Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Xiao Lan quickly grabbed her father: "Dad, calm down. The plane just encountered some problems, it will be fine soon."

"airplane?"

Kogoro Mori looked out the window and found that instead of blue sky and white clouds, he saw clusters of black thunderclouds flashing with lightning.

Uncle Mori's fear of heights kicked in, and his face turned deathly pale: "Oh no, oh no! I told you not to fly! We should have driven back! Now we're going to be smashed to pieces..."

While shouting, Kogoro Mouri nervously clung to the leg of the chair, refusing to let go.

While this method can alleviate people's panic to some extent, the plane is currently in an unstable turbulent state, and the fuselage will occasionally sway from side to side to adjust its balance.

This makes it easy for Uncle Mori's posture to cause him to be thrown out and hit the wall when the plane suddenly changes balance.

Ran had no choice but to ask Sonoko to help her press Uncle Mori back into the chair.

To prevent her father's struggle from disturbing the surrounding guests, Ran gently used karate fighting techniques to help Uncle Mori calm down.

The kids on the Junior Detective League's side were also very panicked, after all, it was the first time they had encountered such a thing.

Scenes of plane crashes from movies they'd seen on TV kept flashing through the minds of the kids.

Of the group, only Ai Haibara and Conan maintained relatively calm expressions.

"We're not going to die here, are we?" Genta Kojima clutched his head, his face pale. "No way! I haven't had enough eel rice yet, and I haven't collected all the Kamen Rider cards. I don't want to die here!"

Mitsuhiko comforted him, "Don't worry, Genta. This level of tremor is normal. Didn't the flight attendants say we'd be through this cloud layer in ten minutes?"

Although Mitsuhiko tried to appear calm, the cold sweat on his forehead revealed his true nervousness.

"I don't want to die here!"

Ayumi closed her eyes and hugged Conan's hand, trying to ease her fear in this way.

Conan did not resist this time because he could sense Ayumi's fear. He grabbed Ayumi's small hand as if she were a younger sister and said, "Don't be afraid, Yoshida-san. Mitsuhiko is right. This level of turbulence is actually a very common situation for airplanes."

"Really?" Ayumi looked up at Conan with admiration.

Conan's expression was a little unnatural: "Of course, similar things have been talked about on TV. I've told you to watch more science-related programs and not just Kamen Rider all the time."

The conversation between the two also attracted the attention of Mitsuhiko, Genta, and others nearby.

Mitsuhiko and Genta stared at Conan and Ayumi's clasped hands with hostility.

Even Ai Haibara couldn't help but snort coldly.

Conan looked at Ai Haibara speechlessly, thinking to himself, "It's one thing for those two brats to glare at me, but why are you making that face too?"

Even though her own body shrunk, she still had an ambiguous relationship with Wen Shui, and was often so angry that she couldn't eat. This is a comment from Professor Agasa.

Of course, Conan only dared to think these things to himself and did not dare to show the slightest disrespect to Ai Haibara.

Conan's biggest worry right now is whether his mother, Yukiko Kudo, will see Ayumi hugging him and use it as a topic to tease him.

While comforting Ayumi, Conan craned his neck to look in the direction of Yukiko Kudo.

Then he was surprised to find that Yukiko Kudo and Nukami were sitting calmly in their chairs, seemingly discussing the movie plot. Because of the angle, Conan's view was blocked by Nukami's body.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief; at least no one was paying attention to him.

He didn't want to be questioned by his mother every day about whether he liked Ayumi or Ran. Conan couldn't help but think to himself, "A mother who would ask such a question is probably only Yukiko Kudo in the whole world."

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Just as Conan breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his guard.

Mrs. Kudo's heart was in her throat, because Onami Kazuki had not only blatantly grabbed her hand, but also gently kneaded it in a slightly frivolous manner.

"Are you... are you crazy?"

Yukiko Kudo didn't dare to speak loudly, worried that if the people next to her saw her, she could really be so ashamed that she would jump off the plane.

But for some reason, this feeling of unease and immorality...

It was as if alcohol was being transmitted through the blood to every corner of Yukiko Kudo's body.

An unprecedented sense of pleasure welled up inside her, and Yukiko Kudo even had to force herself not to show her excitement in front of the warm water.

Wen Shui looked at her innocently: "What's wrong? I lent you my hand because I was worried you were scared."

Yukiko Kudo was so angry that her shoulders trembled violently. As her body temperature rose, her delicate collarbone was covered with an alluring light pink.

This also made Mrs. Kudo's soft, boneless little hand even more alluring than before, when held in warm water.

Its delicate and soft texture is like a piece of cream pudding, so soft and chewy that you can't put it down.

The wonderful feel and Mrs. Kudo's amusing reaction made Wen Shui unable to resist using his index finger to pry open her clenched fist and touch the soft flesh of Yukiko Kudo's palm, which was covered in fragrant sweat.

I gently scratched it with my fingernail.

Yukiko Kudo suddenly jolted, staring at the warm water with disbelief.

Then she immediately looked in Conan's direction and found that Conan was busy with the Detective Boys and was also blocked by Wen Shui's body, so he couldn't pay attention to this side.

"Let go! We're doomed if someone sees us!" Yukiko Kudo was furious.

Wen Shui said gently, "It's okay, no one will notice. Besides, you must be very scared because you're shaking so badly."

