Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Ran often picks up Uncle Mori at izakayas, so she's naturally seen a lot about this kind of thing.

Seeing this, she immediately delivered a side kick, causing the big guy to take a step back.

Fortunately, she was wearing a long dress today, so there was no worry about wardrobe malfunctions, but it still looked a bit indecent.

Eri covered her forehead with her hand, somewhat embarrassed, and couldn't help but glance at Wen Shui, her expression a little awkward.

On the contrary, Uncle Mori looked smug, as if Ran was an excellent henchman he had trained.

Seeing this, Wen Shui quickly went over and pressed Xiao Lan's legs down: "Calm down, it's not too late to ask first before you take action."

"Oh, okay." Xiaolan put her legs down and stood obediently beside Wenshui.

This really makes him look like a thug.

To everyone's surprise, the burly male clerk displayed a demeanor that didn't match his appearance, and was startled by Xiaolan's move, breaking out in a cold sweat: "No, no, sir, please look closely, the voucher clearly states that it can only be used on Sundays and holidays."

"Huh? Is that so?" Xiaolan's eyes immediately turned into beady pupils.

Then he quickly took out his meal voucher and carefully checked it.

While Xiaolan was having a conflict with the waiter, the woman who brought the sherry to the restaurant quietly called the restaurant manager over.

I don't know what the other person said about the lukewarm water.

But Wen Shui was pretty sure that the strange woman wearing glasses was Vermouth, because although appearance can be deceiving, eyes and temperament are hard to fake.

She sat alone at a large table, having ordered a lot of dishes, seemingly waiting for a friend.

Does the Black Organization have a mission here?

As for why Vermouth called over the person in charge, Wen Shui could probably guess the reason. It was probably because she was overcome with maternal love after seeing Ran's embarrassed state.

Xiaolan carefully checked the meal voucher.

It turned out that it was exactly as the waiter had said.

Xiaolan bowed somewhat awkwardly and apologized to the other person: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for what happened just now. We were so rude."

The burly waiter shook his head and smiled apologetically: "It's alright, miss. It's our fault for making you come all this way for nothing."

Eri sighed, seemingly about to offer to treat everyone to a meal.

The restaurant manager suddenly ran over: "I'm sorry, gentlemen, because of the rain today, the kitchen has prepared a bit too much food. If you don't mind, you can use this meal voucher to eat here."

"Really? That's so embarrassing," Xiaolan said, a little shyly.

The manager smiled and said, "It's alright, but since most of our customers today made reservations, we might not have any of the dishes in stock."

Uncle Maoli: "It's okay, it's okay, as long as there's something to eat, that famous roast duck should be available, right?"

"Of course we have that, but the cooking time might be a little longer." The restaurant manager pointed to a display area near the back of the hall. "If you'd like, please come over here to order."

The group followed the manager to the food ordering counter.

The menu here is different from other restaurants; instead, it uses plastic replicas of the dishes, displayed on a long, narrow counter.

With the addition of specially designed lighting, guests can more intuitively experience the tempting visual appeal of the dishes.

"Wow, the models here are so realistic! Could they actually be bad?" Conan leaned on the glass display case, striking a perfectly timed cute pose.

"Of course not. This is a specially made food model. Apart from not having any taste, we can basically reproduce the model to 95% of the standard of serving the food."

The manager proudly introduced it to everyone.

Uncle Maori pointed eagerly to one of the dishes: "This duck looks exactly like the one I saw on TV. Please give us one."

Xiaolan looked at the dazzling array of products on the display case: "Could I have one order of stir-fried bamboo shoots, and also some crispy taro cakes? Oh, and Wenshui's favorite Mapo Tofu..."

Conan rolled his eyes: "Ran-neechan, order some of my favorite dishes too."

"Ah, no problem." Ran nodded, then after thinking for a moment, she smiled apologetically at Conan, "Sorry, Conan-kun, what kind of Chinese food do you like?"

Conan rolled his eyes even more.

However, this cannot be blamed on Xiaolan. He doesn't really like this kind of food, and Xiaolan doesn't cook it much at home, except when Wenshui comes to freeload a meal.

Damn it, I feel like I've lost to that Wen Shui guy a little bit again this time. Conan looked at the dishes in front of him with a reluctant expression.

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While everyone was ordering food, Wen Shui kept curiously watching the four men at the table who were clearly a mix of "murderer" and "victim".

That's strange. If the original plot had unfolded as it should have, the other party would have invited Xiaolan over for dinner.

Could it be that Vermouth and his appearance caused the plot to change in the original work?

But if things continue like this, the film producer is almost certainly going to die.

However, this is also a good thing, because Wen Shui can't quite remember how the murderer in this case killed the person.

There's nothing he can do about it; there are just too many episodes in Detective Conan, and even a Conan enthusiast like him can't remember them all.

Moreover, Wen Shui remembered that the victim in this case was poisoned, and the murderer's method of poisoning was very complicated. He was too busy looking at Xiao Lan's memories at the time.

