Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"You're quite cautious," Wen Shui said.

Ran laughed smugly and patted her chest: "Of course, don't underestimate me. I'm the daughter of the famous detective Kogoro Mouri."

Her slap had a significant effect.

Xiaolan only wore pajamas when she went to bed at night.

Without the support of their armor, Mi-chan and Mi-orange stretched out their bodies and danced a breathtaking dance in front of the warm water.

Xiaolan's face suddenly stiffened: "Why...why are you swallowing?"

Wen Shui said calmly, "You misheard. It was my stomach that was rumbling. I guess I'm hungry."

"You pervert, didn't you eat so much rice tonight?" Xiaolan covered her body with her hands and said warily, "I... I didn't give you any midnight snacks."

"Then don't go into other boys' rooms dressed like that," Wen Shui thought to herself.

But he said, "It's okay, I'm used to it. By the way, what brings you here?"

Xiao Lan then remembered that she had taken such a big risk to find warm water for a serious reason.

She straightened her face and cleared her throat: "Sonoko cares a lot about your relationship with Shinichi's mother. She said she couldn't bear to see you go astray, so she asked me to investigate your love life."

Have we gone astray?

Wen Shui couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself.

Because Ran was using a Chinese idiom, which is quite difficult for most people in this country. It's definitely not something Suzuki Sonoko, who was fast asleep at her desk during Chinese class, could say.

You're lying, you clearly care a lot.

Wen Shui's face showed a speechless expression.

Seeing that Wen Shui didn't seem to be being interrogated at all, Xiao Lan continued, "And you actually stood me up today, I'm really angry, so if you don't tell me the truth, I'll..."

"What?" Wen Shui asked.

Xiaolan's eyes lit up: "Tell my dad about you touching my hand just now."

Wen Shui thought to herself, "This is truly a method that hurts the enemy a thousand while harming yourself eight hundred."

I don't feel any of the legacy of the famous detective Kogoro Mouri in you at all. Although Uncle Mouri doesn't really have much of a legacy either, Nuwa couldn't help but think to herself.

However, there are many things that Yukiko Kudo can't tell Ran, because that might expose his true identity.

However, lukewarm water can be used to fool people.

Wen Shui deliberately feigned a troubled expression: "Speaking of interrogation, I suddenly remembered that back in Izu, you seem to owe me a promise, right?"

Xiaolan's face immediately turned bright red.

Her small, pert buttocks, pressed against the bed, suddenly felt hot and tingly.

Ran hugged her shoulders and took a step back, retorting, "That's all in the past. We're back in Beika Town now."

Wen Shui: "So we need to make up for the previous share as well."

Xiaolan's eyes widened: "That won't do, and if we do it here, Dad and the others will definitely hear us."

"Tsk tsk, when the Metropolitan Police Department is interrogating criminals, the detectives will also provide delicious pork chop rice to get the criminals to confess."

Wen Shui teased, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Lan's long, slender legs and then over Mei Ying-chan, who was wrapped in her pajamas, before revealing a mischievous smile.

Chapter 125 Punishment: Helping Eri Kisaki give Ran a moral lesson

I'm keeping my mouth shut until you give me pork chop rice.

Xiao Lan sat at the foot of the bed, deep in thought with a furrowed brow.

She seemed to be considering what price to pay for the information from Wen Shui Kou. While Xiao Lan was thinking, her small hands, which were propped up on the bed, made two creases in the sheets, and her bare little feet also curled up gently.

She seemed to be very conflicted.

The situation suddenly became deadlocked, and Wen Shui's concentration also drifted away.

His gaze would sometimes fall on the girl's fine, long black hair, sometimes sweep over her delicate collarbone, and occasionally glance up at Eri Kisaki's selfie on the wall.

Will Ran become a sharp and capable career woman like Eri Kisaki in the future?

Wen Shui quickly dismissed the idea.

Xiaolan's gentle nature will likely lead her to become a full-time housewife, managing the household impeccably and waiting for her husband to come home from get off work, where she will be at the door to fetch his clothes.

However, apart from that, through this period of contact...

Wen Shui vaguely sensed another possible route to winning Xiao Lan's heart.

That is, if Xiaolan were provoked by the person she likes, it wouldn't be impossible for her to cut off the unfaithful man's head and go out to sea in a small boat.

During the previous chaotic encounters, Wen Shui had vaguely sensed the unstable element hidden beneath the girl's obedient and docile personality.

"What are you laughing at?" Xiao Lan suddenly interrupted Wen Shui's thoughts.

Wen Shui suddenly snapped out of her daze: "Huh? Did I laugh?"

"He laughed, and it seemed like he was staring at my mother's photo with a strange smile." Xiaolan's expression was displeased, and she seemed somewhat worried.

