Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

“I know, that’s why I didn’t use too much force,” Wen Shui said.

Xiaolan hurriedly said, "But if we don't spread the news immediately, I'm afraid more people will be in danger. They must be planning to do bad things."

Wen Shui gently tucked Xiao Lan's hair behind her ear, his hand brushing against her slightly flushed cheeks. The silky touch sent a shiver through Wen Shui's heart.

"Don't worry, I've already told Uncle Mori and the others. The tennis match will be fine."

"Tennis match?"

Xiaolan exclaimed, "So their target really was the tennis match venue?"

Warm Water: "Pretty much, but don't worry, I've already prepared everything."

Wen Shui had already thoroughly examined the case on his way here.

This group's target was Kenzo Narumi, the councilor who organized the Fire Country Cup tennis charity tournament. Their plan was to make their move when Narumi presented the awards to the winners after the tournament.

Then, another of their accomplices, Tachikawa Masato, who had won the tennis tournament, killed Narumi Kenzo.

The reason for devising such a complicated plan was that Cheng Zengjian had hired a group of bodyguards to surround him all day long, in addition to Cheng Zengjian's status as a member of parliament.

To get close to him and also have the chance to kill him is an impossible task.

The reason these thugs brought Xiaolan here was to prevent her from leaking the information. If Cheng Zengjian canceled the tennis match or didn't personally present the awards, it would be even more difficult for them to find a similar opportunity again.

Now that she knew the criminals' plan, Wen Shui was no longer in a hurry.

I just need to find a way to get back to the competition venue before the awards ceremony and prevent the murder from happening.

Of course, using this opportunity to expose the true colors of the councilor is also part of the Warm Water Project. In any case, Warm Water will not let go of anything that can speed up the research process.

Seeing Wen Shui's calm expression, Xiao Lan's heart was in turmoil, like an ant on a hot pan.

Because Wen Shui always showed this expression, she later solved the case almost without any problems.

Xiaolan also believed that Wen Shui wouldn't joke about people's lives; he must have been absolutely certain before doing so.

In other words, it's probably unlikely that he can escape the "punishment" of the warm water by committing murder.

Recalling Wen Shui's heroic figure as she pushed open the door and entered, as if a divine warrior had descended from the heavens, Xiao Lan's heart beat even faster.

She bit her lip lightly, looking down at the fair skin of her thighs beneath her tennis skirt:

"What kind of punishment do you want?"

"I don't know, what do you think is the best way to heal the wounds in my heart?" Wen Shui asked with a playful smile.

Then he gently grasped a strand of Xiaolan's long black hair on her shoulder, wrapped it around his fingers, and felt the silky smooth texture caressing his fingertips.

This somewhat frivolous act stirred a strange ripple in the hearts of the man and woman locked in the closed warehouse.

The feeling of warmth is a subtle sense of conquest.

Xiaolan's situation was even more complicated. Besides shame, indignation, and a slight sense of humiliation, what was more obvious was the feeling of being pampered and cherished.

She even had the urge to move the warm water to another spot from time to time, but she quickly suppressed it.

Wait a minute, this jerk Wen Shui is clearly being rude to me, so why am I feeling this way?

Xiaolan was very confused.

But this confusion couldn't solve the immediate problem. Xiaolan gritted her teeth and hesitated for a long time.

Xiao Lan blushed and took the initiative to invite, "You...you've come all this way, you must be tired, why don't you rest your head on my lap for a bit?"

Wen Shui blinked, slightly surprised.

Wait, is it a lap pillow?

He never expected that the shy Xiaolan would suggest this kind of punishment. He had thought that Xiaolan was going to take off his socks for him again.

Of course, Wen Shui never expected anything like that.

Wen Shui's gaze fell on Xiao Lan's slender, beautiful legs. Because she was going to participate in a tennis match, Xiao Lan was wearing a white tennis short-sleeved shirt and a short skirt.

For ease of movement, the short skirt is designed to be very thin, naturally exposing more of the thigh skin to the air.

Those legs, as translucent and beautiful as mutton fat jade, are so enticing that just one glance makes you want to try their softness and suppleness.

Not to mention you can use it as a pillow to rest.

Warm Water: "Okay, let's take a rest first."

Wen Shui rested her face on Xiao Lan's lap, her smooth, slender legs carrying just the right amount of body heat, and the girl's clear fragrance wafted towards her.

The warm water pressed against her silky skin, and it seemed as if one could feel Xiaolan's heart pounding.

"Is this okay?" Xiaolan asked, blushing.

Wen Shui felt the temperature of the girl's cheek and frowned slightly: "I feel a little uncomfortable, I'll go somewhere else."

