Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"Then why did you come looking for me? You rented the house next door, didn't you?" Wen Shui observed the other person's expression through the peephole.

Yukiko Kudo was furious, and her chest heaved violently.

However, she suddenly moved closer to the door and said urgently, "Open the door quickly, someone has already noticed me. I didn't disguise myself when I came out. If people find out that the big star Yukiko Kudo lives here, this house will be rented for nothing."

Wen Shui thought for a moment.

Considering that he would likely be implicated if her identity were discovered, and besides, he was only joking with Yukiko Kudo in the first place.

After all, they are old friends, so it's not right to keep them at arm's length.

Wen Shui opened the door and smiled, "Look at you, I was just joking. Isn't Miss Kudo always the one who loves to joke around?"

Yukiko Kudo glared at him fiercely.

Then he squeezed past the warm water, kicked off his slippers, and swaggered barefoot into the living room.

Wen Shui sighed, closed the door, and followed.

Upon entering the living room, Yukiko Kudo didn't seem to consider herself an outsider, nor did she sit properly on the sofa waiting for warm water to make her tea.

Instead, he wandered around the room, looking at the paintings on the wall and flipping through the books on the sofa.

This "composed" demeanor suggests he is no older than eighteen.

However, she possesses the sexy figure of a mature woman. Her cool tank top and super short hot pants immediately attract Wen Shui's attention, even without making any big movements.

Wen Shui coughed and said, "Are you here to check if there are any contraband items in my house?"

Yukiko Kudo put down the teapot in her hand and pushed up her thick-rimmed black glasses: "I never expected that a guy like you could manage the house so well. I really didn't know that."

Wen Shui smiled and said, "It's all thanks to Xiao Lan's help."

Yukiko Kudo's forehead bulged with a faint blue vein. In fact, she had known all along that Ran and the others were using the Nuwa House as a base of operations.

However, the guy said it at this time, so it must have been a deliberate attempt to mock her.

"Damn brat, but I still need him to write the script for now, so I'll just have to put up with it for a while," Yukiko sighed inwardly.

Yukiko Kudo walked up to the refrigerator and casually opened the door: "Huh, there's even watermelon. Is it chilled?"

Wen Shui glanced at the unfamiliar watermelon and thought for a moment that he remembered buying it in the shopping street before going to Mu County. It wasn't very big, but it still cost him quite a bit of money.

If Yukiko Kudo hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about it; it would be a waste if it expired.

"Yes, it's just chilled." Wen Shui casually closed the refrigerator door.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Yukiko Kudo glared at him, "You're so stingy! I'm your elder, I came to visit and brought a gift, shouldn't you at least treat your guest to a cup of tea?"

"We have tea, but most guests don't eat watermelon, do they?" Wen Shui continued to test Mrs. Kudo's patience.

"I want to eat watermelon today." Yukiko Kudo opened the refrigerator door and took out a chilled watermelon.

To Wen Shui's surprise, perhaps due to the angle...

This watermelon actually looks a size smaller than Yukiko Kudo's.

Although it's a cheap watermelon, it's still a watermelon! It's amazing that it can outperform other plants in terms of natural advantages. Wen Shui couldn't help but feel a little envious.

If Conan were a girl... wait, what am I thinking?

"What are you looking at?" Yukiko Kudo took a step back warily.

"It's alright. Where's the gift you mentioned?" Wen Shui looked around curiously but didn't find the gift that Yukiko Kudo had brought.

Yukiko Kudo confidently moved her delicate face closer to the warm water.

The sweet aroma and the refreshing scent of chilled watermelon together filled the warm water's nasal cavity.

"Look at my new glasses, aren't they great?" Yukiko Kudo looked at Numi with a smile.

"Please give me back my watermelon." Wen Shui stretched out her hand expressionlessly.

"Hey, you little rascal, you don't even know how to appreciate things..."

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Ten minutes later, Wenshui and Kudo Yukiko arrived at the low table in the bedroom.

On the table sits a plate of sliced ​​watermelon, its bright red flesh radiating a refreshing coolness that invigorates the senses, its sweet aroma palpable even while seated here.

It seems the fruit shop owner wasn't lying to him; although the watermelon was cheap, the quality was quite good.

Yukiko Kudo clasped her hands together and smiled politely, saying, "Thank you for the hospitality, even though I snatched it myself."

"The last sentence is redundant."

Wen Shui couldn't help but complain, and then picked up a piece of watermelon and started eating it.

After eating two slices of watermelon, the sweat from the argument had subsided considerably, and Wen Shui finally asked, "Why did you move next door to me? Is it because Mr. Kudo's business is having problems?"

"Huh? Business?"

Yukiko Kudo was stumped by the question, but quickly recovered: "No, I'm just preparing to start filming a movie, so I need a place to discuss things and talk about the plot with the staff."

Wen Shui stared in disbelief: "You're planning to put the film company's preparatory office in a rented apartment?"

