Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Then he tore it off and knocked on the door of Yukiko Kudo's rented room next door.

Soon, footsteps could be heard coming from inside.

When the door opened, Yukiko Kudo, dressed in casual home clothes and without makeup, appeared in the doorway.

Wen Shui held the verdict in mid-air: "Are you a child? Where am I supposed to get a billion for you?"

Yukiko immediately switched from a polite expression to a cold one: "Hmph, don't you know what you've done? If you don't have money, just wait to be sued."

Wen Shui looked speechless: "What lawyer would take your case? Don't be ridiculous."

A familiar voice came from Yukiko Kudo's rented apartment: "I've already accepted the call. If you can't satisfy Yukiko, I'll really consider suing you."

The voice just fell.

Wearing her signature black-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses and an apron, Eri Kisaki appeared before Onami.

"Sister Yingli?" Wen Shui looked surprised.

Eri Kisaki walked over with a smile: "That's great! I was just hesitating whether to call you or not. It's a coincidence that we ran into each other. Let's have dinner together tonight. I'll cook for you myself."

Wen Shui's expression changed slightly: "I won't go."

Eri Kisaki's expression was displeased, much like when Ran didn't get the fried noodles and bread: "Ran will be coming tonight too, don't you want to hear what we're talking about?"

"Alright, in that case I won't refuse." Wen Shui sighed. "However, I ate too much curry at noon, so I probably won't be able to eat much tonight."

Upon hearing this, Eri Kisaki immediately came out of the entrance hall: "It must be that Kogoro guy who told you that my cooking is terrible, right?"

With an imposing air, Eri held up a spatula and forced the warm water against the railing in the corridor.

Looking at the face in front of her that was almost identical to Xiaolan's, Wen Shui couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

Meanwhile, Yukiko Kudo, standing nearby, focused her gaze on Eri Kisaki's pectoral muscles as she pressed against Awami's body, and muttered to herself:

"Be mindful of the consequences, Eri."

Chapter 160 Tying Mrs. Kudo up

Wen Shui leaned against the iron railing of the apartment corridor, feeling that if she stepped back even slightly, she might fall.

The glow of the setting sun shone from the side, falling on the faces of Erina and Ran, who looked almost identical, making Wen Shui momentarily dazed.

I really want Xiaolan to wear this "skin" too.

Perhaps because she was used to seeing Xiaolan's youthful appearance, Wen Shui couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts when she suddenly saw an older sister who looked exactly the same but had a completely different temperament.

However, considering that Ran doesn't have the same superb acting skills as Yukiko Kudo.

Even if Xiaolan were willing to imitate her, she probably wouldn't be able to do it.

Wait a minute.

Speaking of imitation... there seems to be someone right next to me who can perfectly replicate Eri Kisaki.

Wen Shui's gaze passed over Eri Kisaki's shoulder and looked at Mrs. Kudo behind her, then she was surprised to find that Yukiko Kudo seemed to be angry with someone.

The way he gritted his teeth was not much different from when he was forced to sign the humiliating contract in the hospital office a few days ago.

That's strange, I didn't do anything to you.

Just as he was thinking, Eri's cold voice interrupted his thoughts: "Warm Water, you should know about Ran and my relationship, right?"

Warm Water: "Of course."

Eri squinted her eyes: "Ran never rejects my cooking, you know. If you want to become friends with Ran, I think you should get used to it beforehand."

So Xiaolan really likes to eat?

No wonder he's a strongman who can easily smash telephone poles; his stomach must be much stronger than the average person's.

"Wait a minute, Eri." Yukiko Kudo finally found an opportunity and stepped between the two of them. "Didn't you say before that Ran should make her own decision?"

“I only said we should be friends, I didn’t say we should date.” Eri Kisaki took a step back.

Because of Yukiko Kudo's "cutting defense," Onami's view was suddenly blocked by Yukiko Kudo's back.

Yukiko Kudo may have styled her long, curly hair into a bun for convenience while cooking, or she may have been imitating Eri Kisaki.

Her slender, snow-white neck was completely exposed to the air, and her delicate, jade-like skin had a crystal-clear texture under the sunlight.

The unique fragrance emanating from the mature older woman kept wafting into Wen Shui's nose.

Because Eri had been too close to him earlier, Onami was a little hesitant to breathe heavily. Now that the back of his neck was less dangerous, he subconsciously relaxed.

A gentle breath of warm air landed on Mrs. Kudo's nape.

Yukiko Kudo said to Eri Kisaki, "It feels like you're deceiving a young boy... um~"

Mrs. Kudo was speaking when she suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine as if she'd been electrocuted, and her body went limp as she nearly collapsed into Wen Shui's arms.

Eri pushed up her black-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, her brows furrowing slightly. However, out of politeness, she didn't dare to scold Yukiko. Instead, she smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, Numizu-kun, it's settled then. I'll treat you to a good meal tonight."

