Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Inside the car, Shiratori pressed his face against the screen in front of Sato Miwako's, but because the shooting distance was quite far and the clarity of the portable recording device was limited.

Therefore, Shiratori still had difficulty seeing the details of Sato Miwako's expression, unlike his companions who observed with binoculars on site.

The officer in the crab hat said, "She was dressed very sexily today, and she seemed very shy, blushing frequently."

“Yeah, I never expected Sato to spit bubbles into his lemon tea with a straw,” another detective added.

"So cute~"

A cacophony of admiration for Sato Miwako came through the earpiece, and soon the discussion began.

However, the police officer wearing a crab hat immediately interrupted him, saying, "This won't do. We've only just arrived at the amusement park and it's already like this. Who knows what will happen when we ride the water roller coaster later?"

Shiratori Ninzaburo: "Don't worry, I had already anticipated the current situation and had already made arrangements to make them too embarrassed to overstep their bounds. Those little brats should be on their way now."

"really?"

"As expected of Brother Shiratori, you've thought of everything."

Shiratori pondered for a moment and said, "But we also need to be wary of Takagi. He deliberately shook off our pursuit, and the ticket issue was discovered in Takagi's drawer. There's no reason why he wouldn't show up at the scene."

"But... isn't Sato on a date with that detective kid named Wenshui right now?" a detective asked, puzzled.

Officer Shiratori: "We can't be careless. Takagi has been eyeing Miwako for a long time. We can't let him get away with this."

Inside the Metropolitan Police Department, Sato's admirers are unusually united in their fight against a rival who wants to make the first move.

As they were talking, the detective in the crab hat suddenly interjected, "Hey, I've noticed that Sato seems to be staring in one direction the whole time. Has one of you been spotted?"

Shiratori immediately tensed up: "What direction are you in? Switch the camera to me right now."

Chaos erupted inside the command vehicle.

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Beika Town, a baseball stadium.

"Go for it, Dad!"

Ran Mouri, dressed in her baseball team's jersey, stood on the sidelines cheering loudly for her father.

Today is the day Kogoro Mouri participates in the town's baseball tournament. Although it's a community-organized tournament, Kogoro Mouri's team is very strong overall. Last time, they made it to the finals and won a lot of prize money.

Therefore, the Mori family takes this matter extremely seriously.

Xiaolan's black and white striped team uniform was custom-made. In addition, there were many other sponsored facilities. Apart from the fact that most of the participants were older men, it didn't feel much different from a professional competition.

Actually, we had prepared a team uniform for Conan, but Conan said he was going to Dorobiga Amusement Park with Genta and the others today.

So I didn't come.

Whether it was the incentive of the prize money or the sense of glory brought by being in the spotlight, Uncle Mori played with extra effort on the field.

The team's score has remained far ahead.

However, Xiaolan seemed a bit listless. While cheering, she kept thinking about what happened with Wenshui in the guest room a few days ago.

We were supposed to be investigating the lukewarm water, but it seems we were punished by it instead.

However, the only good news for Ran is that it seems that there is no special relationship between Wenshui and Shinichi's mother that is worrying.

She also explained the matter to Shinichi Kudo in a text message, telling him not to believe Conan's nonsense.

The bad news is...

Weren't the games we played that night a bit too daring?

Although it was an impulsive act, the level of play involved was something that even ordinary couples wouldn't easily engage in.

Xiaolan's mind has been in turmoil these past few days, and she has had to fill the void with other things, so she hasn't been able to talk to Wenshui privately.

But we can't just stay silent forever, otherwise all the beating she took that night would have been for nothing.

And what if, after a while, Wen Shui gets hooked up with another woman?

How about tomorrow is the weekend, and I go to Yuanzi's house with her under the pretext of helping Wenshui clean his room? I'll make him his favorite tempura chicken, and then find a chance to test his attitude.

Xiaolan's mind was immediately filled with this thought.

She picked up her phone and sent a text message to Wen Shui.

However, even after Kogoro Mouri scored the second time for his team, Nuwa did not respond.

Xiaolan felt a little disappointed.

Then I kept silently chanting in my mind, "Tempura chicken -1, tempura chicken -1..."

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Meanwhile, Sato Miwako's attention was indeed drawn to someone.

The woman who appeared behind the bench, her face covered by a newspaper, was wearing a long brown trench coat and a large hat.

But Miwako recognized the woman at a glance as her mother.

After being recognized, Mrs. Sato did not continue to pretend. Instead, she questioned her daughter with her eyes and mouth, asking why she was not wearing the clothes she had prepared.

Miwako immediately lost her temper.

He smiled apologetically and tried to comfort his angry mother with his eyes.

