Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"Are you getting impatient? Don't worry, there's still plenty of time until dawn, enough for us to have fun."

Yukiko Kudo said softly, but her eyes revealed a clear hint of mockery.

With the whip in her hand and the stilettos on her feet, if certain men with particular tastes were here, they would probably have an immediate orgasm.

Wen Shui's expression changed slightly: "Actually... I think we can cooperate."

Yukiko Kudo: "Cooperate? But I'm a kidnapper."

“Actually, I’m not the kind of detective who values ​​justice highly,” Wen Shui said with a smile. “Besides, you kidnapped me for money, so I think everything is negotiable.”

Conan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Yukiko Kudo was secretly pleased with herself.

This kid actually took the initiative to back down, which greatly surprised Yukiko Kudo. She thought she would have to use some tricks to make him submit.

But then I thought, even if Wen Shui is a great detective, he's still just a kid. He'd definitely be scared if he encountered a kidnapper who'd kill someone at the drop of a hat.

Only a "reckless, impulsive, and arrogant detective like Shinichi Kudo" would choose to investigate the criminals' background under such circumstances.

Yukiko Kudo had suffered many losses at the hands of Wen Shui several times before, some of which could even be considered humiliating experiences.

Seeing Wen Shui's submissive demeanor now, a secret sense of pleasure welled up within her.

If it weren't for the need to play the role well, Yukiko Kudo might have burst out laughing.

However, just as Mrs. Kudo was standing there, feeling her mind racing, Conan quietly approached her from behind.

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Conan suddenly realized that this was an opportunity.

His beating wasn't entirely in vain. By observing and probing the other party's words, Conan deduced that this woman was probably the only kidnapper in the villa.

First, find an opportunity to escape, and then, while the other party is chasing after him, return to the kitchen to rescue Wen Shui.

These two people could easily find a way to subdue the woman and hand her over to the police; they might be able to find out the whereabouts of the Black Organization.

This is much more reliable than the escape plan that involved hiding in the storage room.

Conan approached to a considerable distance and suddenly exerted force, crashing directly into Yukiko Kudo.

Then he took the opportunity to run towards the door.

Yukiko Kudo never expected that Conan would attack her from behind. She lost her balance and fell forward, about to fall onto Wen Shui.

And this distance...

Mrs. Kudo thought to herself that things were not good, and that this boy was probably going to take advantage of her again.

To her surprise, Wen Shui suddenly rolled to the side, dodging the impact of the flesh bomb that was falling from the sky.

Yukiko Kudo crashed directly onto the kitchen floor.

The airbag, encased in black leather, was compressed into a flat shape, then quickly rebounded thanks to its amazing elasticity.

Yukiko Kudo felt a sharp pain in her chest.

That wretched little brat! He never dodged before, but he actually did this time.

"Wait a minute, take me with you!" Wen Shui shouted to Conan, who had run to the door, actually reminding Kudo Yukiko.

Yukiko Kudo snapped out of her daze, got up from the ground, glared resentfully at Wen Shui, and then chased after her.

Conan wasn't running fast because he'd just been spanked by his mom and was tied up with ropes.

Before he could even reach the lobby on the first floor, Yukiko Kudo caught him and brought him back.

Then, in front of Wen Shui, Mrs. Kudo gave Conan's bottom a good spanking again. And this time she hit it harder than before.

After making a fool of herself, Yukiko Kudo felt too embarrassed to stay any longer. She said a few harsh words and told Wenshui and Conan to behave themselves before leaving the kitchen.

As soon as Yukiko Kudo left, Conan complained, "Brother Wenshui, if you hadn't called me, I might have run away."

Wen Shui scratched his head: "Sorry, I was too scared at the time."

Wen Shui's acting was so good that Conan couldn't refute it. What can you ask of a detective who can trip over his own feet while walking?

Since their hastily devised plan failed, the two had no choice but to continue with their plan to hide in the locker and wait until tomorrow morning.

To conserve their energy for their escape, Wen Shui and Conan leaned against the refrigerator and cupboard respectively, and soon fell asleep.

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Yukiko Kudo returned to the first floor, took off her mask and leather jacket, and put them back in the suitcase containing her disguise props.

To wear this leather jacket, she wore only close-fitting underwear underneath.

So when I fell to the ground just now, it actually hurt quite a bit.

Kicking off her stiletto heels, Yukiko Kudo walked barefoot to the dressing mirror in her bedroom.

Then unhooked the bra and took a close look at the part of the body that had hit the kitchen floor when she fell.

