrator, Takako Fujii, has been put into the car, and the police officers have finished collecting evidence at the scene and are preparing to return to the Metropolitan Police Department to report.

"Miwako, I'll be going now," Detective Shiratori said goodbye to Miwako Sato with a smile.

Miwako Sato: "Thank you for your hard work, Shiratori."

Shiratori Renzaburo glanced at Nukusui before walking toward his car parked across the street.

No sooner had he left than Sato Miwako cornered Onami and asked suspiciously, "Hey, what were you and Shiratori doing sneaking around my car like that?"

Wen Shui had promised Shiratori not to say anything, and besides, if he did say something like that, Sato Miwako would subconsciously become wary of him.

It was inconvenient to use warm water to comfort her afterwards.

Wen Shui shook her head: "It's nothing, we just talked about the case briefly."

Sato Miwako pouted: "Don't joke around. Shiratori is such a proud person. You actually found the culprit first this time. There's absolutely no way he would take the initiative to talk to you about the case."

Wen Shui sighed: "Okay, actually I asked him for advice on how to pursue you, Sato-senpai."

"You little rascal, you never tell the truth." Sato Miwako couldn't help but pinch the tender flesh on Wen Shui's waist. "Shiratori would never tell you something like this, besides, he doesn't know anything about it at all."

"Huh? You don't know him? I heard he's a huge admirer of yours," Wen Shui said in surprise.

“Shiratori is nice, and his family is well-off.” Sato Miwako looked at Shiratori Ninzaburo across the street, “but the advantages he shows are not my type at all.”

Shiratori Ninzaburo noticed Sato Miwako's gaze, smiled and waved in their direction, and even gave Onami a smug look.

Wen Shui thought to herself, "You've already been friend-zoned, what's there to be happy about?"

Miwako Sato wanted to continue questioning Onami, but Ran came downstairs at that moment, so Miwako had no choice but to let Onami go for the time being.

Uncle Mori had been playing mahjong all night and hadn't eaten much, so he decided to go to a nearby ramen shop that he used to frequent when he was a child for a late-night snack.

Actually, Uncle Mori originally wanted to go eat barbecue and have some beer.

But Xiaolan ruthlessly rejected it.

After finishing his ramen, Wen Shui wanted to bring some over to Sato Miwako, but Ran beat him to it.

Xiaolan had actually asked the restaurant to prepare a ramen bowl in advance and pack it up.

"I knew you were going to bring Officer Sato a midnight snack, so I prepared it in advance," Ran said with a smile. "Oh, and don't forget to tell her it's from me for Officer Sato."

For some reason, Wen Shui vaguely sensed the atmosphere of a battleground again.

No way?

Xiaolan is so innocent and kind, she probably wouldn't have mastered this kind of subtle and manipulative skill, right?

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However, when Wenshui arrived at the parking space near the Metropolitan Police Department building and handed the packaged ramen to Sato Miwako,

Sato Miwako bit her lip lightly, looking at him shyly: "You...you wouldn't really want to pursue me, would you?"

Warm water: ?

What the heck? I was just delivering some ramen, how did it suddenly turn into me pursuing you?

Noticing the surprise on Wen Shui's face, Sato Miwako asked doubtfully, "You really didn't find out from Yumi?"

"What do you want to know?" Wen Shui scratched her head.

Looking at the ramen shop's sign, Miwako Sato reminisced, "When I was little, my mom and I often brought my dad late-night snacks. Back then, there weren't many ramen shops that offered takeout, and this was one of our regular haunts."

Wen Shui couldn't help but gasp in amazement. What a coincidence!

However, he then thought that there seemed to be a high probability that the ramen shop that Uncle Mori frequented when he was a child and the ramen shop that Miwako Sato frequented when she was a child overlapped.

"What a coincidence." Wen Shui smiled awkwardly. "By the way, Xiao Lan actually asked me to bring this to you."

"Huh, is that Ran?" Miwako exclaimed in surprise.

The blush on her face faded considerably, and she smiled, "Xiao Lan is such a considerate person. Whoever marries her is truly blessed."

“That’s exactly right,” Wen Shui chimed in.

Sato Miwako asked casually, "Doesn't Wenshui have any thoughts on this?"

"I don't want to be in a relationship right now," Wen Shui explained. "By the way, you should eat your noodles first, or they won't taste good later."

Sato Miwako nodded, got back into the car, and quickly ate the steaming hot ramen.

"I miss that feeling so much," said Miwako Sato, looking out at the night view through the car window. "When I was little, I often ate in the car with my father."

Wen Shui didn't speak; he was a little sleepy.