"You've misunderstood. I was actually admiring Aunt Yingli's dashing and heroic demeanor." Wen Shui quickly changed the subject. "By the way, have you made a decision?"

Xiaolan hesitated for a moment: "Will you tell me the truth?"

Warm water nodded.

"It still won't work. You're too cunning. Unless you agree to be interrogated by me first," Xiaolan said with a stern face.

Wen Shui thought for a moment and nodded:

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

Xiaolan pulled out a notebook from somewhere and began to imitate the mannerisms of a detective conducting an investigation in a movie: "Ahem, first tell me, when you were in Izu, where did you go that night..."

Wenshui recounted to Ran everything, except for the plot to frame Michiwaki Masahiko.

"Is that all?" Xiaolan frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied.

Warm Water: "Otherwise what?"

Xiaolan: "Okay, let's move on to the next topic, about what happened at the movie theater earlier..."

This question-and-answer session lasted for about half an hour.

At first, Xiaolan asked questions she had prepared in advance, but she couldn't find a breakthrough with Wen Shui, and unknowingly steered the conversation to a completely different, more unconventional area.

For example, Xiaolin from the next class came back from the holiday with longer eyelashes, and everyone suspected that she had plastic surgery.

Sonoko just got a haircut, did you notice this?

Wen Shui couldn't help but interrupt Xiao Lan's questioning: "Speaking of which, whether I prefer chocolate banana split or strawberry banana split, shouldn't be any of your business, Miss Kudo, right?"

Xiaolan: "Of course they're related; these are all interrogation techniques."

Wen Shui looked up at the wall clock: "I said, you've asked enough questions, haven't you? Have I been cleared of suspicion?"

A blush crept across Xiaolan's face: "Of course not, we still need to go back and analyze it carefully. But it's getting late, let's call it a day."

As she spoke, Xiaolan gently placed her kneeling legs on the floor, picked up the notebook, and headed towards the door.

Wen Shui grabbed Xiao Lan's slender wrist; the girl's pulse was beating a little fast. "Have you forgotten something?"

"Huh? You mean that..." Xiaolan yawned, "I'm sleepy, maybe next time."

The warm water was immediately startled.

He grabbed Xiaolan's wrist and pulled hard, saying, "Wait a minute!"

Perhaps because she felt guilty, Xiaolan's steps were unsteady, and she was pulled back to the bed by the warm water.

Xiaolan hugged her shoulders and trembled, looking at him with pitiful eyes that were nothing like those of a karate club captain: "W-what do you want to do?"

Wen Shui looked at Xiao Lan speechlessly.

He really didn't expect Xiaolan to choose to cheat on this matter.

Normally, Wen Shui might have let her off the hook because Xiao Lan always cooked delicious food for him.

But today is different. She woke him up late at night, dressed so scantily, and knelt in front of him for more than half an hour to interrogate him. Is she just going to leave like this?

Even if Wen Shui wanted to agree, his brother "Wen Shui Big Tree" wouldn't.

Wen Shui said with displeasure, "What do you think? You were the one who agreed to the punishment before."

Ran grabbed the warm, damp blankets and wrapped herself up like a dumpling, looking at him warily: "My dad and Conan are next door, so don't do anything rash."

"I almost forgot, Ran-chan. You don't want Uncle Mori to know about this, do you?" Wen Shui said with a mischievous smile, pinching the pale toes that were slightly sticking out of the blanket.

The soles of her feet were fair and warm, and felt as soft as freshly made tofu when pinched.

Xiao Lan was speechless for a moment, then quickly hid her feet under the covers as well.

Wen Shui clapped her hands and smiled, "Don't worry, I won't go too far. Didn't we already do it once at the beach?"

Ran immediately recalled the scene that had occurred on the ship in Izu.

Xiaolan hesitated for a moment: "Really?"

Wen Shui nodded.

"Okay then, but you can't disturb Dad and the others," Xiaolan said, untying the blankets from her body.

Actually, Xiaolan initially planned to cover her face completely, but then she suddenly realized that if she did that, all she would breathe would be the scent of Wen Shui.

Moreover, if her senses are blocked, her body's sensitivity will increase, which may lead to situations she doesn't want to see.

Xiaolan turned around and knelt at the foot of the bed with her back to the warm water.

With her hands supporting her on the bed, her fair and soft soles faced the ceiling, resting on a surface within easy reach of warm water.

The adorable folds exuded a captivating charm, making Wen Shui want to hold them in her hand and try them out.

However, he quickly focused his attention on today's main course. After all, with pork chop rice available, no diner would choose to eat a vegetable salad.

Warm Water: "It's coming."

Xiaolan gritted her teeth, her heart pounding even faster than when she participated in a karate competition.

There was silence for a moment.