There were obvious red marks on her snow-white skin, as if she had been slapped hard. Touching them lightly with her fingertips would cause a noticeable stinging sensation.

Fortunately, there was no bruising under the skin.

That little rascal actually dodged away on his own initiative, something Mrs. Kudo still can't understand.

Doesn't he like older women? Even though the other party is a kidnapper, wouldn't it be more exciting from a man's perspective?

The burning sensation in her chest made Yukiko Kudo start having all sorts of wild thoughts.

Then she quickly realized that Wen Shui's photo album seemed to contain only photos of her.

Last time at the coffee shop, he couldn't avoid her "hug," but this time, even with his body bound by ropes, he managed to nimbly dodge it.

Mrs. Kudo was startled.

A bold guess made Yukiko dare not think any further...

I think I should take a shower and go to bed early.

Yukiko Kudo took off her last piece of clothing, took out a pure white bath towel from her suitcase, and wrapped it around her curvaceous figure.

Then, carrying his toiletries, he walked barefoot to the bathroom on the first floor.

Although the villa is dilapidated, it still has all the necessary facilities, only they are a bit old and worn out.

The bathroom door wasn't a glass sliding door, but a very traditional wooden door.

The bathroom floor was covered with vintage tiles, and the bathtub at the far end was the kind of style that was popular when she was young.

However, since the first floor had been cleaned before, the bathroom was still fairly clean.

Yukiko Kudo first filled the bathtub with water, then went to the showerhead to rinse her body.

The warm water quickly wet her slightly curly long hair, which cascaded down her fair and delicate shoulders and clung to her flawless skin.

Before long, her delicate eyelashes were covered with fine water droplets, and the bathroom was soon filled with a light mist.

The bath salts that were thrown into the bathtub also started to bubble.

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Wen Shui slept for a while and then suddenly woke up.

He doesn't have high requirements for sleep; he can fall asleep even when he's tied up.

The problem is that more than six hours have passed since he was arrested in the evening, and Wen Shui suddenly felt the urge to go to the toilet.

And the thought of not being able to get out of here until tomorrow morning made the urge to urinate even stronger.

Wen Shui glanced at Conan across from her and found that he was sleeping soundly, probably because he had just been beaten up twice.

It should be okay to sneak out to use the restroom and come back later, right?

Without alerting Conan, Wen Shui untied the ropes binding her and pried open the door to enter the second-floor living room.

The living room was pitch black, so it seemed that Yukiko Kudo was asleep. Wen Shui searched the second floor and found that there was no bathroom there.

There was no other way but to take the risk and go down to the first floor.

Wen Shui tiptoed down to the first floor and found it was also pitch black. The bedroom door was closed, and there were many bags of snacks on the table.

Following her memory of the villa's layout, Wen Shui arrived at a wooden door.

He gently pushed open the wooden door. The bathroom was filled with steam, and the mixed smell of shampoo and shower gel wafted out.

Through the white mist, you can vaguely see Mrs. Kudo lying leisurely in the bathtub, using her snow-white toes to scoop up the bubbles on the surface of the water while humming a lighthearted tune.

The two locked eyes.

Warm water made his mind go blank.

Yukiko Kudo's fair and delicate skin, exposed above the water, visibly turned red. Like a boiled lobster, she stared wide-eyed and stammered, "W-how did you get here? Glug glug glug..."

Mrs. Kudo accidentally fell into the bathtub.

The next words came out as he choked on water, and perhaps due to shock and cramps, he couldn't get out of the bathtub for a long time.

Seeing this, Wen Shui had no choice but to abandon the idea of ​​closing the door and pretending that she hadn't seen anything.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and then walked towards the bathtub.

Chapter 88 Artificial Respiration or Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation?

Wen Shui and Shu rushed to the bathtub, their feet sinking into the puddles of water, nearly slipping.

The overall architectural style and decoration of this villa are very retro.

The bathroom wall mirror is edged with brass carvings, the faucets are gold-plated, and the four paws of the pure white bathtub are in the shape of bronze sphinxes.

The main feature of this bathtub is its exceptionally large size.

Completely different from the currently popular minimalist style, even younger children can swim in the bathtub.

This also gave Mrs. Kudo ample opportunity to perform after she drowned due to leg cramps.

Perhaps it was something that caused her PTSD from the previous incident, but Yukiko Kudo added a lot of bath salts to the bathtub, creating thick, dense foam that floated on the surface of the water.

She struggled violently, causing water and foam to overflow from the edge of the bathtub.

As the water in the bathtub decreased, her fair and plump legs and full, rounded fat appeared and disappeared on the foamy surface of the water.