Yukiko Kudo's face turned red, and she said resentfully, "Don't look down on me. I'm not as afraid of heights as that Mori guy."

"Then why are your hands shaking?"

"What do you say?"

"Could it be..." Wen Shui suddenly realized, "that your heart was pounding after holding my hand?"

"You little bastard..." Just as Yukiko Kudo was about to get angry and throw Wen Shui over her shoulder, she raised her long, beautiful black legs and noticed that Conan had noticed the situation and was looking over.

Yukiko Kudo had no choice but to sit back down, but if she stayed in that position, she wouldn't be able to break free from the warm water's large hand.

To save face, Yukiko Kudo had no choice but to adopt the demeanor of an elder: "Hmph, you're not scared, are you? In that case,"

These kinds of words can only fool herself, but sometimes, the difference between having this fig leaf and not having it is quite significant.

With this explanation, Yukiko Kudo could at least barely convince herself.

I endured ten agonizing yet exciting minutes with my hand held by warm water, and finally the plane flew out of the clouds.

Yukiko Kudo finally found a reasonable excuse to shake off Wen Shui's hand, but she found that Wen Shui actually let go of her hand on her own initiative.

This action left Yukiko with a feeling of emptiness and made her start to feel anxious and insecure.

That wretched brat, he's really good at dealing with women. If it were a teenage girl just entering puberty, she'd probably be easily taken advantage of by this kid.

Yukiko Kudo rubbed her wrist while staring coldly at the lukewarm water.

In Wenshui, after completing today's friendly interaction between a female boss and subordinate with Mrs. Kudo, the plane landed at Beika Airport.

Wen Shui took out her phone and checked the time, only to find that it wasn't even noon yet.

He felt it was a bit of a stretch to go to Xiaolan's house for a meal now, but he had been through so much these past two days that he didn't want to go home and cook anymore.

Why don't we just eat out?

Just then, a message came through on my phone from Vermouth, asking if it was a convenient time to talk and if so, to call her back in a quiet place.

"I'm going to the restroom." Wen Shui hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked towards the smoking area on the plane.

Yukiko Kudo bit her lip, looking at Wen Shui's retreating figure with a complicated expression, and began to doubt Wen Shui's explanation again.

But didn't this kid just get back?

Could it be that after he grabbed her hand just now, he had some bad intentions again?

That's incredibly fast!

Yukiko looked away, lowered her head, and clutched the fabric of her dress with her small, fair hands, her mind once again filled with conflicting thoughts.

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Upon arriving at the smoking area, Wen Shui noticed that many passengers, still shaken by the earlier air crash warning, had come to the smoking area to relieve their stress.

Men and women gathered together, smoking and chatting about rumors of the plane crash.

This is clearly not the place to call Vermouth.

Wen Shui had no choice but to go back to the bathroom, go inside, lock the door, and then take out her phone to find the "female boss's" number in her contacts.

After pressing the dial button, only one ring was heard before Vermouth's languid and charming voice came through the receiver: "So slow? If you don't call back soon, I'm ready to go to Kumamoto to find you."

"It's not easy for me to find a place while I'm on a plane," Wen Shui explained.

"An airplane?" Vermouth was clearly taken aback. "You've already returned to Beika Town?"

Wen Shui: "Yes, I came back as soon as things were over."

Before coming to Kumamoto, Wenshui informed Vermouth in advance, so Vermouth knew he was there to discuss the movie, but she probably didn't know that he had been tricked by Ran and the others into coming to watch the tennis match.

However, considering that there was a television broadcast of the incident at the stadium, it's possible that Vermouth called to reprimand him because she saw the reports about him.

With this in mind, Wen Shui tried her best to keep a low profile and avoid provoking this terrifying woman who was both righteous and wicked.

Unexpectedly, Vermouth said in a lighthearted tone, "Alright, then you can go home and rest for a while, and come back to Kumamoto in a few days."

"A mission?"

"Yes, I'm sending you to kill someone..."

Vermouth then told Wen Shui about the organization's plan to eliminate Cheng Zengjian.

Of course, she omitted the bet with Gin, only saying that the politician Kenzo Narumi, who had previously organized the tennis tournament, was blocking the Black Organization's path, so this person had to be eliminated.

Wen Shui looked troubled: "This isn't a good idea. My current identity is clean. If I get a criminal record, the organization will lose a key pawn. I'm dreaming of getting into the University of Tokyo and becoming an inside agent for the organization."

Vermouth: "Don't try to fool me with the same excuses you use to fob off Gin. Don't worry, I'll secretly help you and minimize your risk of getting caught."

Warm water was still somewhat unwilling.

It wasn't that he was too compassionate to kill, but rather that if he risked being exposed to the police because of scum like Cheng Zengjian, it wouldn't be worth it.

Vermouth sighed upon seeing this: "Regarding that villa you mentioned last time, if you perform well on this mission, you should be able to get it very soon."

Wen Shui's expression changed swiftly: "I've long heard the rumors about that treacherous congressman's corruption. Since the organization has made arrangements, let me uphold justice."

"Your change of heart is a bit too fast," Vermouth said, speechless. "And don't forget, our organization is much worse than that senator."

That's you guys. I was forced to join the Black Organization.

However, Wen Shui said, "Is that so? But isn't it said that justice is written by the victor? I currently blindly support Lady Vermouth's decision."