Sato Miwako suddenly turned her head, looked at Wen Shui in the passenger seat, and gave a mischievous smile: "Hey, are you free later?"

"I want to go home and sleep," Wen Shui said.

"Then everything's alright." Sato Miwako blinked, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. "How about we do something naughty together to relieve some stress?"

Wen Shui was about to refute herself, saying that she wanted to go home and sleep.

Then he quickly realized that Sato Miwako's suggestion was a bit off, and he tentatively asked, "Where...where do we go to vent?"

"It's right here!" Sato Miwako excitedly patted the car seat with her fair little hand, and the seat back reclined towards the back.

Several keywords flashed through Wen Shui's mind: nighttime, doing something naughty, venting, in the car...

The warm water instantly dispelled my drowsiness. No way, is Xiaolan's ramen really that powerful?

Chapter 83 Miwako Sato: My feet are so sore after a busy night...

Wen Shui instinctively recoiled, her head pressing against the cold passenger window.

A gust of wind blew outside, and tiny grains of sand were carried by the wind and hit the car window, making a series of crisp and pleasant sounds.

The cool night breeze seeped in through the cracks in the car window and into my neck, which was warm from the cold water.

The temperature inside the car was much higher than outside because Miwako Sato had just finished eating ramen.

However, perhaps due to her mood, Wen Shui felt that the rich aroma of pork bone broth ramen that originally filled the carriage was masked.

No matter how he breathed, all he could smell was the pleasant fragrance emanating from his older sister.

Unlike the sweet and soft scent of Yukiko Kudo, Miwako Sato's fragrance is exceptionally refreshing.

In the dim light, one could clearly see the curves of Officer Sato's body encased in her uniform skirt, and her long, beautiful legs, which, like those of a female leopard, could easily subdue criminals, exuded a captivating aura.

Looking at Sato Miwako's eager and excited expression, Wen Shui couldn't help but feel a little tempted himself.

However, the information provided by the detective entries in her mind helped Wen Shui calm down.

Let's not even talk about the fact that their relationship hasn't reached that point yet.

Given Sato Miwako's personality, even if she were really dating her boyfriend, she wouldn't do such a thing in a car, let alone in a parking space next to the Metropolitan Police Department.

So there must be some misunderstanding here.

Wen Shui said cautiously, "I still don't quite understand. Could you explain it to me more clearly?"

Miwako Sato leaned closer, her wisps of hair swaying gently by her ear: "Shall we go for a race? I usually go for a race when I'm in a bad mood, so I can show you my driving skills."

Wen Shui couldn't help but rub her forehead.

Honestly, it's just a little racing, why describe it in such an easily misunderstood way? They even lowered the seat.

I had just considered where the nearest pharmacy was, and this feeling of misinterpreting her feelings made Wen Shui's cheeks flush, but thankfully the lighting in the car was too dim to notice.

"But aren't you supposed to be on duty tonight?" Wen Shui couldn't help but ask.

Miwako Sato shook her head: "I only handle serious criminal cases. I usually don't receive emergency calls after midnight, and as long as I'm in Tokyo, I can get to the scene immediately."

Wen Shui thought about it for a moment, and if speeding could make her feel better, then it wouldn't hurt to go crazy with her once in a while.

Moreover, he was also eager to see the driving skills of the Mist Witch.

"Okay, then I'll go crazy with you this once." Wen Shui fastened her seatbelt.

Miwako smiled happily, then straightened the chair and muttered to herself, "I should probably get this chair fixed when I take my vacation."

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Miwako Sato drove her red Mazda from the Metropolitan Police Department through the bustling city center.

Soon, the tall buildings will disappear from the vicinity.

Instead, it transformed into dense forests and boundless fields.

“The mountain road ahead was just built last year, and the road conditions are very good. Also, because the hot spring town on the mountain hasn’t been built yet, there are very few cars coming here at night.” Sato Miwako gently tapped the steering wheel with her fair and slender fingertips.

She had been controlling her speed in the city.

Seeing the endless mountain road before her, her hands even began to tremble slightly.

Warm Water: "Do you come here often?"

“I haven’t been here since the Slit-Mouthed Woman incident,” Miwako explained.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman incident happened several months ago, which means that Miwako Sato hasn't been racing here for several months.

No wonder she reacted so strongly; it seems that the addiction to racing is just as strong as the addiction to smoking.

"Ready? I'm about to start!" Sato Miwako adjusted the angle of the seat and then fastened the seatbelt between her full breasts.

While her size isn't as exaggerated as Yukiko Kudo's, she is, after all, a working woman in her twenties, and she still looks somewhat sexy from the side.

Wen Shui nodded: "Let's begin."