Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"I am Bourbon. Tell your superior that I want this person..." Amuro Tooru's words were interrupted by Vermouth before he could finish.

"You disturbed my sleep, I'll deduct 10 from your pay."

Vermouth's tone was cold, but she showed no murderous intent.

Amuro Tooru felt the woman's voice on the other end of the phone sounded familiar. He thought about it carefully for a moment, then a look of shock appeared on his face:

"Huh, you... how come it's you?"

Vermouth chuckled, "Hey Bourbon, your news is way too slow. The matter of Wen Shui and Shu was already decided this afternoon."

Amuro Tooru opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

However, when he looked at the warm water again, his eyes were filled with surprise.

Unexpectedly, this kid actually brought out a troublesome guy that he couldn't deal with. Thinking about the boast he had just made, Amuro Tooru suddenly felt his cheeks getting hot.

Fortunately, it was nighttime, so while Amuro Tooru's skin tone couldn't blend into the darkness like Hattori Heiji's, his blushing was still hard to spot.

Amuro cleared his throat and turned to look at the end of the street: "I was busy with my part-time job this afternoon and didn't have time to check the forum."

Wen Shui raised an eyebrow. It seemed that the Black Organization usually used forums to transmit information.

"If there's nothing else, I'm going to sleep." Vermouth yawned lazily. "Oh, and don't scare little brother Wen Shui. I have a big use for him."

"understood."

Amuro Tooru was about to hang up the phone.

Suddenly, Wen Shui seemed hesitant, her expression troubled. Could it be that Wen Shui and Shu didn't actually want to become Vermouth's subordinates, and their previous refusal was out of fear of offending her?

Just as Amuro Tooru was about to speak, Wen Shui suddenly interrupted, "Can we not deduct my 5?"

Amuro Tooru looked annoyed.

So, the guy's troubled expression was actually because he was worried about having his wages docked?

Indeed, a person's personality is greatly influenced by their upbringing. Kazuki Nukumizu, who had been in debt since childhood, had a desire for money that far exceeded Amuro Tooru's imagination.

Could we consider using money to bribe Wenshui and Shu?

Amuro Tooru couldn't help but ponder it.

However, the fact that Wen Shui dared to speak to Vermouth in this way proves that he is not simply controlled by Vermouth, and the relationship between the two may be more complicated than imagined.

This kid's something else. He just broke up with Sherry, a researcher with a special status in the organization, and now he's found Vermouth, who's even more of a headache for most of the organization's members and acts with impunity within the Black Organization.

Does he have a knack for dealing with women?

Amuro Tooru couldn't help but start thinking.

Vermouth on the other end of the phone was also a little surprised by the question about warm water. After a few seconds of silence, she smiled wryly and said, "Is your life really that bad?"

"Of course, I can't even bear to add meat to my ramen, and I buy large bottles of cola to drink in several servings." Wen Shui sighed.

Vermouth: "I'll transfer you 5 in funding first."

Warm Water: "Praise be to Lady Vermouth!"

Amuro Tooru's lips twitched, thinking to himself, "Is this how Numizu gained Vermouth's trust?"

Surely not. Amuro Tooru knows Vermouth's ruthless nature very well. Does that mean older women are easily fooled by the sweet words of younger men?

After hanging up the phone, Wen Shui and Amuro Tooru exchanged a glance.

Amuro Tooru spoke first, smiling as he said, "I didn't expect you to be with Vermouth. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll probably be seeing each other quite often from now on."

Wen Shui nodded and gave a slight compliment: "I really didn't expect that Mr. Amuro, who has such excellent cooking skills, would have this other identity."

"Don't call me Mr. Amuro anymore. I have a good relationship with your superior, so there's no need for us to be so formal," Amuro Tooru said.

Wen Shui nodded: "Then shall I call you Touzi?"

Amuro Tooru's expression changed slightly: "There's no need to be so intimate."

“Let’s call him Amuro then,” Wen Shui said. “We should head back now; we’ve pretty much finished investigating the site.”

"Oh, by the way, I'm planning to open a detective agency in Beika Town in a while. You can come and support me if you have the chance," Amuro Tooru said.

Wen Shui looked puzzled: "Is there a special mission?"

Amuro Tooru smiled mysteriously: "I guess so, but I also take on some ordinary missions. If Wen Shui is interested, you can come and help out. I will reward you with 1.5 times the market price."

1.5 times the market price?

If I'm not mistaken, the extra 0.5 probably came from the Black Organization.

But why did Amuro Tooru need his help? He could have just asked any subordinate to do it, or simply taken on fewer requests.

Unbeknownst to Wen Shui, Amuro Tooru was actually trying to use this method to build a good relationship with him and gradually infiltrate him.

Of course, Amuro Tooru was unaware that, because Nuku was a time traveler, she had absolutely no goodwill towards the organization behind Amuro Tooru and would never join it.

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Half an hour later, the Metropolitan Police Department completed its on-site investigation.

