Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Ran suddenly clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Great, Mr. Amuro, please bring me three servings of milk."

Kogoro Mouri: "I'm not drinking. I drank a lot of beer earlier and haven't digested it yet. I came out for a smoke and some fresh air, and also to use the restroom."

Uncle Mori and Conan were resting in a room.

Unlike the hotel where Mrs. Kudo stayed, the Wataya Hotel didn't have a balcony with a terrace, so if you wanted to smoke, you could only do so in your room.

Uncle Mori probably came out of the room specifically to avoid Conan inhaling secondhand smoke.

However, Wen Shui knew very well that it wasn't that Kogoro Mouri cared so much about Conan's health, but rather that Ran had repeatedly warned her father not to smoke in front of Conan. After all, he was receiving child support, and Ran had forbidden him from doing anything that was bad for the child, including watching explicit content at home.

Over time, Uncle Mori has become accustomed to it.

Amuro Tooru smiled and said, "Of course, no problem. Is it for Sonoko and Conan?"

Xiao Lan nodded gently.

"Then I'll just take them to their room later," Amuro Tooru said, turning and walking towards the kitchen.

Uncle Maori yawned: "Alright, you guys should go to bed early too. We're going out to sea to fish tomorrow. I'm going out for a smoke and I'll be right back."

Wen Shui suddenly noticed that the jar of ointment on the table was missing: "Wait a minute, Uncle Maoli, have you seen that jar of ointment on the table?"

"What ointment?" Kogoro Mouri asked, clutching his stomach.

Xiaolan walked over with an unfriendly expression and grabbed her father's arm: "Dad, stealing other people's things is not a good habit."

Uncle Mori was indeed holding that bottle of ointment in his hand.

Kogoro Mouri blushed slightly: "I'm doing this for your own good. This thing is very powerful. You're all young and energetic, so I'll keep this dangerous thing safe for you."

Xiaolan blushed and stomped her foot: "Dad! What nonsense are you talking about?"

Wen Shui added, "That's right, Uncle. Xiao Lan and I have a very pure and sincere friendship."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Shui noticed that Xiao Lan's shoulders trembled slightly, and her expression looked somewhat unnatural.

Oh no, it seems I accidentally said something that will hurt Xiaolan's feelings. Wen Shui felt a little regretful.

However, Kogoro Mouri didn't notice this little detail. Uncle Mouri was still holding onto the bottle of ointment, watching the warm water warily, as if he was worried that the cabbage in the house would be stolen.

Warm Water: "How about this? I said before that I would give everyone a gift, so let's consider this a gift for Uncle Mori."

Kogoro Mouri's expression immediately changed, and he glared at him, saying, "You little brat, you actually think you can fool me with this?"

Wen Shui shrugged: "It's you who insisted on keeping it, Uncle, and I think you're more suited to this thing than I am."

Uncle Mori reluctantly handed the ointment back to Warm Water, but didn't forget to warn, "Let me tell you, if you dare to do anything outrageous to Ran, I will absolutely not let you off the hook."

"Dad, I'm really angry if you keep talking nonsense!"

Xiao Lan's cheeks turned red, and she punched Uncle Mori away with a flurry of small fists.

Only Wen Shui and Xiao Lan remained in the hotel lobby. Their eyes met, and Xiao Lan immediately looked away, shyly staring at the crack in the floor.

"I'm going back to my room now. You should get some rest too."

Wen Shui: "Wait, I need to go back to sleep too."

The two walked one after the other up the wooden stairs of the hotel to the second-floor corridor and arrived at Xiaolan's room.

Xiaolan suddenly asked, "By the way, you..."

“Mr. Amuro and I are innocent, please don’t misunderstand,” Wen Shui explained, then, worried that Xiao Lan wouldn’t believe her, she added, “My sexual orientation is also normal, you should know that very well.”

Xiaolan glared at him: "That's not what I'm asking. I'm asking if you're going fishing with us tomorrow, or if you're going to investigate the murderer."

"Ah, so that's what you're asking about." Wen Shui clicked her tongue in surprise. "Let's go fishing with you guys during the day. The murderer probably won't be out killing people during the day."

Xiao Lan nodded, then reached out her fair little hand and pinched the soft flesh of Wen Shui's arm, smiling with narrowed eyes:

"By the way, could you please explain why I know so much about your sexual orientation?"

Wen Shui winced in pain: "Be gentle, didn't you see everything in the warehouse last time?"

These words seemed to touch a nerve with Xiaolan, causing her to panic and loosen her grip considerably.

Rubbing her arm, Wen Shui complained, "You should be more careful. What if you hurt it?"

"Hmph, are you that fragile?" Xiaolan pouted, then turned around and grabbed the doorknob.

Although Xiaolan seemed no different from usual, Wenshui felt that her series of reactions just now were a bit of an act, as if she was deliberately trying to make the atmosphere between the two of them resemble the bickering couple they had just met.

Could it be that his words just now upset Xiaolan?

The words "the truest friendship" would have been perfectly fine to say a month ago.

But Wen Shui and Xiao Lan had already had that kind of contact in the warehouse before.

The relationship between the two can no longer be fully described as friendship. Although it has not yet reached the level of lovers, it is definitely not something that can be described as ordinary friends.

Wen Shui felt that Xiao Lan thought the same way.

