Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

As for the cost of a trip to a hot spring.

Kogoro Mouri had already figured out a solution on the way: he could take his family on a fun-filled vacation without spending a single penny.

After returning home, Xiaolan gave everyone towels to wipe the rainwater off their hair.

However, Conan was somewhat annoyed by her actions of helping Wen Shui hang up her clothes and pour her tea.

"Sister Ran, I'm thirsty too," Conan began to whine.

"There's juice in the fridge, help yourself." Xiaolan had already tied on her apron and was preparing to start making dinner.

Wen Shui patted Conan's head and smiled, "By the way, get me a bottle too."

Conan, enraged, stood up from the sofa, ran to the refrigerator, and grabbed two cans of juice.

Then I sat in the living room and watched TV with Uncle Mori.

Before long, Xiaolan brought out a sumptuous dinner, with soup, meat, and Wenshui's favorite Mapo Tofu.

With the snacks Kogoro Mouri bought at the izakaya, Onami was quite satisfied with the meal.

Most importantly, it made the warm water feel like home.

Halfway through the meal, Xiaolan suddenly looked out the window: "The rain is getting heavier."

Wen Shui raised an eyebrow.

He felt that bringing up Xiaolan was a bit abrupt, and he had a bad feeling about it.

Conan then interjected, "I heard there's an approaching storm, and the rain is expected to last until noon tomorrow."

"Huh? That's a long time!" Xiaolan exclaimed in surprise. "It's hard to get a taxi at a time like this. If all else fails, Wen Shui-jun, why don't you stay here tonight?"

"what?"

"How can that be?"

Kogoro Mouri and Conan slammed their fists on the table and stood up in unison.

The beer glass on the table tipped over, and the beer inside spilled down the edge of the low table, dripping onto Kogoro Mouri's trousers.

"Dad, why are you making such a fuss?" Ran frowned and quickly handed a tissue to Kogoro Mouri.

Wen Shui shook her head: "Well... I didn't bring anything with me, so it's not convenient for me to stay here. Let's wait until the rain subsides a bit..."

"As for toiletries, we still have disposable ones from the last trip. Dad has extra clothes. You can stay in the room Mom used to stay in."

Xiaolan shut down all of Wenshui's excuses in one breath.

Wen Shui also saw Xiao Lan wink at him secretly, as if conveying some kind of secret signal.

What's going on? Do they want him to fulfill the promise they made at the beach?

"This won't do," Wen Shui thought to herself, "Gorgeous look on Uncle Mori's face, combined with Detective Conan's intellect. It's way too difficult to accomplish this."

But he didn't know that Xiaolan was actually trying to convey to Wenshui, "You made an excuse to escape this afternoon, but you can't escape this time, right?"

After several refusals, Wen Shui finally agreed to stay.

Yes, I'll stay at Xiaolan's house.

This sounds quite exciting at first glance.

But upon closer reflection, with the ever-watchful Kogoro Mouri and Conan around, it seems unlikely they can cause much trouble.

After dinner, Xiaolan had already boiled water and came over to Wenshui, saying, "My dad is drunk, and I'm afraid he'll slip and fall in the bathtub. Let him sober up first. Wenshui, why don't you take a bath first?"

Generally speaking, the male head of the household, who holds the highest status in the family, is the first to enjoy the right to take a bath in the bathtub.

Although everyone washes themselves before getting into the bathtub, the first person to enter the bathtub will definitely enjoy the best water quality and temperature.

Feeling like an outsider, Wen Shui politely said, "I'm so sorry, Xiao Lan, why don't you go ahead and have a drink?"

Xiaolan narrowed her eyes, revealing a detective queen-like expression: "Hmm? Could it be that Wen Shui-jun also has a thing for girls' bathwater...?"

“Absolutely not!” Wen Shui quickly interrupted Xiao Lan.

Xiaolan suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, go ahead, I've already prepared everything."

Wen Shui stood up from the tatami mat in the living room, intending to walk towards the bathroom.

Xiao Lan suddenly whispered, "By the way, do you want me to scrub your back later?"

The lukewarm water was startled.

He wondered what was wrong with this woman today, asking him to stay overnight and offering to scrub his back. Had he accidentally touched something while pinching her hand earlier?

"This...isn't that a bit inappropriate? I can do it myself." Wen Shui looked troubled.

"Oh, I see. Dad said Conan's back-rubbing technique is pretty good. I was planning to let you try it out," Ran said with a regretful look.

Warm Water: "Huh? It's Conan?"

Xiaolan tilted her head: "Otherwise, if my dad is drunk, is there anyone else in the house who can scrub Wen Shuijun's back?"

