Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"I think it would be better for a handsome guy like you to think twice before trying to seduce someone like that," Xiaolan said with a worried expression.

Seeing the expectant look in Sonoko Suzuki's eyes, Wenshui thought for a moment and nodded:

"It's alright, I'm slightly tempted."

"Hmph, not sincere at all. Let's do it again." Sonoko Suzuki fixed her headband, then snatched the towel from Awami's hand.

Wen Shui couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement, but there was still some time before get out of class ended, so playing with her wouldn't hurt.

Sonoko Suzuki took a few steps back, then jogged over again: "Wipe your sweat, senpai."

Wen Shui took a towel and wiped the sweat from her forehead: "This... is this the one you just used?"

Sonoko Suzuki was startled, then said shyly, "Oh, is that so? I'm so sorry, it's all my fault for being so careless, senior."

"It's okay."

Sonoko Suzuki blushed, a glint of tears in her eyes: "What if... I did it on purpose?"

Wen Shui paused for a moment, wondering how there could be a sequel. He carefully searched his memory for the plays and light novels he had read, then smiled: "What if I had already guessed your intentions?"

"Senior Wen Shui..."

"Sonoko-senpai..."

The two of them stared at each other, each clutching a towel, as if they were performing a stage play.

"You two better stop this! People around are talking about us." Xiaolan's water bottle creaked in her hand, and she exuded a terrifying aura that seemed capable of smashing a telephone pole with a flick of her wrist.

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After PE class, Wen Shui and another boy were responsible for moving the equipment used in PE class to the equipment warehouse.

There wasn't much stuff; the two of them could move it in about three trips.

However, on the third trip, the boy suddenly said he had a stomachache and left early, so Wen Shui had to carry him again.

Holding the high jump cushion, I walked into the sports storage room, and the surrounding temperature immediately became cool.

After placing the cushioning mat in the area where the sports equipment was placed, Wen Shui's mind was filled with thoughts of whether to go see Ai Haibara that evening and what to have for lunch.

"Clang!"

The sound of an iron gate closing came from behind, blocking the light that had been streaming in through the gate and making the room suddenly dark.

Wen Shui turned around and saw a girl wearing a long-sleeved tracksuit and bare legs leaning against the warehouse door, her head hanging low so that her expression was not visible.

Wen Shui was startled and wondered, "What the hell?"

This yandere-like outfit is a bit creepy.

However, once his eyes adjusted to the light, Wen Shui breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw the girl's cute horns.

"It's Xiaolan! You scared me! What brings you here?" Wen Shui asked, while trying to figure out how to explain what happened yesterday.

It's likely that Ran came because of Yukiko Kudo.

Xiao Lan walked over, wearing a long-sleeved autumn sports jacket and a gymnastics uniform on her lower body, so it looked as if she was only wearing a jacket.

On her slender, fair legs, glistening with fine, translucent beads of sweat.

With each breath, the girl's youthful, fragrant sweat wafted over.

"Can we sit down and talk?" Xiaolan pointed to the stool next to her.

Wen Shui nodded and sat down on the stool.

Xiao Lan then sat down next to Wen Shui and, as expected, asked about what happened last night. Wen Shui explained using the prepared explanation.

Xiaolan nodded, a bright, sunny smile on her face: "Oh, I see. I was really something, to actually doubt Wen Shui-jun."

Wen Shui smiled and said, "It's okay. Anyone would overthink things like this."

Xiaolan shook her head: "I'm sorry, please give me a chance to make amends."

As she spoke, Xiaolan stood up from the stool and went around to Wenshui's back.

Wen Shui initially thought Xiao Lan was going to massage his shoulders, but to his surprise, Xiao Lan took out a rope and tied him up.

Just as he was about to resist, Xiaolan's innate superhuman strength came into play, and she quickly tied Wenshui to the stool before walking back to him.

Wen Shui's lips twitched: "Xiao Lan, why are you tying me up?"

"Warm Water, lying isn't a good habit," Xiao Lan said calmly.

Wen Shui panicked: "Really, let me explain, Lan."

"Is that so?" Xiaolan revealed a terrifying smile that seemed to have turned her girlishness dark. "Since you're so stubborn, this is the only way I can interrogate you."

"Torture?"

As soon as Wen Shui finished speaking, she noticed that Xiao Lan had unzipped her sports jacket.

She was wearing the gymnastics uniform she had just worn in PE class, and through the sweat-soaked uniform, one could vaguely see the girl's slender curves.

Followed by.

Xiaolan grabbed the hem of her leotard, her slender little hand gently rising. As the clothes moved up, large expanses of her fair and delicate skin, along with the fabric of her underwear, were exposed to the air.

She... she even wanted to take off her inner clothes!

The lukewarm water was startled.

Are you going to use this to interrogate your closest comrade-in-arms?

