Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Vermouth interjected, "Sherry is dead."

"died?!"

Wen Shui's eyes widened, her face filled with shock.

Gin placed his hand on the pistol to prevent Wen Shui and Shu from acting irrationally.

Vermouth nodded with a smile: "That's right. Last night, a fire broke out at a biotechnology company's factory, killing many people, including spies and agents from various countries."

You don't need to know the specifics.

All you need to know is that our undercover agent in the CIA reported that someone saw a short-haired woman brought back the night before last and locked in a warehouse. At first, they thought she was a corporate spy stealing data, but after identification, they confirmed that the woman was Shirley.

Besides, the CIA also suffered heavy losses. I think Shirley was probably mistaken for a spy and burned to ashes.

Wen Shui's face showed a look of shock, as if she found it hard to accept the result.

His performance almost dispelled Gin's doubts.

After finishing their business, Gin and Vodka drove away. Judging from the conversation between Gin and Vermouth, they were probably planning to kidnap a disobedient company president.

Wen Shui couldn't help but think to herself, "It seems that being the president of a company in the world of Detective Conan is really a high-risk profession."

As he left, Vodka looked at Wen Shui with pity, as if he thought Wen Shui would be tortured to death by this terrible woman.

Watching the black Porsche disappear into the night, Wen Shui turned around, but her expression did not become more relaxed.

Instead, he made no attempt to hide his sadness.

That's right, Wen Shui was actually putting on a great performance.

He had no idea before he arrived that the Black Organization had mistakenly believed that Ai Haibara had been burned to death in the factory, and that Vermouth thought so too. However, he immediately recognized this as an opportunity.

Perhaps we can follow the other party's line of thinking and solidify this matter.

Of course, the prerequisite for doing this is to keep Vermouth a secret as well, since Wen Shui doesn't believe that this woman would help conceal the fact that Haibara Ai has shrunk.

Vermouth looked up at the direction of the hotel's back entrance and said with a smile, "Would you like to go upstairs for a bit?"

Wen Shui shook her head, her voice hoarse: "Sorry, I'm not in the mood today."

“I was just kidding. You’re just feeling sorry for Sherry, aren’t you?” Vermouth asked.

Wen Shui nodded: "Actually, she's a really nice person."

Vermouth chuckled, "Not necessarily. You may not know how important what she's investigating is. It's something that would attract the attention of the world's richest people, and she didn't even tell you about it. Instead, she investigated it secretly on her own."

"Warm Water Guy, you might have been fooled by a bad woman."

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now." Wen Shui shook her head. "By the way, I hope you won't forget what I asked you to do before."

"Even knowing that Sherry was dead and had deceived you, you still chose to do it?" Vermouth looked at Wen Shui with a complicated expression.

Wen Shui nodded firmly.

"Oh dear, I don't quite understand, but consider it payment for saving me from the fire." Vermouth tossed her long, light blonde hair, which was ruffled by the wind. "I've moved Miyano Akemi to a safe place, but if nothing unexpected happens, she'll probably have to live there for the rest of her life. I'll arrange for her to video chat with you regularly."

That's right, after seeing Ai Haibara shrink in the warm water, he immediately started thinking about how to protect Akemi Miyano.

After all, if the Black Organization discovered that Ai Haibara had disappeared, they would definitely torture Akemi Miyano severely.

Wen Shui quickly came up with a solution.

That is to have Ai Haibara send him a farewell text message on her phone, asking him to take care of her sister.

Then Wen Shui showed the information to Vermouth, asking her to help move Miyano Akemi away in advance. After all, to completely hide the Black Organization's eyes and ears and Gin's suspicions, probably only Vermouth, who often embezzles the organization's funds without being discovered, could do it.

This completes the perfect closed loop.

However, Wen Shui will probably still have to shoulder the debt to the Black Organization, because his favor was used to rescue Miyano Akemi.

However, Wen Shui had no regrets. Although he had never met Miyano Akemi, the bond between him and Haibara Ai far exceeded the value of this favor.

Not to mention, Wen Shui had no intention of repaying the money to the Black Organization; using this favor on Ai Haibara would probably be the most worthwhile thing to do.

Wen Shui said in a low voice, "Thank you. It's good that you're alive. After all, I promised Sherry."

Vermouth nodded. "I understand."

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After parting ways with Vermouth, Wen Shui wandered aimlessly through the neon-lit streets.

He suddenly felt a strong urge to visit Ai Haibara and tell her the good news.

But then I thought, things are fine now, it's too dangerous.

If Gin hadn't truly let his guard down, his visit would have put Ai Haibara in danger, and even now, Wen Shui can't talk to Ai Haibara.

Only after confirming that the Black Organization's suspicions have been completely dispelled can Nuku go to Professor Agasa's house to meet Ai Haibara.

Although Wen Shui really wanted to see what Ai Haibara would look like after shrinking and pinch her little cheeks, she had to hold back for safety reasons.