Wenshui: "No problem, but I was camping outside yesterday, so I'd better go home and take a shower first."

Eri nodded slightly.

Yukiko Kudo covered her neck with her hand and glared fiercely at Wen Shui.

Wen Shui looked completely innocent; he hadn't expected that his warm breath would elicit such a strong reaction from Kudo Yukiko.

But seriously, are you a little girl?

I feel like neither Sonoko Suzuki nor Ran are as fragile as you, or is this Yukiko Kudo's weakness?

Wen Shui subconsciously lowered her gaze to the delicate, flawless nape of Kudo Yukiko's neck.

Yukiko's pupils contracted slightly, and she turned and hurriedly entered the room.

Eri Kisaki smiled as she watched Onami go home, seemingly unwilling to expose the back of her neck to him.

Warm water: "..."

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After returning home, Wen Shui threw her clothes into the laundry basket.

Then I went into the bathroom and took a shower.

While lathering the foam, looking at the pure white foam in her palm, Wen Shui couldn't help but think of Yukiko Kudo's captivating snow-white neck.

It should feel better than the dense foam in his palm, right?

Huh? What am I thinking? That's someone else's mother! Wen Shui quickly snapped out of her reverie and suppressed her random thoughts.

After rinsing off the soap, he dried himself with a towel and then changed into clothes that either Ai Haibara or Ran had washed for him.

Incidentally, he still washes his underwear with warm water himself, but when Ai Haibara or Ran comes to his house, they will casually throw his unwashed clothes into the washing machine "sponsored" by Sonoko Suzuki.

Wen Shui glanced at the time; it was only a little before 5 p.m.

When hosting guests here, the time is usually arranged to be around 18:00 PM, which means that Eri probably hasn't started cooking yet.

If I go there now, I can use the excuse of helping out to supervise Eri's cooking process.

At least you can determine which dishes are inedible and which ones contain strong ingredients. Eating less of these dishes can at least reduce the harm to your body.

Just as Wen Shui was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something.

I was out all day yesterday and my phone was almost out of battery. I didn't notice it just now and didn't have time to charge it.

After thinking about it, Wen Shui decided to leave her phone at home to charge.

His main concern was that Yukiko Kudo might drag him out for drinks that night, and if he got drunk, she might see the messages about the Black Organization on his phone.

Seeing Ai Haibara would also cause trouble.

Wen Shui placed his phone by the bedside and set it to auto-respond mode, so that even if the Black Organization couldn't reach him by phone, they would assume he was resting and unable to answer.

If the boss were Gin, it would probably raise suspicions.

But Wen Shui's current boss is Vermouth, so she naturally doesn't need to worry about these issues.

Upon arriving at Yukiko Kudo's rented apartment next door, Onami smelled the aroma of food as she changed her shoes in the entryway.

Oh no, it seems I'm still too late.

Wen Shui rushed to the kitchen and saw Eri Kisaki intently stirring a bowl of thick liquid with a spoon, which looked somewhat like something out of a Cthulhu novel. Her expression turned even uglier.

Yukiko Kudo came up from behind and whispered, "If you don't come over soon, I'm going to rush into your house and drag you out."

"Why are you arresting me? I'm taking a shower," Wen Shui retorted.

Yukiko was furious: "What are you thinking, you brat? I wanted you to help me out, because I can't stop Eri by myself."

Wenshui then noticed that Yukiko's apron also had a lot of flour stains, indicating that she had been helping out earlier.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Wen Shui nodded. "Sister Yingli, let me help you."

Eri Kisaki turned around and looked at Wen Shui with the eyes of someone interrogating a criminal: "You don't actually trust what I made, do you?"

"How could that be?" Wen Shui quickly explained, "I often help Xiao Lan with cooking."

Eri hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the paste in the bowl. Perhaps lacking confidence in her cooking skills, she nodded slightly: "Alright then, you and Yukiko can help me prepare the things I need."

After washing her hands with warm water, she was hesitating about where to start when Eri handed her a bowl of batter: "Help me stir this until it's thick enough to stick to the shrimp."

"No problem, leave it to me." Wen Shui picked up the chopsticks and started stirring.

Before long, half a basin of batter that looked quite appetizing was ready.

"Is this level okay?" Wen Shui asked.

Eri Kisaki was focused on preparing the sauce and said without turning her head, "Let Yukiko help you check it. It just needs to coat the shrimp."

Warm Water then brought the basin to Yukiko Kudo, who was chopping vegetables behind her.

Yukiko Kudo put down the knife, dipped her slender fingers into the batter and stirred it, seemingly to check its consistency.

Wen Shui's expression changed slightly.

"What's with that expression?" Yukiko asked curiously.

"You didn't wash your hands," Wen Shui said.

Yukiko looked displeased and put her fingertips, still covered in batter, into her warm water and mouth: "The consistency is fine, but taste if there's enough salt?"