Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Xiao Lan felt a little embarrassed by the stares from the others, and subconsciously adjusted her position, hiding behind Wen Shui.

Wen Shui glared at those bastards for a few seconds, and her terrifying aura scared them away.

Sonoko Suzuki pouted and said with envy, "Damn it, I wanted to go for a pure and innocent look, but it seems like I went a little too far."

Sonoko Suzuki was wearing the same tracksuit she had worn before, a long-sleeved jacket and trousers, with only her ankles and hands exposed.

Of course, she would be wearing clothes underneath.

Ran smiled and said, "But I think Sonoko, you're great this way."

Sonoko Suzuki sighed, "I should have borrowed that black dress from your suitcase. It probably suits my skin tone quite well..."

Sonoko Suzuki was speaking when Ran covered her mouth, saying, "Let's hurry inside, I'm starving."

After saying that, Ran dragged Suzuki Sonoko away like a corpse.

Wen Shui looked at the two figures with a puzzled expression.

A black dress?

That's strange. Didn't Xiaolan just say that she changed into this tube skirt because she didn't have any other clothes?

Chapter 189 Sonoko: How about I call you master next time?

Wen Shui watched with suspicion as Xiao Lan pulled Yuan Zi through the glass revolving door of the barbecue restaurant.

The waiter in charge of reception immediately came up and talked to Xiaolan.

After saying a few words, he called over a waitress who looked like a college student working on holiday and led Xiaolan and Sonoko towards their seats.

Before leaving the store, Xiaolan glanced back guiltily, only to see her hand resting on the warm water against the glass revolving door.

A blush crept across Xiaolan's fair cheeks. She shrank back and jogged away from the shop entrance.

Warm water flows through the glass revolving door into the barbecue restaurant, where the sounds of lively conversation and the rich aroma of grilled meat, along with the clinking of glasses, fill the air.

The warm water gives you the illusion of taking off your noise-canceling headphones on a busy street.

It seems this store targets the working class, attracting customers with a lively atmosphere and low prices.

Upon entering the store, a huge sculpture of a charcoal grill comes into view. The stone tablet below the sculpture is inscribed with the origin and development history of the store, indicating that it should be a national chain brand store.

Behind the oven statue is the bar, where several girls in work clothes are gathered, constantly talking to the employees standing behind the bar. Judging from the sweat on their foreheads, they have probably been busy without a break since dinner time began.

Xiaolan had mentioned that this restaurant should have private rooms, but they were probably on the second floor.

The entire first floor has tables on both sides, and every table is full of people. The airflow from the burning charcoal is drawn away by the smoke hood on the grill, and the food on the table looks tempting under the lights. Every guest has a happy smile on their face.

However, Ran and Sonoko were not seen in Wenshui.

Uncle Mori and Conan rushed into the store to use the restroom as soon as they got out of the car, and Wen Shui didn't see the two of them either.

As Wen Shui was pondering whether to call Xiao Lan or ask someone else, a tall girl with light makeup walked over: "Hello, do you have an appointment?"

Her uniform was sexier than those of the waitresses at the bar, revealing more of her thighs and wearing more sexy high heels.

It seems the owner of this restaurant knows quite a bit about how to win over customers.

Wen Shui nodded: "Yes, the two girls who went in just now are my friends."

"Ah, so you're that..." The waitress in the high-slit skirt looked surprised. "Are you Ms. Sonoko's servant?"

Wen Shui looked puzzled.

What the heck? How did he suddenly become a servant?

However, it seems that Sonoko must have specifically instructed the waiter in front of her, which is why the waiter addressed him in this way.

Wen Shui was too lazy to argue anymore; he was starving. "I guess so," he said. "Where did they book?"

"Let me take you there." The waitress said, calling over another girl dressed in the same clothes as her. After saying a few words, she turned and led Wen Shui upstairs.

Wen Shui followed behind the waitress, watching her swaying, graceful curves, and couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

He wasn't prone to lust every time he met a woman, and his mood was relatively calm at the moment. He was just a little curious about how much this girl earned a month here.

If you encounter an rude customer who gropes you from behind, would you pretend not to notice or get angry?

Wen Shui felt it was more likely to be the former, because when he saw the girl's thighs at the door earlier, her expression didn't change at all.

It seems they've gotten used to things like this.

The two went up the stairs to the second floor, where the decor was more sophisticated than downstairs, but still mainly simple.

There is a small "water-spitting toad" crouching right opposite the stairwell.

Similarly, on both sides of the staircase, there are many fully enclosed private rooms arranged in sequence. These rooms are equipped with air purification systems, which not only satisfy the privacy of guests but also ensure that the air in the room will not affect their health.

As soon as Wen Shui went upstairs, she saw Uncle Mori and Conan coming out of the bathroom. The two of them were clutching their stomachs and looked pale. They said they had gotten sick from eating takoyaki they bought in front of the pachinko parlor.