"What does it matter?" Yukiko said dismissively, placing the watermelon rind covered in teeth marks on the table. "I don't have much money, and there's no need to make such a big show at the beginning, or it will easily arouse jealousy from my peers."

Wen Shui nodded: "I see. But won't this make the company seem like a makeshift operation?"

"Don't worry, these are all familiar faces, there won't be any problems in that regard," Yukiko Kudo said, patting her chest. "By the way, how's your script coming along?"

Wen Shui blinked: "What script?"

Just as Kudo Yukiko was about to speak, she suddenly noticed the mischievous look in Wen Shui's eyes and realized that he was deliberately trying to make her happy.

"You little rascal, I'm talking to you about something serious." Mrs. Kudo raised her leg and kicked him.

Her fair and soft bare feet landed directly on Wen Shui's knees, and the amazing softness surprised Wen Shui.

The skin on the instep was so delicate, like the transparent part of a watermelon rind, and the neatly trimmed toenails were painted a light purple, giving off a playful and charming vibe.

Wen Shui instinctively dodged back, leaving the hand holding the watermelon rind suspended in mid-air.

The juice from the half-eaten watermelon dripped gently from his fingertips onto Mrs. Kudo's instep.

"Huh? What is that..."

Yukiko Kudo looked down and found that her feet had become sticky and felt a bit rough.

The two looked at each other, and both felt a little awkward.

"Ahem!" Yukiko Kudo withdrew her long, beautiful legs, wiped the watermelon juice with a tissue, and then changed into a Yamato Nadeshiko sitting posture.

Wen Shui also became serious: "What kind of movie are you planning to make?"

"The subject matter hasn't been decided yet; I plan to read the script first, but the budget probably won't be too high," said Yukiko Kudo. "After all, I've been away from here for many years, and I don't really understand the market and the tastes of the audience here, so I plan to shoot a few small ones first to test the waters."

Wen Shui nodded: "I see. So, it doesn't matter whether you make money or not..."

"How could I not care?!"

Yukiko Kudo slammed her hand on the table, her beautiful eyes wide open, causing the watermelon rind on the table to bounce into the air.

Wen Shui looked puzzled: "Do you mean you want to spread the funds out and make a lot of assembly-line-style films?"

"No, it's not that. It's the kind of business that's low-cost but very profitable," Yukiko Kudo said, sounding increasingly less confident.

While such things do happen in the film industry, they generally depend on luck; there's no such thing as "wanting to make a big profit from a low-budget film."

However, Wenshui didn't seem to care.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "I have an idea."

"What method?" Yukiko Kudo looked at Wen Shui with anticipation.

Wen Shui: "Let's make a horror movie. It doesn't require much investment and there aren't many competitors, which is perfect for your company's current situation."

“But…the market for horror movies isn’t that big, is it?” Yukiko Kudo frowned slightly, seemingly considering the possibility of this suggestion.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "Don't worry, these kinds of films don't have high requirements for actors. The main thing is how well-crafted the script is. I'm quite confident about that."

The claim that the water is warm is not just empty boasting.

Because he is a time traveler, and in his previous life he loved watching horror and thriller movies, so he has a lot of material to use in his mind.

You just need to choose a subject that doesn't exist in this world.

Characters like Kayako, Sadako, Tomie, and the horror cruise ship have never appeared in this world yet.

Moreover, movies are not like novels, which require a certain level of literary talent to write. As long as the plot structure is accurately described, the rest can be left to the director and actors to improvise on the spot.

However, it seems that Yukiko Kudo doesn't quite believe his suggestion, but she's too embarrassed to say it directly.

Wen Shui deliberately put on a stern face: "You don't seem to believe me."

"No, how could that be?" Yukiko immediately replied with a smile. "It's just that a simple horror movie might be a bit too monotonous. You could think of something you're good at."

Wen Shui crossed her arms and said, "How about we make a bet?"

"bet?"

"Well, if I give you a horror movie script that will leave you speechless, you'll grant me one request," Wen Shui said confidently.

Yukiko Kudo: "What are the conditions?"

"I haven't decided yet, but don't worry, it won't be too much. I won't make you wear a cow costume to clean my room," Wen Shui said with a smile.

"You didn't just blurt out what was on your mind, did you?" Yukiko Kudo sneered.

Wen Shui quickly waved her hand: "I already said it was a joke. Is that how you perceive me?"

"Fine, if you want to give it a try, then go ahead. But if your first batch of scripts doesn't meet my requirements, you'll have to write a few more for me, following my ideas carefully," Yukiko Kudo sighed.

"No problem, it's settled then."

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After finishing their business, Yukiko Kudo brought up the second reason for her visit.

"Come to my house for dinner tonight. We're moving today, and it's also the start of our official collaboration, so we should celebrate a bit," said Yukiko Kudo.

Wen Shui nodded: "Okay, I'll call Xiao Lan later."

"Wait a minute," Yukiko Kudo stopped her. "Don't tell Ran and the others about my affairs for now, and not even Conan and those kids."

Wen Shui looked puzzled: "Why?"