Wen Shui was speechless.

Xiao Lan wore a mischievous smile, clearly another prank on him for standing her up that afternoon. However, this side of Xiao Lan also made Wen Shui feel a sense of warmth.

She is no longer the little tagalong from the cartoon who only cooks and cleans for others. At this moment, Xiaolan exudes the youthful charm that a girl of her age should have, which is captivating.

Although Wen Shui didn't make any requests, Conan still followed her into the bathroom wrapped in a towel not long after she entered.

"Ran asked you to scrub my back," Conan said bluntly, his face grumpy.

Warm water: "..."

Everyone seems to be acting strangely today, and it feels like they're targeting him.

However, he still had a way of dealing with Conan's lukewarm water. He simply turned off the shower head, didn't even wrap himself in a towel, and walked straight out: "By the way, Ran said earlier that she wanted Uncle to help me scrub my back. I wonder if Uncle is awake yet."

"I... I'll just rub your back for you," Conan quickly stopped Wen Shui.

He didn't want Xiaolan to see things she shouldn't see.

and……

Conan glanced at it briefly and realized that even before his body shrank, he seemed unable to resist the warm water.

Wen Shui sat on a small stool in the bathroom, enjoying Conan's back-rubbing service.

"That's too weak. Does Uncle Mori usually use this much force?" Wen Shui couldn't help but say.

Conan rolled his eyes: "Okay, is that alright, Wen Shui-nii?"

"Put a little more effort in..."

Just then, Ran's voice came from outside the door. She had clearly overheard Wenshui and Conan's conversation: "Wenshui-kun, if Conan can't handle it, maybe I should..."

"Ran-neechan, I can do it!" Conan shouted immediately, then began scrubbing his back with all his might.

"Shall I bring you the self-scrubbing back device that Dad bought before?" Xiaolan finished the sentence.

Conan stopped what he was doing and stared speechlessly at the bathroom door.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "No need. I just want to get to know Conan a little better. It'll be over soon."

"Oh, then you can continue."

Xiaolan's footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

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After coming out of the bathroom, Wen Shui went to the guest room where he would be staying that night, which was the same room that Eri Kisaki had stayed in before.

The place has remained largely unchanged, with Eri Kisaki's portraits hanging on the walls.

Looking at her face, which was very similar to Xiao Lan's but with a sharper edge, Wen Shui felt a little uneasy and wondered if she would be able to sleep tonight.

In the room, Xiaolan had already made up the bedding for him and thoughtfully placed the scented candles she bought by the sea in Izu on the bedside table.

The level of thoughtfulness is off the charts.

However, what made Wen Shui a little unsure was that Xiao Lan was so proactive in asking him to stay. Did she really want him to fulfill the promise he made in Izu?

This situation will definitely be discovered, right?

Lying in bed, Wen Shui tossed and turned, troubled by this thought and the photo of Eri Kisaki staring directly at him on the wall.

Besides confusion, I also felt a bit of anticipation and excitement.

Suddenly, there was a slight rattling sound from the door lock.

A furtive figure walked in.

Chapter 124 Xiao Lan Becomes a Late-Night Snack Delivered to Your Door

While Wen Shui was being attacked by strangers at night.

Mihana Metropolitan Police Department.

The dimly lit interrogation room, with its doors and windows tightly shut, was filled with smoke.

Several stern-looking detectives, cigarettes dangling from their lips, stood around an interrogation table the size of a small school desk, looking impatiently at the prisoner sitting at it.

Finally, the bald man couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly slammed his hand on the interrogation table:

"Speak up, kid. This isn't your first time here. Don't think you're leaving easily without giving me something to say."

Detective Shiratori also urged, "Chiba, you should just confess. Don't worry, we'll keep it a secret."

Although the others in the interrogation room remained silent, their sharp gazes were fixed on the prisoner, as if he harbored a secret that everyone was very concerned about.

Meanwhile, Detective Chiba, sitting in the prisoner's seat, looked troubled.

"But I really don't know..."

"Chiba, ever since you crashed Miwako's car, you two have been working together on missions." The bald detective lowered his body, striking a menacing pose.

Officer Shiratori slowly said, "Miwako had already planned to take the holiday this weekend, but shortly after you hit her car, she became unusually excited, as if she had won the lottery."

Officer Shiratori also rested his hands on the small table, staring intently into Detective Chiba's eyes: "It's really hard for us to believe that you don't know about this."

Detective Chiba was inwardly groaning.

He was supposed to be on night shift to keep watch on the Yakuza members, but before he could go, another colleague beat him to it, saying that Shiratori and the others wanted to talk to him about something.