Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Miwako Sato slammed on the gas pedal, and the engine roared like a beast.

A strong jolt of pressure hit me, and the scenery on both sides of my warm water vision rushed past me, causing a surge of adrenaline to rush through my body.

Just as Sato Miwako had said, this road was rarely visited. The red Mazda cruised along the mountain road to its heart's content, encountering hardly any other cars all the way to the top of the mountain.

Miwako Sato is a very skilled driver, better than anyone I've ever seen.

However, Wen Shui also noticed that Sato Miwako would initially accelerate very fast when cornering, but then suddenly slow down just before entering the corner, causing her to stumble a bit every time she cornered.

Compared to the confidence he displayed on the straightaways, it was as if he were driving a completely different car.

Most importantly, Wen Shui did not hear the "scream of the witch in the mist" that she displayed in the original Conan manga.

Could it be that Officer Sato was too nervous because he was in the car?

After reaching the top of the mountain, Sato Miwako turned the car around.

"How do you feel? I'm a little surprised you didn't scream." Sato Miwako's short hair was already soaked with sweat, and the curly, slender strands clung to her cheeks, which were slightly flushed with excitement.

The carriage was filled with a soft fragrance that blended sweat and cosmetics.

Although racing doesn't require much physical exertion, the tense and exciting road conditions can still make people break out in a cold sweat.

Even Wen Shui's palms, who was sitting in the passenger seat, were sweating profusely.

Wen Shui pursed her lips: "Don't underestimate me. This level is no different from playing video games at home for me."

"Really?" Sato Miwako grinned mischievously. "Let's see if you're really not afraid at all."

As she spoke, she suddenly grabbed Wen Shui's hand and began to examine it.

Sato Miwako's skin was as delicate and soft as a young girl's, and the pale blue veins were faintly visible beneath the almost transparent white skin on the back of her hands.

Her slender fingertips brushed across his palm in the warm water, sending a strange, tingling sensation through his brain.

"Huh, isn't he sweating a lot?" Miwako's lips curled up slightly. "So even the great detective Nukumizu has something he's afraid of."

Wen Shui retorted, "That's because it's too hot inside the car."

"Really? Wen Shui, lying isn't a good habit."

Sato Miwako braced herself against the chair next to Wen Shui's thighs, leaned over, and exuded an aura of overwhelming power.

Wen Shui had no choice but to give in and sighed, "Okay, I admit I'm a little scared, but there's nothing I can do. If you make a mistake, I could be in big trouble."

Sato Miwako chuckled: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. I'll drive slowly on my way back."

“No, I want you to go down the mountain at a faster pace,” Wen Shui said.

Sato Miwako's eyes widened: "Huh? Why? Do you have masochistic tendencies?"

Wen Shui pursed her lips: "Please don't slander me. I just noticed that you were a little hesitant when you were going around the corner. That shouldn't be your usual speed, right?"

Sato Miwako's expression changed slightly, and she shook her head: "This car hasn't been inspected recently, and going too fast around corners could be dangerous."

Wen Shui was a hundred percent skeptical.

Thinking of the pressure Sato Miwako had exerted on him earlier, Wen Shui simply took the initiative and leaned over, staring at her expression with an imposing posture.

"Really? Lying isn't a good habit, Officer Sato."

However, to Wen Shui's surprise, when Sato Miwako sat up straight, her body was not completely upright.

In the dimly lit environment inside the car, Wen Shui's hand pressed directly onto her soft, slender legs.

The delicate touch of Miwako's silky smooth skin and her slightly flushed body due to excessive tension stirred a tremor in Wen Shui's heart.

Objectively speaking, the act of pouring warm water was enough to warrant being handcuffed and locked up in an interrogation room.

But Sato Miwako simply blushed, pushed his hand away, and glared at him: "I know, but don't be scared to tears."

"Am I that fragile?" Wen Shui said, both amused and exasperated. "Then show me your full strength and see if you can scare me to tears."

"He really is a masochist," Miwako muttered to herself.

Then she readjusted her body and seat position, took a few deep breaths, and drove downhill at an even faster speed than before.

This time, it was obvious that Miwako Sato's driving was much smoother than before.

When the car is cornering, the chosen approach line and speed have been greatly improved compared to before.

However, Wen Shui still didn't hear Sato Miwako scream. He didn't think that the setting of Detective Conan would deviate in such a way.

It must be because I haven't made Sato Miwako relax yet.

“Miwako,” Wen Shui suddenly said.

Miwako Sato, focused on the road ahead, corrected him, "Call me Officer Sato."

"Stop suppressing your negative emotions, just scream them out!" Wen Shui ignored her correction.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Sato Miwako's face showed an incredulous expression.

But she kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead and didn't slow down, because she didn't want to interrupt the exhilarating feeling of taking the continuous curves.