Moreover, Xiaolan is much more perceptive than him. If this matter isn't explained clearly, she'll probably have to force a smile for several more days.

Wen Shui took a deep breath and held Xiao Lan in her mouth: "Wait a minute, Xiao Lan."

Xiaolan turned around, her cheeks still flushed, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Help me get these," Wen Shui said, handing the glass of milk and the jar of ointment to Xiao Lan.

Xiaolan raised her hands in the air and asked curiously, "Huh, could it be that we've discovered a clue to the murder case?"

Wen Shui gently shook her head and said softly, "Do you still remember the contract ceremony of the Lily of the Valley Detective Club?"

Xiaolan nodded gently, her thoughts immediately drifting back to that unusual evening when she walked out of the art museum.

Wen Shui continued, "We haven't been able to properly participate in the detective group's activities lately."

"Yes, I've been a bit busy lately." Xiaolan's expression darkened.

Recently, the karate club's practice has returned to normal, and Ran has been spending much less time in the literature club, let alone investigating cases together.

"I feel like I'm running out of energy lately." Wen Shui suddenly reached out and gently smoothed the collar of Xiao Lan's yukata. "How about we do another contract ritual to replenish my energy?"

"Huh? A contract ceremony?!" Xiaolan's eyes widened in surprise.

Thinking of the contractual agreement, Xiaolan instinctively tried to break free from Wen Shui's control.

However, Wen Shui reacted even faster, immediately wrapping her arms around Xiao Lan's slender neck: "Don't move around, or you'll wake up the others if you drop what you're holding."

Xiaolan's face was filled with disbelief: "You...you've gone too far! You actually used such methods..."

"Didn't you tie me up in the warehouse last time too?" Wen Shui chuckled nonchalantly.

Because compared to Xiaolan's punishment, Wenshui was actually much gentler.

Warm water gently caressed Xiaolan's slender nape with his hand. Her snow-white and delicate skin felt like silk, while the long black hair that brushed against the back of his hand provided a different kind of touch.

Because they were so close, the scent of Xiaolan after her shower kept wafting into the warm water and into her nose.

There's also a sweet and delicious milky aroma mixed in.

The milky aroma mostly emanated from the milk cup in Xiaolan's hand, and part of it might also be due to Xiaolan's body temperature rising and her heart rate increasing.

It surged up along that steep, snow-covered mountain ravine.

Actually, if you really want to be serious, the threat of warm water isn't very intimidating. If Xiaolan wants to resist, there are several ways to break free from the confinement of warm water.

But it's unclear whether Xiaolan didn't resist because she noticed Wen Shui wasn't doing anything further, or because she remembered what happened at the warehouse last time.

In short, Xiaolan looked like she was being punished by the teacher, holding a milk cup and a glass bottle of ointment in both hands, biting her lip and staring at the warm water.

The blush on the girl's cheeks had already spread to her toes.

A mist had already formed in those sparkling eyes.

Each time warm water was gently stroked across the back of her neck, Xiaolan's breathing would become more rapid, and she would subconsciously arch her back forward.

The neckline of the bathrobe, which had just been smoothed out by the warm water, was once again disheveled by the plump, fleshy mass of flesh.

The two remained in this position for about a minute.

Wen Shui felt that was enough. If this continued, he was really afraid that Xiao Lan would suddenly freeze and stare at the ceiling, which would be difficult to handle.

However, Wen Shui just pulled his hand out from behind Xiao Lan.

Suddenly, Uncle Mori's voice came from the stairwell:

"Didn't I tell you I'm out of town right now? You can just hire any detective to find the cat..."

What?! You're saying I have the best cat-finding skills in the entire Beika Town?!

Upon hearing her father's voice, Xiaolan panicked like a child caught doing something wrong, and could barely hold onto her milk cup.

Her slender, snow-white arms trembled in her panic, spilling some milk from the cup.

It fell onto Xiaolan's fair and soft instep, and quickly flowed down between her toes into her wooden clogs.

Wen Shui reacted quickly, covering Xiao Lan's mouth and then grabbing the doorknob behind her.

click

After the door was opened, the two of them slipped into the room before Uncle Mori could reach the second floor.

After the door closed, Xiaolan and Wenshui both breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the door, Uncle Mori chatted with the client who wanted to find a cat for a few minutes before hanging up the phone: "Seriously, he said other detectives either don't take his cases or do a half-hearted job after taking them. Am I some kind of detective who only finds cats?"

Uncle Mori's tone revealed strong dissatisfaction as he walked towards his room.

After Wen Shui and Xiao Lan entered the room, they stood at the door, not daring to move, because they felt a little guilty.

Xiaolan was still holding the milk cup, looking a little silly and cute. She lowered her voice and said:

"Why are you so skilled at this?"

Wen Shui rolled her eyes at him: "You should say thank you at a time like this. Without me, Uncle Mori would definitely have misunderstood you just now."

"But if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have become like this," Xiaolan said through gritted teeth.

"That was to increase the friendship among the Lily of the Valley Detectives. Have you forgotten that you set this rule yourself?" Wen Shui said.

Although Ran was afraid of being discovered by her father outside the door, she couldn't help but explain in a low voice, "I mean, Sonoko and I can do that kind of thing. You're a boy, Numizu-kun!"

At that moment, the footsteps outside the door grew closer and closer.

Wen Shui and Xiao Lan held their breath and stared at the doorknob, both feeling a little nervous.