Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

She regretted it as soon as she got on the bus.

Can Chiba really handle this all by himself?

Miwako Sato took a strong mint from the glove box and popped it into her mouth. She doesn't smoke, and usually relies on this and coffee to stay awake when working overtime.

The cool sensation of the mint spreads from the tip of the tongue, gradually reaching the entire mouth, until you can feel the cool breeze coming out of your nasal cavity with every breath.

Her tired face finally regained some energy.

I was too impatient.

Perhaps because of the continuous overtime and late nights she had been working, her emotions were somewhat unstable. As soon as she heard about the Shinjuku biker gang's hideout, she became eager for quick success and instant benefits.

In fact, Inspector Megure often told her that she should stay calm, especially in critical moments, and not let her emotions control her.

But when things actually happen, it's still hard for humans to ignore the impact of emotions on themselves.

However, judging from Chiba's energetic appearance, even someone with Chiba's good personality would feel embarrassed to go back now.

Sato Miwako hesitated for a moment, then called Shiratori, but he said it would take at least a few more hours to finish.

Sato Miwako frowned slightly, rhythmically tapping the square plate with her slender, white fingertips.

If only Shinichi Kudo were here.

Although Sato Miwako usually disliked that arrogant kid, feeling that his behavior would bring shame to the Metropolitan Police Department and make them, the grassroots police officers who worked hard to find clues, look like stupid idiots.

However, it must be said that his reasoning skills are still commendable, and he has helped the Metropolitan Police Department solve many bizarre cases.

"If only Shinichi Kudo were here," said the rookie police officer behind him.

Sato Miwako turned around and glared at him: "How can you say such a thing? If we rely on that detective kid for everything, what's the point of our existence?"

The young officer looked completely innocent: "But that's what's written all over your face, sir."

The other person nodded in agreement.

These two officers had just graduated this year and had been with the Metropolitan Police Department for less than six months. They were personally trained by Miwako Sato, so they were quite relaxed when talking in private.

"Stop babbling!" Miwako blushed and said sternly, "Hurry up and look at the map. If those biker gang members with modified cars get away, I'll have Inspector Megure transfer you to the countryside for patrol."

The two shrank back and quickly took out a map of Shinjuku.

Miwako Sato started the car and drove out of the art museum's parking lot.

Then she discovered that news of the murder had indeed spread, and quite a few people had come to see the spectacle of the medieval armored murder.

There were many cars stuck in traffic on the road in front of the parking lot, so it was impossible to get out for a while.

"This is bad. Should I go down and give some instructions?" A police officer behind him put his hand on the car door, preparing to get out of the car.

"Wait a minute." Miwako stopped the other person, then suddenly smiled: "Great, now I have a solution."

"Huh? What did you say, senior?"

Instead of answering, Sato Miwako dialed her best friend Miyamoto Yumi's number: "Yumi, are you on duty?"

"Yeah, I've been really busy today, so we won't be able to have dinner together tonight," Yumi Miyamoto sighed on the other end of the phone.

"I didn't invite you to dinner. I just wanted to ask if Miaozi is on duty today?"

"Yes, right next to me."

“Great! Could you come to the Beika Library right now? The traffic here is absolutely terrible.” Sato Miwako paused. “Also, could you ask her to do me a small favor? I’ve run into a troublesome case…”

After a while, Sato Miwako hung up the phone with a smug smile on her face.

"Officer Sato, isn't Naeko Miike from the Traffic Enforcement Division? How could she possibly help in solving the case?" the young officer behind him asked疑惑地.

"You idiots, don't underestimate the potential a man can unleash in front of a woman he likes," Sato Miwako said smugly.

"male?"

"The person you like? Could it be Officer Chiba...?"

Sato Miwako then realized that she had let something slip.

She quickly switched to the mode she used when trading intelligence with the Yakuza, and said in a chilling tone, "If I find out even the slightest bit of information has leaked out, you should know the consequences, right?"

The two people in the back seat nodded frantically, like chicks pecking at rice.

Although they had only been with the Metropolitan Police Department for six months, they had already come to a deep understanding of how formidable this highly motivated police inspector was.

Besides being a workaholic, driving recklessly fast, and daring to fight a group of knife-wielding thugs unarmed, there are other attributes to him as well.

She was even known as the "Flower of the Metropolitan Police Department," and her popularity within the entire Metropolitan Police Department was far beyond what the two new recruits could afford to offend.

However, this senior colleague Sato also took good care of her subordinates. When they first joined the company, they didn't know anything and caused a lot of trouble, and she helped them take the blame.

So the two of them were actually very grateful to this senior.

Miwako Sato has completed her daily mentoring session with her juniors.

