Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

At this moment, he had probably forgotten that Xiaolan was the karate champion. Even if he did remember, he would still choose to launch a retaliatory attack on her.

Wen Shui, standing next to Xiao Lan, frowned.

In theory, he could choose to rush over and help Ran knock Nakado and Shi to the ground, or he could watch Ran use karate to make the other party kneel on the ground and repent.

But then we wouldn't get to see Uncle Mori's over-the-shoulder throw.

Such a cool and classic scene will probably increase the progress bar for filming quite a bit, right?

Not to mention, even Ran herself probably wanted her father to show a manly image in front of Eri Kisaki.

Thinking of this, Wen Shui, acting preemptively, rushed to Xiao Lan before Zhong Dao and Zhi could react, shouting:

"Xiao Lan, watch out!"

"Huh...eh?"

Xiaolan had already assumed a karate starting stance to fight the thugs.

But to her utter surprise, the lukewarm water turned into a meatball to satisfy her hunger.

The two rolled several times on the wooden floor of the hotel reception area, bumping into Conan's feet as he prepared to use a hotel vase as a soccer ball to deliver a fatal blow to the culprit.

Conan held a vase in his hand, watching his childhood sweetheart being held in someone's arms.

His hair burned with pale green flames, and his pupils burned like those of a Death Knight.

Or, why not just smash the vase over the head of the lukewarm water to prevent future trouble?

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On the other side, Nakamichi and Shishi missed their target and quickly regained their footing.

Their target was Eri Kisaki, the only woman still standing. Eri adjusted her glasses and stood there calmly.

"Enough! How long are you going to keep this up?" Uncle Mori snapped.

Kazushi Nakamichi turned his gaze to Kogoro Mouri and retorted, "Mouri, you don't understand anything at all! How could you possibly understand my feelings about wanting a family!"

As if he had lost his mind, Nakamichi Kazushi charged towards Kogoro Mouri.

Then, Uncle Mori used a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw to slam the burly Nakamichi Kazushi to the floor.

The violent shaking caused dust to flutter down from the ceiling.

The hotel lobby was so quiet you could hear each other breathing.

After a while, Nakamichi Kazushi, who had been thrown to the ground, looked at the ceiling. His eyes seemed to have returned to their previous clarity, and he smiled bitterly: "Mouri, it seems that your judo skills are the same as before, without any slackening."

Nakamichi Kazushi gave a few bitter laughs, then tears of regret streamed down his face.

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Soon, the Metropolitan Police Department arrived.

The officer leading the team was a policeman whom neither Nukumi nor Kogoro Mouri recognized.

However, the other party had heard of Kogoro Mouri's name, and since it was Uncle Mouri who solved this case, they came over to chat with him very enthusiastically after seeing Uncle Mouri.

Just as the criminal police were collecting evidence at the scene.

Eri looked at Wen Shui and Shu with curiosity. They were being punished by Ran using a vase as a weapon.

Although Wen Shui did not demonstrate any particularly insightful reasoning in this case, and did not even offer any opinions or speculations.

However, because of Ran, Eri Kisaki had been secretly keeping an eye on Nuku and Itsuki, and noticed that Nuku used a lighter to remind Uncle Mori, and that Benkei was standing in front of the statue behind them.

Taken together, even if it's not entirely true, warm water at least served as a wake-up call for Kogoro.

This incident further increased Eri Kisaki's fondness for Onami.

She felt that Wen Shui and Kudo Shinichi were completely different personalities. At their age, Wen Shui could refrain from forcing a parting of her head and could also show just the right amount of consideration for those around her.

Even Eri Kisaki herself has come to appreciate the warmth of the water.

No wonder Xiaolan showed such obvious affection for this kid so quickly.

If she had met Wen Shui and Shu when she was younger, perhaps she would have noticed him too? Xiao Lan is her daughter, so it's understandable that she would have similar interests.

But that kid was too reckless, wasn't he?

Even if he wanted Kogoro to show off, it was incredibly rude of him to bump into a girl.

Watching Xiaolan, her face flushed, pin Wen Shui against the wall and punish him with a vase.

Eri Kisaki felt that Ran's punishment of Wen Shui was too lenient. If it were her, she would definitely make him experience the feeling of being thrown over her shoulder.

However, from a mother's perspective on choosing a son-in-law, perhaps Wen Shui and Shu are more suitable for Ran than that boy, Xin Shengyi, Eri thought to herself.

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Because the evidence of the crime at the scene was conclusive, and the perpetrator had already confessed.

The Metropolitan Police Department officers quickly cleared the scene and escorted Nakamichi and Kazushi back.

