Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Could it be that my clothes are not suitable for warm water...?

Xiao Lan didn't dare to think any further, and she hurriedly and frantically helped Wen Shui untie the rope.

Because Ran wasted a lot of time dealing with her junior classmates, and if she didn't go back to the cafeteria soon, Sonoko would easily notice something was wrong. So Ran had no choice but to reluctantly give up the "second-stage electroshock therapy" on the warm water.

Of course, she would never listen to Wen Shui's suggestion.

Go to his house for the second phase of punishment, because Xiaolan always felt that she might be the one punished in the end.

Xiaolan was too embarrassed to change her clothes in front of Wenshui, so she simply crumpled her gymnastics uniform and ropes into a ball, making it look like two towels stacked together.

The two then came out of the warehouse.

The air outside was still very hot, and since it was lunch break, there were no students around the warehouse.

Wen Shui stretched her stiff arms and held her wrist up to Xiao Lan's face: "You went too far. Look, there are marks on your wrist."

Xiaolan blushed and glared at him, then turned and walked towards the club's changing room with her clothes in her arms. Soon, she saw Teitan students heading to the cafeteria in groups.

Seeing this, Wen Shui ran a few steps to catch up and took Xiao Lan's soft, white hand in hers.

Then I gently pinched it.

Xiaolan froze on the spot, turning her head like a robot to look at Wenshui with a shocked expression.

Wen Shui met her gaze with a self-righteous air.

I thought to myself, you bullied me for half a day in the warehouse, so it shouldn't be too much for me to hold your hand, right?

Chapter 95 The Miyano Akemi Protection Plan, and Gin's Suspicion

He held Xiaolan's soft, white hands in warm water, and he could clearly feel that Xiaolan's hands had just been rinsed with water.

The girl's delicate skin felt slightly rough to the touch.

It must be the unique texture that comes from applying soap and then rinsing with water.

This further confirms Wen Shui's conjecture: if the person just now wasn't Xiao Lan, why would she be washing her hands for no reason?

Actually, Ran washed her hands after helping the karate club carry some things.

Xiao Lan had no idea what Wen Shui was thinking. She only felt that Wen Shui was unusually firm this time, as if holding her hand was as natural as eating and drinking.

How dare this guy do that?

Could it be that my punishment just now accidentally damaged Wen Shui's brain, causing him to become confused?

Xiao Lan suddenly looked at Wen Shui with a worried expression and asked, "Are you... alright?"

Wen Shui complained, "How could I be alright? I was already exhausted from running, and I hadn't even had lunch yet. You dragged me to the warehouse and tortured me for half a day. My body and soul desperately need nourishment right now."

"But...but you can't hold my hand."

As Xiaolan spoke, she tried to break free from the warm water, but since they could see most of the playground from where they were standing, she didn't dare to make any big movements that would attract attention.

Because she was practically naked under her coat, and she was holding a crumpled leotard in her hand.

When being watched by others, I can't help but feel a little guilty and flustered.

"Why not? You were so ruthless to me in the warehouse just now." Wen Shui found Xiao Lan's flustered and uneasy appearance amusing, so she continued to tease her.

"I did that to punish you for being disrespectful to your elders," Xiaolan retorted. "Besides, and you were clearly enjoying it just now."

Wen Shui smiled and said, "That's why I wanted Lan-chan to enjoy it too."

"I...I don't want this kind of enjoyment." Xiaolan stared wide-eyed at Wen Shui.

The girl's delicate eyelashes gleamed alluringly in the sunlight, and her fair and delicate cheeks were flushed red, whether from the heat or shyness, making one want to take a bite.

“Really? I don’t believe it,” Wen Shui said.

Just as Xiaolan was about to argue her point, she suddenly noticed two boys carrying comics walking towards her, probably looking for a quiet spot near the warehouse to take a nap.

Xiaolan quickly blocked their view with her body and said in a low voice, "Stop fooling around, or people will start gossiping if they see us."

"I want to eat curry beef and Mapo tofu..." Wen Shui said, her expression unchanged.

"Alright, alright, I got it." Xiaolan glared at him, annoyed. "Then let's temporarily lift your one-week sentence."

Wen Shui exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? There's actually something like that?"

"Quickly, let go!"

Xiao Lan stared into Wen Shui's eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately. The scent of mandarin orange emanating from the girl's breath made Wen Shui feel as if she had stepped into a perfume workshop.

Wen Shui reluctantly released Xiao Lan's soft little hand.

Two boys greeted them while holding up comics, then walked towards the warehouse.

Once Xiaolan regained her freedom, she immediately distanced herself from Wenshui, grabbed her clothes, and ran towards the club's changing room.

Wen Shui watched Xiao Lan's retreating figure. Under the bright sunlight, as the girl ran, her fleshy thighs trembled slightly, and the cute horns on her head swayed back and forth. The whole composition was full of youthful energy.

Even Wen Shui himself didn't understand why he had taken Xiao Lan's hand earlier. He had simply followed his heart and done so without thinking.

