Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Yamazaki Tsuneo said politely, "Then I'll leave it to you, Brother Wenshui."

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When Wen Shui arrived at the kitchen, she found that Vermouth was indeed not there.

After he walked around, he went out through a small door on the other side and saw Vermouth leaning against a wooden barrel at the stern of the boat, fiddling with her phone.

The cool sea breeze ruffled her black ponytail, which she was using to impersonate a target. Her face was plain, but her eyes held a chilling gaze.

Warm water approached Vermouth silently.

But just as he got within about 5 meters of Vermouth, Vermouth suddenly pulled out a pocket pistol from somewhere and pointed it at Wen Shui's forehead.

Wen Shui: "Don't be nervous, it's me."

"It's you?" Vermouth seemed somewhat surprised. "I thought some dogs from a transnational crime syndicate had come after us. You... seem even more formidable than before."

Vermouth clearly hadn't expected the warm water to get within about 5 meters of her.

Wen Shui touched her nose: "Of course, I train hard every day."

"The training you're talking about, is it playing house with Xiaolan and the others?" Vermouth smiled.

Wen Shui realized her explanation wasn't working, so she changed the subject: "Why did you come here? The guests over there are calling you to serve drinks. If you don't show up soon, you'll be exposed."

Vermouth: "I'm arranging the assassination of Cheng Zengjian. I need to know where he's staying tonight. I've been busy cooking and haven't had time to arrange for someone to investigate."

Wen Shui glanced at her phone screen: "You can cook?"

“Don’t underestimate me.” Vermouth held up her phone. “Unfortunately, the signal here is too bad, so my message can’t be sent.”

"Poor signal?" Wen Shui looked around and realized that they were indeed quite far from the coastline. "What should we do? Shall I lift you up a bit to try?"

Vermouth nodded and handed the phone to Wen Shui, but even when Wen Shui stood on tiptoe and stretched her arm out as far as she could, it was still difficult for her to receive a signal.

Wen Shui: "What should we do? Maybe we should wait until we get off the ship to decide."

“No, I have limited time. I have to rush to Europe after this is over. I don’t have time to stay here with him.” Vermouth frowned.

Wen Shui thought to herself, "Time is limited, and you even pretended to be a waiter to come and see Xiao Lan."

Vermouth thought for a long time, then suddenly her eyes lit up: "That's it! Let me stand on your shoulders, maybe that way we can receive the signal."

Wen Shui took a step back, looking wary: "Didn't we agree before that we'd sell our art, not our bodies?"

Vermouth lightly stomped her boots, making a crisp sound on the deck: "I'm wearing stockings underneath too, you know. Weren't you staring at Ran's legs the whole time? How about trying something more appealing?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Please don't slander me!" Wen Shui said with dissatisfaction. "How about this, I can step on your shoulder."

Although Vermouth is very popular in the Conan manga and has a sexy figure, Wen Shui still finds it hard to accept a woman with whom he has no emotional connection stepping on his shoulders.

It would be more likely if it were Xiaolan or her friends.

At most, he could add Yukiko Kudo; he'd have to think about Eri Kisaki before even considering it.

Upon hearing this, Vermouth pulled out her miniature pistol from somewhere again: "You want to step on me? Are you sure?"

Wen Shui clicked her tongue in surprise, thinking to herself that this woman's personality was really troublesome.

"Hurry up, or it'll be too late..."

Just as Wen Shui was having an internal struggle, Xiao Lan and Suzuki Sonoko, having noticed that Wen Shui hadn't returned for a while, also went to the kitchen.

After discovering that Wen Shui wasn't there, the two walked along the corridor toward the stern of the ship.

Chapter 178 Oh no, we've been set up by that wicked woman!

Wen Shui had no idea why Vermouth was so fixated on this issue.

If it were someone with a carefree personality like Yukiko Kudo, I could understand Nuwa, but Vermouth is clearly not that kind of person.

The only explanation is that she wanted to create a misunderstanding in front of Xiaolan in this way, so that Xiaolan and he would become estranged.

Vermouth may have sweet words, but she seems to always be wary of him, especially since she knows he has deep ties to the Black Organization.

It's understandable that he didn't want Xiaolan to get involved with him.

However, Wen Shui wouldn't give Vermouth a chance. But looking at the woman's stubbornness, if he didn't coax her, he probably wouldn't get through this today.

Wen Shui looked around and noticed a number of wooden boxes in the corner at the stern of the boat. He went over and tried to lift one, finding it quite heavy. It probably contained canned food or something similar.

"Why don't you stand on the box and I'll lift you up?" Wen Shui suggested.

Vermouth: "Okay, but you'd better hold me steady. If you drop me, you'll lose your pay."

What a fickle and cold-blooded woman! She was just putting on that ambiguous expression a moment ago, making me waste brain cells thinking about all sorts of nonsense.

Wen Shui nodded in agreement.

Vermouth locked her phone, gripped it tightly in her hand, and then lightly touched the deck with the toes of her black leather boots, calmly stepping onto a stack of wooden crates more than a meter high.

Wen Shui walked over, took a deep breath, grabbed the top wooden box, and with a burst of strength, lifted it up shakily like a weightlifter.

Vermouth stretched out her arms and adjusted her balance in mid-air: "I didn't expect you to be so strong. You seem as powerful as vodka."

"You're mocking me, aren't you? I can tell," Wen Shui replied with a dark expression.