Because the deceased, Michiko Uemori, died in the hospital, the police had to make another trip to the hospital.

Watching the cars heading to the hospital disappear from sight, Sato Miwako patted Onami's shoulder: "Hey, why were you so decisive this time? That was way too fast!"

"I haven't eaten dinner yet. If this drags on any longer, there'll probably be another corpse here." Wen Shui shrugged. "Does Officer Sato not like things to be fast?"

Miwako glared at him: "If you talk nonsense again, I'll make sure you never get fast again."

Wen Shui gasped, "You know that kind of magic? Please, please give me more!"

Sato Miwako threw a punch, but Wenshui dodged out of her attack range.

Although she said she hated it, Sato Miwako was actually very satisfied. It had been a long time since she had felt this exhilarated in solving a case. The last time was when Mr. Mori was doing a deduction not long ago.

Speaking of being carefree.

Miwako suddenly remembered the exhilarating feeling of speeding that night, and her heart began to stir again.

Of course, she didn't want to be held by the warm water's thighs; she just wanted to speed. Besides, after venting her negative emotions last time, her mind had become much clearer.

From a scientific perspective, appropriate exercise to release stress can help improve work efficiency.

Thinking of this, Sato Miwako turned and called out into the yard:

"Takagi, Takagi..."

Takagi Wataru quickly ran over from the room: "Sato-senpai, what's wrong?"

Miwako Sato: "You'll be fine handling the aftermath by yourself, right?"

“I don’t have any problems.” Takagi Wataru seemed to have guessed something. “But Sato-senpai, didn’t you say this afternoon that you needed to finish this month’s reports by tonight?”

Miwako looked helpless, like an office worker who had no choice but to attend a social event. She shrugged and said, "I can't help it. After all, it was that kid Wenshui who helped solve the case, so I have to treat him to a bowl of ramen."

Takagi Wataru looked bitter.

So he still couldn't do it? If he had found the murderer earlier, Officer Sato would probably have bought him a late-night snack.

Takagi Wataru fantasized about the two of them eating lunch together in the office, then glanced at Wen Shui standing by the roadside.

A strong feeling of helplessness welled up inside me.

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After arranging the follow-up matters, Sato Miwako walked over to Wenshui and said, "Thanks, I really appreciate it this time."

Wen Shui: "It's okay, could you add an extra portion of meat to today's ramen?"

Miwako rolled her eyes at him: "You're such a glutton! Alright, alright, what do you want to eat? It's on me today. Barbecue and Chinese food are fine too."

Chinese cuisine?

Wen Shui's eyes lit up, and she also felt a little nostalgic for the time in her past life when she would work overtime until midnight, come home, and eat boiled dumplings while watching TV series.

"Let's have dumplings then," Wen Shui suggested.

However, he remembered that the dumplings here seemed to be different from those in his hometown. Never mind, he'd eat first.

Sato Miwako smiled, her eyes narrowing, "Alright, but before we eat, would you like to come somewhere with me?"

"Hey!" Wen Shui exclaimed dramatically, "I'm starving!"

"I have some leftover snacks from lunch in my car. Why don't you have some to eat first?"

Afterwards, Sato Miwako drove with Onami and drove the mountain road again. During the process, Onami naturally placed her hand on her long, shapely thighs, infusing strength from her companion.

Incidentally, Wen Shui didn't get to eat dumplings in the end.

Having just come down from the mountain, Sato Miwako received a notification that a violent group was causing trouble in Shinjuku, and she went there to maintain order.

When Sato Miwako left, she simply gave her a hug and brushed the matter off.

Wen Shui was actually a little unwilling, but Sato Miwako's excess fat seemed to have a magical power to make people give in willingly.

After she pressed herself against him, she secretly blew air into Wen Shui's ear.

Warm water quickly found itself unable to refuse.

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The next day, in the morning.

In the classroom of Class 2B, Ms. Hiratsuka leads the class in reading the text aloud, marking important points for everyone to pay attention to.

However, many of the boys in the classroom seemed rather listless today.

This is because the news that Ai Haibara has temporarily left for a foreign country was officially announced today.

Ran and Sonoko were also downcast after hearing the news. Mainly because Ai Haibara couldn't greet Ran and Sonoko.

Instead of going to sleep, Suzuki Sonoko kept flipping through a light novel. Numizu remembered that this book was introduced to Sonoko by Haibara Ai.

Ran was in a similar situation, using a book to shield her phone as she looked through photos of herself and Ai Haibara.

Haibara Ai's explanation for requesting a long leave is that her family has some health problems, and she has to go abroad to take care of them. She may return after a while, or she may never return.

Only Wen Shui knew that this was the Black Organization's way of handling the aftermath.

After all, if Ai Haibara, a living person, were to disappear into thin air, a police investigation might actually involve the Black Organization's network of connections.

That's why the organization came up with this plan to allow Ai Haibara to leave Teitan in a reasonable way.