Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"Don't get me wrong, I just thought this thing would bring bad luck, so I asked you to get rid of it for me. Consider it an apology for your rudeness earlier."

After finishing her sentence, Suzuki Sonoko didn't give Wenshui a chance to speak and ran towards the luxury car in the distance.

Wen Shui looked at the doll in her hand with a complicated expression, thinking that this thing was not cheap. Although it was a little dirty, it should still be able to sell for a lot of money.

Perhaps Sonoko Suzuki used this to express her gratitude precisely because she had this in mind.

Wen Shui looked up at the girl's retreating figure running in the night: "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly acting all high and mighty?"

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After parting ways with Wen Shui, Xiao Lan went to a nearby convenience store and bought a dozen beers for her father.

We spent too much time at the art museum, and now it's completely dark. Xiaolan is still a bit excited about solving the case and wants to go back and read some Sherlock Holmes stories.

Instant noodles will do for dinner, plus a dozen beers. Dad shouldn't complain.

Xiaolan hummed a song and pushed open the door to the second floor of the firm with light steps.

Then they noticed a child wearing a blue children's suit and glasses sitting on the sofa, looking curiously toward the door.

Are there any guests?

Xiaolan looked around and found that the little boy was the only person in the room.

Could it be a lost child, or did the father and his parents go out to investigate?

The little boy walked over and asked, "You must be Sister Xiaolan?"

"Huh? You know me?" Xiaolan put the plastic bag she was holding at the door.

"Yes, Uncle Maoli said you cook very well, so I'll be troubling you from now on," the little boy said with a shy smile.

"In the future?" Xiaolan asked, puzzled.

Uncle Mori walked out of the bathroom while drying his hair: "Ran, you're back! That's great, I'm starving."

Xiaolan: "Dad, who is this little boy?"

"Oh, you mean him? This kid's name is Conan Edogawa." Uncle Mori walked over and ruffled Conan's hair. "His parents went to work abroad and left him with Professor Agasa."

Professor Agasa is working on a dangerous research project that could potentially cause an explosion, so he entrusted this kid to me.

Uncle Mori suddenly lowered his voice and said to Xiaolan, "There's quite a bit of child support every month. This kid definitely can't eat that much. The remaining money can be used to improve our lives."

"Dad," Xiaolan frowned, "I've already worked so hard taking care of you, and now I have to take care of someone else too. Please think about me too, okay?"

Uncle Mori: "I'm trying to make money too. Business is so bad right now, you have to understand me as a father."

Conan looked at Ran with pitiful eyes and said, "Ran, I'm a good girl and I won't cause you any trouble."

Ran looked at Conan's pitiful expression and thought about how her father hadn't received any requests in a long time.

She finally sighed and said, "Alright then, I'll go to the shopping street to buy some fresh vegetables later."

Then she also reminded Kogoro Mouri: "But let me make this clear beforehand, Conan is a child who is growing at this age, so we need to make sure he gets the nutrition he needs every day, and then we can pay him the commission fee."

"I know, that money is enough for him to eat his way to fatness." Kogoro Mouri said with a smile, "By the way, this kid is transferring to Teitan Elementary School tomorrow, and an adult needs to take him to complete the procedures. Ran, you take him there."

Xiaolan: "I have to go to school tomorrow."

"I can just ask for leave in the morning. I have something important to do tomorrow," Kogoro Mouri said.

"You must have gone to bet on horses again, right?"

"No, this is a serious matter. A former colleague came to Kyoto to visit me, and I owe him a huge favor," Uncle Mori explained.

Just then, the phone on my desk rang.

Uncle Mori ran over, grabbed the microphone: "This is the Mori Detective Agency. What? Someone's been kidnapped..."

A few minutes later, Kogoro Mouri hung up the phone.

"Yay, finally a case! It's a rich girl who's been kidnapped. I bet I can get a pretty good fee." Uncle Mori said, putting on his clothes while looking at Conan. "This kid is really my lucky star. As soon as he arrives, I have a job."

Xiaolan couldn't help but say, "Dad, if you do this, the client will think you're unreliable, and the commission will be less."

"Stop arguing. I won't be eating at home tonight. You two can take care of yourselves."

Kogoro Mouri got dressed and ran downstairs to the roadside to flag down a car.

Xiaolan walked to the window, looked at her father standing by the roadside stopping a car, and said softly, "Actually, Dad is very serious when he encounters problems. I admired Dad the most when I was a child, and I hoped that I could marry a detective as amazing as him when I grew up."

"By the way, Conan, what do you want to eat tonight? Come with me to the supermarket to buy some things..."

"Huh? Conan?" Ran was surprised to find that Conan had run downstairs at some point and secretly slipped into a taxi.

"Wait a minute, Conan, you can't disturb Dad's work."

Xiaolan put on her shoes at the door and quickly chased after him.

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Meanwhile, the interrogation room at the Shinjuku District Police Station was brightly lit.

The newly captured biker gang members were squatting in a row in the interrogation room.

Most yakuza members either have prominent tattoos, dye their hair in exaggerated colors, or a few are missing their pinky finger.