As he spoke, he moved his cheek slightly upwards.

It was originally placed near Xiaolan's knees, where there wasn't much flesh, so it wasn't as comfortable as where there was more flesh.

However, this meant that if Wen Shui turned her head slightly, her face would bump into Xiao Lan's abs.

Such intimate lap pillow service.

This caused a ripple of emotion to stir within Xiaolan.

Especially when I look at Wen Shui's handsome and sunny profile, my heart beats even faster.

To hide her shyness, Xiaolan gently shook her head, letting her long, slender black hair fall naturally, even though she couldn't move her hands or feet.

Soft strands of hair covered her face with warm water.

Xiaolan thought that things would be much better if she couldn't see his face.

However, she did not expect that when the smooth, fine hair brushed against her warm cheeks, it brought an even more alluring shampoo scent.

Wen Shui couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

"What are you yelling about?" Xiaolan's eyes widened as she moved the hair covering her warm face away.

Warm Water: "Huh, didn't you do this on purpose?"

"Who, who would deliberately try to please you?" Xiaolan asked incredulously.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "Alright, since it wasn't intentional, let's take it as punishment and continue."

"Huh?"

Xiao Lan's eyes widened; she hadn't expected to have gotten herself into trouble.

However, she was in the wrong after all, and besides, after the continuous intimate contact, Xiaolan's emotions were also slightly aroused.

She awkwardly shook her head from side to side, trying to control her hair as it gently slid across her face in the warm water.

Feeling Xiaolan's gentle care, Wen Shui felt as if her soul was about to leave her body; it was incredibly comfortable.

However, he soon noticed that Xiaolan's neck was a bit awkward, and her movements were not very natural when she turned her head from side to side.

Could it be that he got injured just now?

Thinking of this, Wen Shui quickly stopped her: "It's alright now. What happened to your shoulder? Did you hurt it earlier?"

"No," Xiaolan pouted, seemingly a little dissatisfied. "What's wrong? Are you tired of this game?"

"How could that be? You could play with it your whole life and never get tired of it." Wen Shui looked at her affectionately.

"Come on, come on."

Xiao Lan's heart nearly jumped out of her chest from the scalding gaze of the warm water, and she quickly looked away.

Wen Shui rested his head on Xiao Lan's lap, looking at the girl's rosy cheeks and a few mischievous strands of hair stuck to her delicate lips, and couldn't help but remind her: "Wait a minute, there's something stuck to the corner of your mouth."

Xiao Lan was taken aback at first.

Then she glared at Wen Shui with indignant eyes, leaving him completely bewildered.

After a long pause, Xiaolan seemed to have made up her mind: "Damn it, I know, but I can't tell anyone."

Warm water: ? ? ?

Before Wen Shui could react, Xiao Lan lowered her head.

Her fleshy lips trembled slightly, and the girl closed her eyes. However, judging from the trembling of her long eyelashes, Xiaolan must have been extremely nervous.

Of course, this is not the main thing.

To Wen Shui's astonishment, Xiao Lan actually spat out a stream of translucent saliva from her crystal-clear lips.

The saliva flowed vertically downwards, clearly aimed at the warm water on the lips.

"Wait a minute! What's going on?" Wen Shui exclaimed.

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After telling Kogoro Mouri and the others that Nuku had gone to see Ran, Yukiko Kudo called Nuku.

Unfortunately, Wen Shui had already silenced her phone beforehand in order to punish Xiao Lan.

When they couldn't get through on the phone, everyone started to speculate whether Wen Shui had also been subdued by the criminals.

Considering that even someone as skilled in karate as Xiaolan was captured, people speculated that these criminals were definitely not ordinary people, and might even be a transnational criminal organization.

The group then went to the local police station to report the incident.

They were received by a patrol officer named Kato, but after investigating the "Hiruko Town" that Ran mentioned on the phone, the police did not find any similar places near Kumamon.

The investigation has reached a stalemate.

Sonoko Suzuki covered her face and cried, repeatedly saying that it was because of her suggestion that Ran and Nukumizu were put in danger.

The others kept trying to comfort Sonoko, but to little avail.

Yukiko Kudo, who was standing next to her, also felt a bit choked up, but she suddenly realized that she didn't seem to have the right to vent her emotions in front of everyone like Sonoko did.

Although, as Shinichi Kudo's mother, she could certainly share in his sadness and grief.

However, that wasn't the feeling Yukiko Kudo wanted, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

Mrs. Kudo sat in her chair, looking utterly dejected, like someone who had almost been hit by a car, her eyes vacant and lifeless.

Especially when she thought about how Wen Shui had just prayed for her.

That feeling of guilt grew stronger and stronger.