Chapter 94 Holding Hands

The old, enclosed warehouse was filled with sports equipment, and only sunlight streaming in from a small side window provided illumination.

Even in this dim environment, Xiaolan's flawless white skin still stood out.

Her waist, without an ounce of excess fat, seemed so delicate it could break at the slightest exertion, and her small, exquisite navel, like a clear spring, made one want to touch it to check its temperature.

As the hem of the gymnastics uniform gradually rises.

A beautiful, elastic vision appears before my eyes, trembling gently.

Beneath her slender arms, her armpits were so clean and smooth, like ice cream, that one couldn't help but wonder if the beautiful girl in front of them was a real being in the real world.

What Wen Shui didn't expect was...

Xiaolan actually took off her gymnastics uniform, then shook her head. Her long, thick, slender hair fell down her shoulders, and her fair, almost translucent skin appeared even more delicate and soft against the backdrop of her black hair.

A pleasant fragrance wafted over.

Although Xiaolan was wearing a sports bra underneath, which is similar to a swimsuit, it wouldn't attract any gasps from passersby even if she wore it out.

However, influenced by the surrounding environment, this kind of outfit can still easily evoke associations with ambiguous developments.

However, no matter how suggestive the scene before Wen Shui was, Xiao Lan's expression didn't look like she was giving out freebies at all.

Wen Shui struggled slightly, but couldn't break free from the ropes binding her.

"It's sturdy, isn't it?" Ran smiled. "This is the rope that tied up Miss Kudo yesterday."

Wen Shui was speechless.

No wonder, besides the scent of antiperspirant on Ran, he could also vaguely smell the fragrance of ripe peaches on Mrs. Kudo.

"What happened yesterday was really a misunderstanding. I could never possibly have any impure thoughts about Kudo's mother, could I?" Wen Shui tried to communicate with Xiao Lan with sincere eyes.

Xiaolan: "But when you submitted your work to the mystery novel contest, didn't you declare that you liked older women?"

Wen Shui: "That was written for me by Hiratsuka-sensei. You know her personality, right?"

"So, Hiratsuka-sensei is also a victim of lukewarm water? It seems I underestimated you." Ran nodded, silently noting down the prisoner's statement.

Wen Shui cried out that she was wronged.

But Xiaolan didn't seem to want to listen to his explanation any further, and fast-forwarded directly to the "I was here first" stage.

As for Xiaolan's previous act of undressing, it was most likely because she didn't want to get bloodstains on her body that would be difficult to clean.

Wen Shui looked around but did not find any weapons such as kitchen knives or chainsaws.

Could it be that they were planning to use karate? But a victim killed by karate shouldn't bleed a lot.

"Let me show you what happened to Miss Kudo yesterday—the hurt and humiliation she suffered!"

Just as Wen Shui was wondering what was going on, Xiao Lan pressed the gymnastics uniform in her hand directly onto Wen Shui's face.

The top of the gymnastics outfit is made of pure white, lightweight fabric that feels exceptionally comfortable. After being soaked in the sweat and fragrance of the beautiful girl, it exudes an alluring charm that is mesmerizing.

Wen Shui felt as if she had fallen into an ocean of fruit-flavored milk.

"How does it feel? Not good, is it?" Xiaolan said with a squinty smile.

Wen Shui couldn't speak, because if she opened her mouth, she might lick Xiao Lan's fingers through her clothes.

But he couldn't help but complain in his heart that Mrs. Kudo was actually rewarded yesterday... Ah, no, Mrs. Kudo should be immune to this kind of thing, after all, Yukiko Kudo had told Nuku more than once that she had suffered a lot when she was filming when she was young.

The shirt that was soaked in lukewarm water had only been worn for one day.

The taste is actually acceptable.

Even now, Wen Shui and Shu never imagined that what enraged Kudo Yukiko wasn't the shirt or the rope, but the inability to go to the toilet.

I was "punished" for a while by Xiaolan's gymnastics outfit extravaganza.

Xiao Lan seemed to have gotten used to his scent after the warm water was poured on him, so she took off the gymnastics outfit from him: "Alright, the first phase of punishment is over."

Xiao Lan kept a straight face, her voice revealing a hint of shyness.

Wen Shui's eyes widened: "There's a second stage? Wait a minute, I haven't eaten yet! Can we do the second stage tonight? Oh, and why don't you come to my house for dinner..."

Xiao Lan angrily covered her face with Wen Shui again. This bastard actually wants me to cook for him?

What do they take her for, a free babysitter?

Xiaolan felt a little unhappy. "At least wait a week before making this request, give them some time to process it. Wouldn't it make me seem pathetic to agree right away?"

Without giving Wen Shui a chance to explain, Xiao Lan wrapped the gymnastics uniform around Wen Shui's head and tied it in a tight knot at the back of her head.

This is equivalent to depriving warm water of its sight, smell, and some hearing.

Just as Xiaolan was about to carry out the second stage of punishment on Wenshui