Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Wen Shui tidied up the plates on the table, then straightened her clothes and was about to go to the corridor to wait for Xiao Lan.

His phone, which was on the bed, rang again.

Has the plan changed? Or has Conan discovered it?

Wen Shui picked up the phone curiously, only to find it was Conan's mother calling: "What's wrong, Mrs. Kudo?"

"Madam?" Kudo Yukiko on the other end of the phone was clearly not expected that Numizu would address him in this way.

Wen Shui was a little embarrassed. He was so focused on soaking in the hot spring with Ran that he blurted out his true feelings. Usually, Wen Shui would call her Miss Kudo or Yukiko-nee.

"No, I mean, is there something you need from Miss Kudo this late?" Wen Shui quickly tried to salvage the situation.

Yukiko: "Isn't this too formal?"

Warm water: "..."

There was silence for a moment.

If it were any other student's mother, she would probably just pretend she didn't hear it and let the matter slide.

But Yukiko Kudo was clearly different from the average mother of a classmate. She said irritably, "You little brat, what are you thinking about? You should watch less of that stuff."

"Don't slander me! I don't understand what you're saying," Wen Shui cried out, accusing herself of being wronged.

"Don't think I don't know what kids your age like. My son is the same age as you, and I've read some of those comics too. On Shinichi's computer..." Yukiko Kudo proudly recounted her illustrious resume.

Madam, please don't try to create a persona that makes people speculate.

Wen Shui couldn't help but complain in her heart.

It took a lot of effort for Wenshui to finally get away with it.

Yukiko Kudo finally explained her purpose for coming and to chat with Wenshui about the inspiration for her previous film script.

"Are you free now? Shall we go out for some coffee?" Yukiko asked.

Warm Water: "I'm not in Beika Town."

Yukiko: "Where did you go?"

"I came with Uncle Mori and his classmates from university. Oh, and Eri came too," Wen Shui explained.

"I was wondering why that kid hadn't bothered me these past few days..." Yukiko Kudo muttered on the phone.

"what?"

"Oh no, it's nothing," Yukiko Kudo said. "You weren't with Ran just now, were you? Does that hot spring inn have mixed bathing? Isn't the landlady pretty?"

"Didn't you come here to ask about the movie script?" Wen Shui said with a wry smile.

Yukiko Kudo: "I'd like to learn a little about the local customs and culture there now."

Wen Shui thought for a moment: "Hmm... I think there is a mixed bathhouse. The landlady is an old lady. By the way, there was a murder here just now, and Uncle Mori successfully found the murderer."

"You didn't mention the most crucial part, you brat!" Yukiko Kudo said, then seemed to suddenly remember something, "Wait a minute, you said there was a murder just now?"

"Yes, he was Uncle Mori's classmate. He killed his ex-girlfriend because of some dispute."

“I see. That’s a good idea.” Yukiko asked, “Do you think anyone would watch this as a movie? Would young people like this kind of story? You… uh, I mean, would young people like us enjoy it?”

Wen Shui couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

When did we become a group? I'm much younger than you. Even though your skin looks like it's aging in reverse.

"It's alright. I already have an idea for the movie script. I'll tell you when I get back. That's all, I'll hang up now," Wen Shui said.

"Wait a moment!"

Yukiko Kudo suddenly shouted, "Don't you dare get any bad ideas about Ran. I'll have Conan keep an eye on you."

Wen Shui: "I understand, you don't need to worry about this kind of thing."

"You mustn't have any bad intentions towards Eri either," Yukiko couldn't help but remind her.

"What are you talking about? How could I possibly have such thoughts?!" Wen Shui exclaimed in surprise.

Yukiko Kudo said matter-of-factly, "That's because you're exceptionally enthusiastic towards mature older women, and I learned that the first time in Izu."

Wen Shui: "You practically offered yourself up, didn't you?"

"You brat, don't talk about me like I'm cheap. I'm your elder." Mrs. Kudo said through gritted teeth.

Wen Shui took a deep breath and said calmly, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I always make you accidentally deliver yourself to my door."

"Damn it, I'm going to throw you into the hot spring and drown you!" Yukiko Kudo threatened.

"Then no one will write scripts."

"Then I'll let you drink my foot bath water," Yukiko Kudo said, rephrasing her statement.

Huh, she actually compromised on her own initiative? Could it be that my script is very important to her?

However, drinking foot bath water is still a bit perverted, isn't it?

Just then, there was a knock on the door; it was probably Xiaolan.

Wen Shui decided to end the conversation: "Okay, I need to go eat."

"Wait a minute, you haven't shared your script ideas yet."

Wen Shui: "I'll come find you when I get back. It's hard to explain over the phone. Okay, that's all."