With a sudden slam on the gas, the red Mazda sped through the gaps in the passing traffic, followed by a chorus of disgruntled horns from behind.

Miwako didn't look back and drove straight towards Shinjuku.

The two rookie officers exchanged a glance.

He continued to look down at the Shinjuku ward map that he had already memorized by heart.

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Let's turn back time a little.

While Sato Miwako and Detective Chiba went outside to discuss the case, Nukumizu found an opportunity to re-enter the crime scene.

He had just taken a moment to check the staff changing room and saw that Kubota had placed a blood-stained suit of armor in his locker.

Everything is going in the same direction as the original Conan storyline.

After thinking about it for a moment, Wen Shui still felt that Kubota, who took the initiative to get close to them, was the most suspicious.

Although Kubota's motives for attacking Suzuki Sonoko are still unknown.

So he decided to test the waters first.

Logical reasoning is something that Sherlock Holmes and Conan excel at. He's currently using Uncle Mori's template and following the path of a martial arts detective.

When in doubt, just randomly point to a murderer to lighten the mood.

Moreover, the ability to intuitively sense something is amiss is an essential skill for detectives.

So Wen Shui naturally walked to the corpse's side, and then looked with great curiosity at the crumpled paper in the corpse's hand:

"Oh dear..."

Wait, I've wandered onto the wrong set.

Wen Shui cleared his throat and took the crumpled paper from the deceased's hand with a serious expression: "Officer, I already know who the murderer is."

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes were immediately drawn to him.

This naturally includes "Detective Ran Mouri," who is currently reminiscing about her childhood with Sonoko Suzuki to alleviate her inner fears.

Because neither Officer Chiba nor Miwako Sato, the two leaders, were present.

The police officers investigating at the scene stared at each other blankly.

The first to speak was the forensic officer in charge of fingerprint collection and autopsies: "Kid, where did you get that crumpled piece of paper? You didn't write it yourself, did you?"

"It was in the deceased's hand. You can check the surveillance footage to see I'm not making this up," Wen Shui explained.

He was actually a little curious, because in the original Conan series, the police only discovered the note in the victim's hand after completing the on-site investigation and reviewing the surveillance footage.

Generally speaking, this situation is unlikely to occur in reality.

Wen Shui recalled that in the relatively rigorous crime dramas she had watched, every item on the deceased's body was carefully examined.

In one episode of Benedict Cumberbatch, the deceased's identity is determined by the wear and tear on the ring on the victim's hand.

The forensic officer turned to a young officer and said, "How many times have I told you? The inspection must be thorough. Go back and write a report."

"I'm sorry," the newcomer said, bowing his head in apology.

Warm water remained silent for a moment.

However, this explanation is somewhat reasonable. After all, it's understandable for a newcomer to make a mistake in front of such a gruesome corpse.

Didn't you see that "Detective Ran Mouri" and "Queen of Deduction Sonoko" next to you have started to suppress their inner fears by recalling the time they stole cake when they were young?

Just then, a squad leader who looked to be somewhat experienced and was wearing a Metropolitan Police Department uniform walked over.

The team leader, somewhat skeptical, took the note from the forensic officer: "Kubota? Is there anyone here with that name?"

Kubota, who was in the crowd, was startled: "I, my name is Kubota."

"Your name is written here." The team leader walked up to Kubota and said coldly, "Where were you at the time of the murder? Were there any witnesses with you?"

Kubota's eyes widened: "How could it be me? I was helping Officer Chiba maintain order at the scene when that lady was attacked by the thugs."

“That’s not right, I remember you arrived later.” Wen Shui suddenly interjected.

He carefully observed Kubota's expression, trying to discern any clues.

"That's because I was in the warehouse handling the tasks the curator assigned me before that, packing the replica armor into boxes, which is why I arrived last." Kubota looked at the curator.

The curator nodded: "That's true."

"So, you didn't have an alibi during that period?" the team leader asked in an unfriendly tone.

Kubota retreated repeatedly, trying to explain, "No, that's not right! How did I become a murderer? Someone must have framed me!"

The squad leader, with a businesslike expression, said, "There is indeed a possibility that we framed someone, but we will investigate thoroughly. Now, please cooperate with us and come back to the station."

Wen Shui frowned slightly, although Kubota's face was full of fear and confusion.

However, the other party is probably still only shocked by his sudden transformation into a murderer and has not revealed the flaws he wants to see.

Wen Shui felt there was no point in dragging it out, so she simply offered her trump card: "I think we can search the suspect's belongings; we might find some clues."

The team leader gave Wen Shui a deep look, then turned to his partner and said, "Go check and get the things. Also, go see why Officer Chiba hasn't returned yet."

Soon, two police officers returned carrying a sack together.

Inside the sack was a piece of blood-stained armor.