In that case, let's use the "Mouri Elimination Method" to find the culprit ourselves.

However, because Wen Shui knows the original plot, she doesn't use this skill often. Sometimes she has to let her brain process the information for a while.

I wonder if Conan will be able to solve the case faster than him this time.

To be honest, I wasn't sure what to do this time either, so unlike the cases I'd encountered before, I felt a bit excited.

Just then, the woman who looked a lot like Vermouth gently waved to Wen Shui.

Warm water: "..."

He decided to pretend he didn't see it. In any case, she seemed to be in a state where she couldn't reveal her identity. He just wanted to enjoy a good Chinese meal today and avoid getting involved in the organization's affairs if possible.

Unexpectedly, Vermouth picked up the sherry on the table and held it in the air.

"Damn it, she actually used such methods to threaten me. She really is a bad woman from the Black Organization," Wen Shui thought to herself.

Then he immediately switched to a curious expression and walked towards Vermouth's table: "Miss, haven't we met somewhere before?"

His actions immediately attracted the attention of Xiaolan and the others.

Looking at Vermouth, who was in disguise, Xiaolan suddenly felt that the woman's temperament was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember it after thinking about it carefully. Instead, she felt dizzy.

Eri Kisaki helped her daughter up, her face full of concern: "Are you feeling unwell? How about you eat something light?"

Xiaolan gently shook her head and looked back at the food display.

“You’re the Warm Water Detective, aren’t you? We did meet once before, on the beach in Izu.” Vermouth chuckled and stood up.

"Ah, so that's when it was." Wen Shui also looked enlightened.

The two exchanged a few polite words.

Wen Shui lowered her voice and asked, "Why did you call me over? Is there a mission?"

"No, it's just to thank you for the gift last time," Vermouth said softly.

Wen Shui was speechless, but considering that the woman in front of him was his boss and had a somewhat ambiguous temperament, he didn't complain anymore.

Just then, the door was pushed open from the outside.

A woman with a figure as alluring as a ripe peach and skin as fair as a girl straight out of a manga, wearing large sunglasses, pushed open the door and walked in.

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After entering the restaurant, Yukiko Kudo instinctively looked for her old friend whom she had arranged to meet.

To my surprise, as soon as I entered, I saw Wen Shui whispering to a strange woman. They were standing quite close together.

This is why she didn't see the Mori family ordering food near the side food display.

This is understandable, because Yukiko Kudo was quite angry about the news that she had just taken a bath and was exposed to warm water, as well as the photo of Eri Kisaki in high heels.

She sent a long message, but it all disappeared without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.

If she hadn't made plans tonight, she would definitely have waited for that guy to come back today and settled accounts with him properly.

Even so, the anger in my heart still couldn't be quelled.

While on the bus, I kept thinking about why Onami was with Eri, and occasionally I would recall that kid's nonsense about being able to fill a high heel with his own, and then my cheeks would become extremely hot.

Unexpectedly, I encountered warm water and trees here.

Thinking back to how she had been daydreaming a little in the car earlier, her shame intensified.

Yukiko Kudo looked the woman up and down. She had a good sense of style and a good figure, but her appearance was too ordinary and she was much older than her.

Hmph, does this kid Wen Shui only like older women of this caliber?

Yukiko Kudo waved to the waiter, then charged over aggressively.

Because she was wearing sunglasses and an oversized hat, she didn't have to worry too much about the paparazzi's questions. Coupled with her feelings of shame and anger, Yukiko Kudo acted bolder than usual.

The high heels clicked crisply on the ground as she deliberately unbuttoned her collar.

The undulating, snow-white flesh made one's eyes widen in disbelief.

"Didn't you say you'd feed me well tonight? Why did you come out like that, so desperate?" Kudo Yukiko walked up to Wen Shui and said in an alluring voice, "My little husband?"

Wen Shui's face turned pale.

At the same time, the Mori family of three, who were ordering food, along with Mrs. Kudo's son, all turned to look in their direction.

Chapter 149 Forced to ride Yukiko Kudo like a horse

"Yukiko?" Eri called out tentatively.

Yukiko Kudo turned around stiffly and saw that her face was even paler than before.

She never expected that Wen Shui had come with Ran and the others. She looked at the complicated expressions on the faces of the Mori couple and Ran, as well as Conan's eyes that seemed to be collapsing.

Yukiko Kudo suddenly felt dizzy and her body slumped to the side.

"Yukiko, you're still as fond of joking as ever." Vermouth, sensing the awkward situation, stepped in to defuse the situation, tearing off her mask to reveal her exquisite Western face. "How about it? My disguise skills haven't gotten any worse than yours, have they?"

Her ability to conjure up a person from the air immediately drew gasps of astonishment from those around her.

Xiaolan looked at Vermouth's familiar expression and seemed to be deep in thought.

Seeing that everyone was captivated, Wen Shui smiled wryly and said, "That's right, Ms. Kudo, don't bring scenes from movies into real life, it'll cause misunderstandings."