The good news is that Mrs. Sato didn't seem to be disturbing their date. Instead, she looked at Miwako Sato with a questioning gaze and asked if her relationship with Kazuki Nukumizu was really as she had described before.

Sato Miwako felt a pang of unease.

Originally, she just wanted to take some intimate photos with Wen Shui during this date to get by.

Even after many things happened, Wen Shui still gave her a gift.

However, Sato Miwako's attitude towards Nukumizu was only that she had a slight liking for him, not to the point of directly confessing her feelings and starting a relationship.

But my mom came today, and if she doesn't do something concrete, she'll probably be set up on another blind date when she gets back.

What Sato Miwako couldn't understand was why her mother still followed her here when she had deliberately prepared a baseball game ticket as a smokescreen.

Did he overhear her phone conversation with Yumi?

Just then, Wen Shui returned with a guidebook: "I just asked the staff, and it seems that the fun rides here have very long queues, so we'd better decide in advance what we want to do most and make reservations for restaurants later."

"Ah, okay, thank you for your hard work."

Miwako quickly looked away, and Mrs. Sato also covered her face with the newspaper again.

Wen Shui asked curiously, "Why are you suddenly being so polite?"

"No, no." Miwako was startled and quickly composed herself. "I just felt a little bad because I always said I would treat you to a meal, but we never got to. You even gave me a gift last time."

"It's okay, as long as you like it."

Wen Shui smiled, then looked down at Sato Miwako's alluring long white legs and her fair little feet in high heels.

After being stared at, Sato Miwako's face once again showed a shy expression.

Her tiny toes, nestled in black high heels, curled up as well.

The officer in the crab hat, who was monitoring from a short distance away, felt a pang of pain and tore off the straps of his binoculars.

Despite her shyness, Miwako knew that she hadn't told her mother yet. She glanced at her mother out of the corner of her eye, then looked at her Metropolitan Police Department colleagues lurking around.

How could she possibly be intimate with Wen Shui under such circumstances?

After hesitating for a long time, Sato Miwako finally mustered up her courage and looked at the pineapple juice in Wen Shui's hand: "Is this good?"

Warm Water: "It's alright, just regular pineapple juice. It made my throat a little sore."

Miwako rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, "Why is this kid so uncooperative? How am I supposed to continue talking about tasting the juice you drank if you say that?"

Having no other choice, Miwako had to change her strategy: "Really? Would you like to try my lemon tea?"

As she spoke, she handed over the half-finished lemon tea in front of her.

Looking at the lemon tea that was suddenly pushed towards her, Wen Shui noticed that there was still obvious lipstick residue on the straw, as well as teeth marks left by her biting.

And he remembered that Sato Miwako had blown bubbles into it just now.

Wen Shui looked troubled.

Sato Miwako said with dissatisfaction, "What, do you look down on me?"

"No, it's just that I feel it's not good if people see us like this." Wen Shui seemed a little shy.

Miwako slammed her hand on the table, stubbornly pouting, "We're here on a date, aren't we? How can we not be a little intimate?"

"Starting now?" Wen Shui was taken aback, remembering her promise to act in a play for Miwako.

Miwako: "Of course, hurry up."

He originally thought he could just take a couple of photos in the restaurant while waiting to eat, but he didn't expect that Sato Miwako couldn't wait as soon as they entered the amusement park.

Wen Shui looked at the half-full cup of lemon tea in front of her: "But, for couples on a date, wouldn't it be better to share a drink?"

"What do you mean?"

Wen Shui took the straw out of her own cup and inserted it into Sato Miwako's lemon tea cup, so that one drink now had two straws.

“That’s right, let’s drink together,” Wen Shui said with a smile.

Sato Miwako froze on the spot, she hadn't expected Wen Shui to come up with such an idea.

But now, if she tells Wen Shui that there are criminal police officers all around, and even her mother is present, will he feel nervous? If he acts unnaturally because of this, it might not be so easy to fool his mother.

Sato Miwako steeled her heart and nodded slightly.

Because the cup was placed in the middle of the round table, both of them had to stand up slightly from their seats to reach the straw inside the cup.

As the distance closed, Sato Miwako's exquisite makeup gradually became clear in Wen Shui's eyes.

Her short black hair was styled very meticulously, her thin lips were painted with beautiful lipstick, and the alluring blush on her cheeks when she was shy all attracted Wen Shui.

Sato Miwako was also very uncomfortable.

As the two drew closer, the clear, hormonal scent emanating from Wen Shui made her feel somewhat dizzy and her heart beat faster than usual.

She suddenly regretted using this method to persuade her mother.

However, since she had already done half of it, there was no going back now. Miwako gritted her teeth and bit down hard on one of the straws.

The warm water also bit the other straw in the cup.