It was as if I had been possessed by a demon after coming out of the warehouse.

Perhaps it was Xiaolan's bold action that broke the ice between the two of them.

However, Xiaolan's reaction, like that of a frightened little animal, made Wenshui want to tease her even more.

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After school, Wen Shui was slacking off in the literature club. He was eating potato chips from his senior, Makoto, and chocolate from Sonoko Suzuki while reading a popular romance light novel.

Incidentally, Xiaolan didn't come to the Literature Department for club activities because of what happened at noon.

This was also within Wen Shui's expectations.

After all, they are small animals, and they are adorable creatures that are very timid and easily fertilized. They need to be given some space to be alone.

Wen Shui was reading a book when suddenly, Vermouth called.

Vermouth didn't reveal much information to him over the phone, only telling Wen Shui to meet her near a luxury hotel that evening, as she had something very important to discuss.

Wen Shui felt both nervous and expectant as she thought about the favor she had asked of her.

Hopefully, Vermouth will keep her promise, after all, he risked his life to save her from the fire.

but……

Vermouth chose a meeting place near the hotel. Could it be that she's trying to seduce a younger man?

No! I only want you to be a tool for me to break away from the Black Organization, not for you to give yourself to me.

While Wen Shui was lost in thought, she accidentally bit her finger while eating potato chips, causing everyone in the Literature Department to burst into laughter.

Sonoko Suzuki was laughing the most, and she even started to resemble Kogoro Mouri a bit.

Wen Shui retaliated by grabbing a chocolate bar from the table and shoving it into Suzuki Sonoko's mouth with lightning speed, filling her small, delicate throat.

Miss Sonoko froze on the spot.

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That evening, Wen Shui arrived at the agreed hotel area on time.

At the grand entrance of the hotel, various luxury cars were parked along the roadside, and waiters in formal attire respectfully moved through the traffic, serving each guest who stepped out of the car.

Wen Shui looked up at the luxurious hotel, which seemed to have countless floors, and wondered if staying here for a night would be expensive. She wondered what Gin's expression would be if he saw Vermouth was wasting the organization's funds like this.

Wen Shui bypassed the traffic at the entrance and turned onto a side street leading to the back entrance of the hotel.

It was much quieter here, with only streetlights every few meters providing illumination. Wen Shui's gaze immediately locked onto the lone black Porsche 356a parked at the end of the road.

Is that Gin's car?

Since Wen Shui arrived in the Conan world, he had seen someone driving this retro car on the street once, and given that Vermouth had asked him to meet here, it was almost certain that it was Gin's car.

If I'm not mistaken, it seems the Black Organization has already discovered Ai Haibara's disappearance.

Wen Shui suddenly tensed up.

The upcoming conversation will determine his and Ai Haibara's fate for some time to come. If his plan fails, he will probably only have two options: run away with Ai Haibara or become a son-in-law of the Suzuki Group.

Wen Shui opened the back door and, sure enough, saw Vermouth sitting in the back seat.

Vermouth wasn't pretending today; her long, light blonde hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her light green dress added a touch of girlish charm.

Vodka tapped the steering wheel with his hand, while Gin sat in the passenger seat maintaining his pistol. An unsettling atmosphere permeated the entire car.

Wen Shui forced herself to calm down, sat down next to Vermouth, and closed the back door.

"Lord Vermouth, Lord Gin, Mr. Vodka," Wen Shui greeted them.

Vodka: ?

Vermouth chuckled softly, while Gin's expression remained unchanged. However, he did not respond to Lukewarm's words and continued cleaning his gun.

Vermouth stepped in to smooth things over: "Gin originally intended to capture you and take you back to the organization's research institute for severe torture."

Wen Shui was shocked: "Huh? Why..."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Vermouth patted Wen Shui on the shoulder. "You were with me all night, so there was no way you could have had any contact with Miyano Akemi."

"Miyano Akemi... what happened to her?" Wen Shui showed a perfectly appropriate look of confusion.

"She disappeared, no, she defected, and the organization is now after her."

Vermouth offered to help explain.

Warm water also perfectly expressed shock, confusion, and a slight worry about the matter.

Gin, sitting in the front seat, appeared to be cleaning his gun, but he was actually observing the reaction of the warm water through the rearview mirror.

Strange, could it really have nothing to do with him?

Even with Vermouth's guarantee, Gin's suspicious nature would inevitably lead him to doubt Kazuki Nukumizu, who had close contact with Sherry.

However, judging from Wen Shui and Shu's reactions, it seems that this is really the first time he has heard this news.

Gin put away his pistol and said coldly, "Warm Water and Tree, from now on your superior will be Vermouth. Until you pay off your debts, you must report to her for any actions that require you to leave Tokyo."

Wen Shui couldn't help but ask, "But didn't Lady Sherry say she wouldn't leave for another six months?"

Even at the risk of being suspected, Gin couldn't help but ask about Sherry's whereabouts. It seemed that Wen Shui and Shu really didn't know what happened yesterday, Gin concluded.