However, upon closer inspection, one would find that the person with the highest status in this group is actually a middle-aged man who looks like a down-on-his-luck office worker.

The man named Takakura Bunta was wearing an inexpensive suit and hasn't said a word since he was arrested.

On the contrary, it was his underlings who kept speaking rudely.

Takagi Wataru slammed his fist on the table: "Damn it! Don't think you can get away with this by using a few scapegoats. A lot of the parts you used to modify your cars were smuggled in."

Even if I can't find other evidence of a crime, I can still arrest you on charges of smuggling.

This happened very suddenly.

In addition, Takagi Wataru's imposing presence startled many people.

The expressions on the faces of those yakuza members who were shouting were no longer as calm as before.

At this moment, the leader named Takakura Bunta slowly spoke up: "Officer, stop with the scare tactics. This isn't my first time here. Please come in and call our company's lawyer to negotiate with you."

Takakura Bunta and his group were ostensibly employees of a transportation company.

But in reality, that company is a subsidiary of the yakuza organization "Majima-gumi," it's just a convenient way to give its subordinates a legitimate identity.

Enraged, Takagi grabbed Takakura Bunta by the collar: "Say what you just said again?"

"Stop messing around, I'm not like these guys." Takakura Bunta glanced at his henchmen and smiled. "You can't scare me. The harder you beat me, the more money I'll get when I get out."

Takagi was so angry he gritted his teeth.

But what the other party said was right. It was just illegal modification and the sale of smuggled car parts, so there was no way to use more severe interrogation methods, not to mention there were scapegoats who would voluntarily confess.

Just as he was in a dilemma, the door to the interrogation room opened.

Miwako Sato, dressed in a school uniform skirt, stood at the door, holding a transparent evidence bag filled with colorful candies.

Takakura Bunta's expression changed slightly.

Miwako Sato walked to the interrogation table and threw what she was holding onto it: "This was found on the ceiling of the transportation company you run, Mr. Bunta Takakura. Please explain."

Takakura Bunta: "That must have been done by those few new recruits. Young people these days are really unreliable; they've even caused trouble for their bosses."

Clearly, he intends to put forward a few more scapegoats.

Sato Miwako's expression was indifferent as she looked up at the security camera in the corner: "Takagi, go to the equipment room and check the camera. I feel like the camera isn't working."

Takagi Wataru understood and pushed open the door to go out.

Soon, piercing screams echoed from the interrogation room.

After half an hour.

Sato Miwako walked out looking exhausted and handed a statement to Takagi Wataru.

"Sato-senpai is amazing," Takagi Wataru exclaimed.

“You’re a detective, don’t act like a newbie,” Sato Miwako complained. “And don’t get too excited. These people know only so much. I only found out about the source of the smuggled parts. We’re not even sure if we can catch them.”

“That was already pretty impressive. Even my outburst of anger didn’t scare them,” Takagi Wataru said.

“That’s why I’m the deputy inspector, and you’re just the patrol chief.” Sato Miwako looked at him helplessly. “Don’t forget to tell Inspector Megure when you report to him that the criminal tried to steal evidence and accidentally knocked out a tooth.”

"I understand. Let Inspector Megure use his connections in the General Affairs Department..."

Sato Miwako glared at him, and Detective Takagi immediately took back what he was about to say.

After all, even within the Metropolitan Police Department, there are some things that can only be done, not said.

Just then, Miwako Sato's phone rang.

She pressed the answer button, and Miyamoto Yumi's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Want to go out for sushi tonight? It's been a long time since I've been."

Miwako sighed, "Not today. I just got a lead, and I have to take people to confirm it tonight."

"I see..." Miyamoto Yumi was somewhat disappointed.

Miwako Sato: "By the way, how did it go with Chiba? I asked Miike to cheer him on before, did you manage to get there?"

"We arrived too late, but the culprit has already been caught. I heard the case was solved by Ran's classmate," Miyamoto Yumi said.

"Ran's classmate?" Miwako knew that Miyamoto Yumi knew Kudo Shinichi and wouldn't refer to him as "Ran's classmate," so she asked with some surprise, "Isn't that person a manzai master?"

“He’s a master of manzai,” Yumi corrected.

“Is there a difference? In my mind, I’ve already automatically translated this message into, ‘Another unrelated person outside the Metropolitan Police Department has taught us a lesson with ruthless methods.’” Miwako Sato smiled bitterly.

"Haha, that's an interesting way to put it. I feel like you could do manzai too," Miyamoto Yumi joked. "Why don't you team up with that manzai master named Nukumizu?"

"I'd like to, but we'll have to wait until we catch those thugs."

"You're full of energy, Miwako," Miyamoto Yumi said. "By the way, Naoko also asked that manzai master to help her investigate Aoi's matter."

Miwako: "Has she still not given up?"

"Xiao Kui's condition is getting worse and worse. I heard she went to the hospital again last week."

"I see." Miwako glanced at Takagi Wataru, who was eavesdropping around the corner of the corridor. "I understand. I'll visit her when I have a few days off. That's all."

"Well, be careful."