Warm water placed her hands directly on her thighs, trying to give her strength: "Miwako, it's just the two of us here. Please relax completely and scream like you did before!"

Warm water is very infectious.

In addition, they were about to reach the most dangerous bend on the mountain road. For Sato Miwako, who loved racing, this bend was just like the climax of defeating the villain in a movie, indispensable.

Since that's the case, I might as well lose my composure a little in front of this kid, Sato Miwako made up her mind in a flash.

Then she took a deep breath and suddenly turned the steering wheel.

While screaming, she steered the car through the bend.

Sato Miwako was already somewhat embarrassed to be so unrestrained in front of a boy younger than herself.

Wen Shui and Shu even kept their hands on her legs, trying to give her strength.

Under the combined effect of double, no, actually triple stimulation.

An indescribable sense of pleasure enveloped Sato Miwako's mind.

She hadn't had such a thrilling drive in a long time.

In the blink of an eye, the next bend is approaching.

Seeing that the other person had opened up, Wen Shui and Shu took their hands off her legs.

However, Sato Miwako whispered something that made Nukumizu feel incredulous: "Don't take it away..."

"Huh?!"

Sato Miwako said shyly, "Didn't you say you would give me strength? Hurry up, the horse is coming soon."

As the road safety barrier drew ever closer to the bend in front of the windshield, Wen Shui had no choice but to place her hand on Sato Miwako's leg again, continuing to feel the delicate and soft skin of her thigh.

As if injected with energy, Miwako Sato slammed on the gas pedal.

The red Mazda leaned as it cornered, the tires screeching as they rubbed against the pavement.

Meanwhile, around the quiet mountain road shrouded in night, Sato Miwako's screams echoed continuously.

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It took Sato Miwako less than fifteen minutes to complete the entire course.

This was almost 8 minutes faster than the time it took to go up the mountain.

The car slowly drove into the city, and Miwako Sato finally parked it on a street near Shinjuku.

The bars, izakayas, and convenience stores on both sides of the street were all closed, and the doors were sealed off by the Metropolitan Police Department.

However, just two intersections ahead of them, there was a scene of bright lights and bustling activity.

“This area was once part of the Majima Group’s property, but it has been seized,” Miwako Sato explained. “So these days, very few people pass by here at night.”

"You seem to know quite a few places where nobody shows up at night," Wen Shui couldn't help but say.

Sato Miwako rolled her eyes at her: "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take off your clothes. It's my turn to help you relax from the pressure of solving the case."

The lukewarm water was startled.

The topic was changed way too quickly! And is the relaxation she's talking about genuine relaxation?

Seeing Wen Shui's stunned expression, Sato Miwako covered her mouth and chuckled: "You must have been thinking about that kind of thing when you were at the Metropolitan Police Department entrance just now, right?"

"What kind of thing?" Wen Shui feigned ignorance.

Sato Miwako snorted: "Don't think I don't know what a kid your age is thinking about every day. Your eyes were way too obvious back then."

Damn it, I didn't expect to be seen through. Wen Shui scratched his head: "Then... do you really have a stress relief service?"

“How could that be?” Miwako said irritably. “This is punishment for the filthy thoughts in your mind.”

"That's so unfair! I risked my life to race with you," Wen Shui said, dissatisfied.

Sato Miwako's smiling expression vanished, and she suddenly said seriously, "Thank you, Wenshui."

Wen Shui looked speechless: "Why are you suddenly so serious? I really can't figure out what you're thinking."

“This time it really comes from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for racing with me.” Sato Miwako thanked him earnestly. “Actually, I’ve wanted to go up the mountain for a while now.”

But my colleagues have been working hard on the investigation lately, and as a criminal investigator, I'm not really good at speeding. This time, thanks to you, I was able to overcome my mental hurdle.

"Why does it have to be me?" Wen Shui asked, puzzled.

Sato Miwako tilted her head and smiled mischievously: "Because I felt that Wenshui-kun looked like the kind of person who would lead girls to do bad things, my psychological pressure disappeared immediately."

"You'd better find it as soon as possible," Wen Shui couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Miwako Sato stretched and said, "Well, it seems that humans do need to vent their negative emotions periodically. I feel much clearer-headed now and can't wait to get back to the investigation."

Seeing that Officer Sato was noticeably more relaxed than before, Wen Shui couldn't help but smile.

Although the experience was somewhat dangerous, it was a good thing to help her relax.

Wait a minute, Wen Shui suddenly raised an eyebrow. Was she being a little too relaxed?

After stretching, Miwako Sato still seemed not to feel relaxed enough.

She actually kicked off her black high heels, curled her long, beautiful legs in front of her, and placed her fair and soft little feet on the driver's seat.

In the dim light inside the car, Sato Miwako's fair and soft feet were clearly visible. Her feet were slender with long toes, and her neatly trimmed nails reflected a bright, sparkling light under the streetlights.

A pleasant, soft fragrance filled the air.