Yukiko Kudo listened to the busy tone on the phone and looked at the screen with a resentful expression.

That brat actually hung up on her! How awful! I'll teach him a lesson when he gets back from Mu County.

But is this the time to eat?

Yukiko Kudo looked up at the alarm clock on her desk. It was already past eight o'clock, which should have been the time when people were drinking and chatting at the hot spring inn, and the atmosphere was at its most lively.

However, she then thought that, after all, a murder had occurred.

Maybe I didn't have an appetite earlier, and I'm only now deciding to have dinner.

Yukiko Kudo shook her head, picked up her phone and sent a text message to Conan, telling him to be careful and not let Wen Shui succeed.

Incidentally, Yukiko Kudo also asked Conan to keep an eye on her best friend, Eri Kisaki.

After all, the warm water and the tree seemed to have some kind of magic.

She had intended to settle scores with Wen Shui several times before, but things turned out differently, and that kid ended up taking advantage of her.

Eri's personality is different from hers, and Yukiko Kudo is really afraid that she will see news like "Kimoto Prefecture Hot Spring Hotel Serial Murder Case" in the newspaper the next day.

After sending the text message, Yukiko Kudo stretched.

Beneath the silk pajamas, large swathes of snow-white skin were exposed, and her long, shapely legs exuded a powerful presence.

Unfortunately, she was alone in the Kudo family villa at the moment, and no one could appreciate her delicate, girlish skin and the graceful curves that even her loose pajamas could hardly conceal.

Yukiko Kudo picked up the office building rental advertisement on the table and immediately looked worried.

The reason she thought of calling Wen Shui earlier was not only to ask him about the script, but also to change her mood.

It wasn't until she actually started preparing for the film shoot that she felt the pressure of work again.

After all, it had been more than ten years since she last worked outside.

This time, I'm directing again, so the pressure is definitely much greater than when I was an entertainer.

Since it's for preparing for filming, we definitely need a place to stay, not only to store things we need, but also for convenient business discussions.

However, I didn't expect to get stuck in the first step of finding the place.

The main reason is that, in Yukiko Kudo's plan, she was going to use a large portion of the filming budget as hush money for Akira Nakai.

So Yukiko Kudo's initial idea was to try making a movie with a small budget. She didn't have much money to spare, and she had to be very careful with every expense, so she couldn't afford to rent expensive places.

Moreover, geographical location is also crucial; a remote location with inconvenient transportation is also unacceptable.

Yukiko Kudo went through the flyers on the table again, but still couldn't find an ideal office location. Either they were too expensive, or the location wasn't suitable.

Suddenly, Yukiko Kudo's eyes lit up.

Since she originally intended to make a low-budget film, why didn't she just rent a place?

Many directors and screenwriters who are new to the industry create their works in rented apartments, an environment that often inspires their fighting spirit and creativity.

If work keeps you up very late, you can let everyone sleep in the rented room, and the kitchen can be used to make late-night snacks.

It's practically the best solution for her current situation.

Yukiko Kudo immediately picked up her phone and sent a text message to the real estate contact: "Do you have any apartments for college students, preferably larger with more rooms?"

After a pause, she gave them the address of Wen Shui's apartment.

Since the decision has been made to go down the path of low-budget production, the importance of the script will be paramount.

She couldn't tell Yusaku Kudo about being blackmailed, so she had to place some of her hopes on Nukumi.

After all, she's someone who can write novels that Yusaku praises highly. Even if her work is terrible, she should at least be able to provide her with some inspiration.

However, that guy Wen Shui usually has too many girls around him.

It might affect his creative process; if she could be closer to the warm water and the trees, she could better supervise his work.

Mrs. Kudo rested her arms on the table, gazing at the night sky outside the window, a charming smile playing on her lips. If she were to suddenly appear next door to the Wen Shui family, would that boy be startled?

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Wen Shui opened the door and saw Xiao Lan standing in the hallway, poking the wall with her finger.

"Why are you so slow?" Xiaolan turned around and asked.

Wen Shui: "I just made a phone call."

"Is it a garden?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

Wen Shui shook her head: "It was Sister Xizi who came to discuss the movie script with me. I chatted with her for a few minutes."

"Talking about scripts so late?" Xiao Lan frowned slightly, looking Wen Shui up and down. "This feels a bit suspicious."

Wen Shui: "Isn't it more suspicious to invite someone to soak in a hot spring so late at night?"

"I already told you we're just going for a walk." Xiaolan grabbed Wenshui's arm. "Let's hurry up, the hot spring won't be hot in a bit."

Wen Shui was surprised: "It's not hot anymore? Isn't this an open-air hot spring...?"