Warm water massaged his abs, which had been ravaged by Xiaolan, and he went to the courtyard in front of the hotel for some fresh air.

Actually, he didn't mean it just now, but doing this in front of Eri Kisaki seemed to make Ran feel particularly ashamed and angry, and this punishment was more severe than any before.

If it weren't for his significantly improved physical condition, most people really wouldn't have been able to withstand it.

Just as I was thinking about it, a faint smell of tobacco entered my nostrils.

Uncle Mori walked up from behind, his face grim as he looked at the stars with Wen Shui: "Hmph, brat, don't think I didn't see through your little tricks."

Wen Shui was startled.

I never expected to be discovered. I thought his performance was flawless.

This gave Wen Shui a new perspective on Kogoro Mouri; this guy seems to be really reliable in crucial moments.

Wen Shui smiled and explained, "Sorry, uncle, I just couldn't resist showing off my skills."

"But Uncle, you were able to spot my little tricks, so you must have found the clues even without me pointing them out, right? After all, you've solved so many cases before when I wasn't there, haven't you?"

Kogoro Mouri raised his eyebrows smugly: "Of course, I am the famous Kogoro Mouri. In the current strongest detective magazine, your ranking is right behind mine."

The lukewarm water was completely baffling.

Although I've never heard of this magazine, judging from the name, it's probably some kind of tabloid or gossip publication.

Back at the hotel, dinner was supposed to be the highlight of the day, and everyone planned to have a good meal after watching the fireworks.

But after something like this happened, no one was in the mood for anything.

So they all went back to their rooms to rest, and dinner was changed to be delivered to their guest rooms.

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Wen Shui returned to her guest room and immediately lay down on the bed to access the system interface.

Such a classic case should yield some impressive results.

After quickly checking the harvest from the resource gathering system, sure enough, this time it gave me a powerful skill.

Kogoro Mouri's over-the-shoulder throw

Note: The worse your mood, the stronger the effect.

Although the name sounds ordinary and he only knows the over-the-shoulder throw, Wen Shui can clearly feel the power of this skill when he actually tries it.

The main thing is that it gets stronger when it's in a bad mood, which is perfect for fighting.

Moreover, the higher the base strength, the greater the bonus.

In the game's terms, this roughly translates to an increase of 5% attack power for every 1 point of rage, up to a maximum of 30%.

Just as Wen Shui was about to check if his other skills had been upgraded, a phone call woke him up.

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?" Xiaolan's voice came through the receiver, sounding like she was still angry.

Wen Shui: "My back hurts. I forced myself to crawl out of bed despite the pain."

Xiao Lan snorted coldly: "Stop pretending. Your physical condition is not what it was last year. Besides, I didn't even exert any force just now."

"Young lady, you may be completely unaware of your own power," Wen Shui couldn't help but think to herself.

After a moment of silence, Xiaolan's voice softened slightly: "I... my chest still hurts."

"Huh?" Wen Shui was surprised, wondering what Xiao Lan's intention was in suddenly bringing this up. It was so late at night, didn't she want people to get some sleep?

"Have you eaten?" Xiaolan's tone sounded a little strange.

"Ate."

A distinct gasp came from the other end of the line. Xiaolan asked haltingly, "It's still early, how about we go for a soak in a hot spring?"

Chapter 135 Ran's Fanservice

Wen Shui held up her phone, her expression serious as she pondered Xiao Lan's suggestion.

Soak in a hot spring?

Or should it be two people together?

Wen Shui couldn't help but ask, "You wouldn't have come up with a murder plan to create an alibi in a hot spring and use me as a test subject, would you?"

Xiaolan: "I'm not that bored, and I don't have anyone I want to kill."

"But our relationship doesn't seem to have reached that level yet. I'm a rather shy person," Wen Shui probed.

"What on earth are you thinking?" Xiaolan said discontentedly. "I heard from the hotel owner that there's an open-air hot spring on the nearby mountain, and the water quality there is supposedly better. We can go there to see the scenery and then soak our feet."

"Hot springs in the mountains?"

"Well, I originally wanted to go with Mom, but Dad was in a bad mood, so Mom went to comfort him," Xiaolan said. "Are you coming or not?"

"Go ahead, wait for me to get dressed." Wen Shui nodded in agreement.

Xiaolan: "Okay, then wait for me in the room. I'll come find you right away."

Since it's a hot spring in the mountains, there's unlikely to be any fan service. It just rained here, and the temperature is still quite low. At most, you can just soak your feet in the outdoor hot spring.

But it's good to go out for some fresh air at night.

Anyway, he's not sleepy right now, so he can chat with Ran. He just hopes that Conan, that tagalong, won't follow him.