After lifting the box overhead, the amount of energy required to hold the warm water was actually less. Given his current physical condition, maintaining this position for an hour would not be a problem at all.

Vermouth discovered that the warm water kept the box stable, so she immediately took out her phone and sent a message to her subordinates, arranging for different people to investigate the hotel that Cheng Zengjian had booked, including whether he had any other plans.

Wen Shui waited for about a minute: "So, did you get in touch?"

"The signal is a bit weak, we'll have to wait a while longer," Vermouth said lazily.

The other person's tone made Wen Shui look up involuntarily: "You haven't already made the contact, have you? Let me see."

Vermouth knelt down on one knee, squatted on the wooden crate, and then turned her phone screen towards the warm water: "You're quite the schemer. Didn't we agree to trust each other when we worked together before?"

Wen Shui thought to herself, "Isn't that just being polite?"

However, he said, "Of course, but trust also needs to be maintained. I'm currently working to strengthen the trust between us."

Wen Shui looked closely at the phone screen and found that the message was indeed stuck on the transmission screen.

Damn it, it's so annoying that there's no signal here. Why would the murderer come here to fish? Could it be that he specifically chose this place because it's inconvenient to contact the police?

At this moment, Vermouth stood up again, held her phone high, and then stomped her feet lightly on the wooden box like a naughty little girl.

Wen Shui said with displeasure, "Hey, why are you dancing now?"

"So, do you like it?" Vermouth's flippant laughter drifted away on the sea breeze.

"Please don't bother me. It would be troublesome if someone overheard. I guess the captain will be looking for you soon. You should think about how to explain your dereliction of duty later," Wen Shui couldn't help but advise.

Wen Shui was also very curious as to why Vermouth would wear black knee-high boots that matched her aesthetic style when she was disguised as someone else, and that she was also wearing black stockings underneath.

Logically speaking, a cook who does this kind of work wouldn't choose such inconvenient clothing.

Vermouth: "Are you wondering why I'm wearing stockings?"

Wen Shui was startled. This woman was too exaggerated; she actually guessed what he was thinking.

Seeing that Wen Shui remained silent, Vermouth took the initiative to explain: "Actually, I didn't originally plan to pretend to be a cook. It's easy to be exposed when I cook for others, which is very troublesome."

But the wealthy businessman I was supposed to impersonate was taken away by the police because of his involvement in a case. If I show up here, I'm afraid it will cause trouble for Xiaolan.”

"It will also cause me trouble," Wen Shui corrected.

Vermouth covered her mouth and let out a silvery laugh, then simply sat down on the wooden box.

Those long, beautiful legs hung down from top to bottom, and the black knee-high leather boots swayed gently in front of Wen Shui's eyes.

A subtle scent of leather and a sensual fragrance wafted towards you.

Wen Shui subconsciously held his breath, not wanting the bad woman's scent to pollute his precious nasal cavity, but he had to admit that if he ignored Vermouth's personality and status...

This woman is incredibly bold and knows how to understand men's desires; she'd be quite suitable to be a mistress.

I wonder if former idol Yukiko Kudo could recreate that feeling.

Wait a minute, Wen Shui suddenly came to her senses.

What am I thinking?

No, no, it must be the perfume on Vermouth that's the problem. I've heard before that the organization has researched perfumes specifically for female agents, and apparently there are several different types.

Some can make men lower their guard, while others can directly make them fall into a state of infatuation.

Could Vermouth be using him as a guinea pig? Thinking of this, Wen Shui decided to remember this taste and have Ai Haibara study it when he got back, just in case.

Oh, and if possible, it would be best to take Vermouth's clothes back with you.

Wen Shui made up her mind to find an excuse to secretly hide her apron after the case was exposed.

"Hey, you're not saying anything. Are you thinking of something naughty?" Vermouth said in a flippant tone. "Could it be... that woman Sherry doesn't play these kinds of games with you?"

Wen Shui: "I'm not that bored."

Vermouth: "You risked being killed by the organization at any moment to save her. That woman wouldn't be using you as a guinea pig, would she?"

Wen Shui, of course, wouldn't fall for such a level of provocation.

However, it seems that even though the two sides are now cooperating, Vermouth still harbors a lot of resentment towards Ai Haibara. Every time she talks about Ai Haibara, she can't help but make a few sarcastic remarks.

"Who said that? She used to keep me company all the time." Wen Shui couldn't help but stand up for Ai Haibara. "Even after her body shrank, Ai often helped me relieve stress."

For the first time, Vermouth's face showed a look of shock:

"Can my body... shrink? Is that okay?"

"It's not as exaggerated as you think, and there's no need to publicize this kind of thing everywhere," Wen Shui added.

“I’m going to call the police.” After Vermouth finished speaking, Wen Shui heard a series of phone dialing sounds above her head.

Wen Shui: "Didn't you say there was no signal? And don't forget who you are now."

Wen Shui felt a little overwhelmed by this woman's thought process, but he also knew that Vermouth was just joking and wouldn't actually tell Ran about Ai Haibara, so he simply changed the subject, "Stop messing around, can you hurry up?"

“Well…” Vermouth paused suddenly, “Okay, move a little closer to the side of the boat.”

"Okay, hold on tight so you don't fall into the sea. Just so you know, I can't swim and I can't save you." Wen Shui carried the wooden box to the stern of the ship.

The sea in front of me was calm and the dark water was deep and fascinating, but looking at it for too long could give you a slightly creepy feeling.

Wen Shui looked away: "Is this okay?"