Let's just consider it delayed gratification.

Wen Shui thought to herself, "I'll buy her lots of snacks she likes, and since Wen Shui likes looking at the clothes she wears, I'll sneak into Professor Agasa's house and give her a surprise."

At this moment, Wen Shui was unaware that Professor Agasa was setting up an alarm system and a high-voltage power grid in the yard, and that these were mechanical devices very much in Professor Agasa's style.

After thinking it through, Wen Shui decided to go to a nearby ramen restaurant for dinner.

When he took out his phone to look up good ramen restaurants nearby, he found that Miwako Sato had sent him several messages.

I've encountered a difficult case here. Do you have time now?

Are you busy?

Please reply if you see this.

After three consecutive messages, Sato Miwako sent a photo, seemingly a selfie taken in the bathroom. Her collarbone was clearly visible under her black uniform skirt, and her two snow-white breasts made one's heart flutter.

What the hell? They're resorting to this tactic just because I'm not replying?

As expected of Sato-senpai.

Just as Wen Shui was about to reply, she noticed that Sato Miwako had sent a new photo.

After clicking on the photo, the contents made Wen Shui's eyes widen in surprise.

Chapter 96 Amuro Tooru's Proactive Approach

Acupido Town, Kamimori Michi's house.

Sato Miwako carefully checked her clothes in the bathroom, then went to the sink and looked in the mirror.

Beneath her meticulously styled, short hair, the light pink tinge on her delicate ears lingered for a long time, and the sharpness that once belonged to a police inspector had vanished from her eyes, transforming her into the image of a young girl on her first date with her boyfriend.

No, no! If I go out like this, they'll definitely find out.

Sato Miwako washed her face with cold water to calm herself down a bit before taking out her phone and looking at the last selfie in the chat box on the screen.

In the photo, she is sitting on the toilet seat in the bathroom, her long, beautiful legs crossed, and she is dangling her high heels in mid-air with her toes.

His face was filled with disgust and disdain.

Miwako Sato didn't really understand this, but her best friend Yumi Miyamoto had told her that young men these days might like this kind of contrasting style, and that she should try to make the most of her age.

Thinking of this, Miwako's face flushed even more.

Although she wasn't wearing much clothing in the photo, her proactive attitude still made Sato Miwako's heart race a little.

She was even more embarrassed than during the "seat incident" that happened in the car when she raced with Wen Shui last time.

After all, the last time the seat broke was just an accident. Even if that kid Wen Shui took advantage of the situation, it could be explained by reasons like "he probably didn't do it on purpose" or "she didn't expect the seat to break."

But this time, she took the initiative to flirt.

Trying to explain it in a similar way again would be self-deception.

However, to solve the case, some undercover colleagues might even pay a higher price, even if it means selling their bodies. I'm just taking a few photos, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

Sure enough, Wen Shui quickly replied, "Coming right away."

Hmph, just as Yumi said, Wen Shui must have deliberately grabbed her foot in the car last time.

Miwako Sato chuckled inwardly.

"dong dong"

Takagi Wataru's voice came from outside the door: "Officer Sato, Officer Sato..."

Sato Miwako was startled and almost dropped her phone. She quickly composed herself and said, "Ah, it's here, it's here."

With that, Miwako Sato turned the doorknob.

Takagi Wataru stood in the hallway outside with a worried look on his face and asked, "Are you alright, Officer Sato?"

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell." Sato Miwako shook her head. "By the way, I just contacted Wen Shui, he should be here soon. Have someone prepare an extra copy of the on-site test report."

"Oh well."

Takagi Wataru nodded, but felt a little uneasy.

Sato used to dislike detectives, feeling that their existence made the Metropolitan Police Department lose face. However, after meeting Nukumizu and Kazuki, Sato started to resemble Inspector Megure more and more.

Although she didn't pat him on the shoulder and call him "Brother Wenshui".

However, the way they looked at each other during their conversation clearly indicated that their relationship had transcended that of ordinary collaborators.

Takagi Wataru desperately wanted to solve the case before Nuku arrived, but he hadn't found any leads yet, and this feeling of helplessness was really awful.

"By the way, have you made any new discoveries?" Miwako asked.

Sato Miwako's words pulled Takagi back to reality from his fantasy. He cleared his throat: "A suspect said he was a detective and asked us to prove his innocence and find the murderer. He also said he had to work at a midnight movie theater later, and if we delayed any longer, it would be too late."

"Part-time job? Detective?"

Miwako frowned slightly: "Let's go take a look."

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The two arrived at the scene of the crime, which was the living room of Michiko Uemori's house.

Michiko Uemori is a French cuisine chef. She runs a family restaurant at home and teaches cooking techniques to wealthy women and young ladies.

So the spacious living room was transformed into a French kitchen layout, with several countertops scattered throughout the room and unfinished ingredients still on the cutting boards.