Wen Shui: "Weren't you two in a hurry? Why did you run upstairs to the toilet?"

Kogoro Mouri: "There are no seats on the first floor. I didn't expect this place to be so popular. By the way, where's Ran?"

"They've already gone to the private room, let's go there quickly too," Wen Shui said.

Waitress: Gentlemen, this way please.

Just as the group was about to head towards the private room, a man with dyed red hair came upstairs in high spirits, carrying several large plates of meat.

The red-haired man was wearing a black leather jacket and had many metal pendants hanging from his ears; he was clearly not a staff member of this store.

Wen Shui asked curiously, "Do guests at your restaurant serve themselves their meals?"

The waitress was also surprised: "No, we always bring them to the table."

Just then, the red-haired man came towards them carrying a plate. He probably didn't have experience carrying so many plates at once, and he lost his balance: "Ah!"

The plate and the beef inside were about to fall to the ground.

Fortunately, Wen Shui and the waitress with him reacted quickly and took the plate from him.

The red-haired man breathed a sigh of relief, still shaken: "Thank you, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

"Don't be shy," Wen Shui smiled. "But why did you take the meat yourself?"

The red-haired man said somewhat embarrassedly, "Hehe, this is very high-grade Wagyu beef. It's the first time I've ever eaten it in my life. I'm so excited that I wanted to personally bring it over to surprise my girlfriend."

"Oh, I see." Wen Shui nodded. "Then you and your girlfriend must have a great relationship."

“We’ve known each other since elementary school, and we’re getting married soon.” The red-haired man seemed to be in a very good mood and started talking to Wen Shui. “I was worried that I could only buy the cheapest house in the area, and that Zhizi’s family might look down on me.”

I didn't expect to meet an uncle at the pachinko parlor today who left me half a box of pachinko balls.

I spent an afternoon playing on his machine and won over a million yuan. Now I have a house and a car. That uncle is truly my benefactor!

Wen Shui looked at the red-haired man with a strange expression: "Do you think that uncle has a small mustache and a very exaggerated smile?"

"Huh, you... you don't know him, do you?" Daisuke was startled.

Wen Shui suddenly appeared behind him, revealing Kogoro Mouri and Conan.

Kogoro Mouri rushed over and grabbed Daisuke by the collar: "Damn it, how did you win so much money? Even if that machine had taken a lot of money before, there was absolutely no way it could have given back 300,000 yen!"

Daisuke: "I don't know, maybe it was just luck."

"Luck?" Kogoro Mouri's expression turned ugly.

Daisuke: "Thank you, uncle. May I ask if you could also attend my wedding? I'd like you to be my witness."

"You brat, give me back my luck!" Kogoro Mouri, enraged, grabbed the other man by the collar and shook him violently, even shedding tears of grief.

Conan, standing nearby, covered his mouth with his hand to suppress his laughter.

At this moment, her companion, who had been called by the waitress in the high-slit skirt, also arrived. She had originally planned to ask her companion to help deliver the meat to the red-haired man's private room, but she didn't expect this unexpected incident to occur.

Several waiters from the store stood in the corridor watching the show, carrying expensive Wagyu beef that they had "bought with Uncle Mori's luck."

The noise finally woke Xiaolan and Yuanzi up from their private room.

Seeing Kogoro Mouri arguing with a man with dyed red hair, Ran rushed over and grabbed her father's hand: "Dad, what's wrong with you? You're fighting before you've even had a drink?"

"I didn't fight! This kid stole all my luck! That's over a million yen! Enough for me to not work for months!" Kogoro Mori said, heartbroken.

Xiaolan: "Dad, this will affect the other guests. Please let go of my hand first..."

Since it was a dispute between guests, the waitresses did not step in to stop it, but immediately contacted the lobby manager.

While Ran was trying her best to persuade Uncle Mori, Sonoko Suzuki came over with a gossipy look and asked Nuku: "Hey, what's going on? Uncle Mori seems to have been tricked?"

"Reporting to Miss, I have no idea." Wen Shui deliberately put on a respectful expression.

He was clearly mocking Sonoko Suzuki for saying he was a servant earlier.

Sonoko Suzuki stuck out her cute tongue: "Hehehe, I was just kidding, you don't have to hold a grudge like that."

Wen Shui's expression remained unchanged, but she felt a sense of relief.

The fact that Sonoko Suzuki could make such a joke suggests that she didn't take what happened that afternoon to heart. Before, Numizu was a little worried that this incident might create a rift between the two of them.

But it seems that Sonoko is still the same as before, a kind girl without any airs of a rich girl.

With this in mind, Wenshui decided to continue acting alongside Suzuki Sonoko.

Seeing that Wenshui remained silent for a long time, Suzuki Sonoko sighed and said, "Alright, alright, how about next time we go to a restaurant, I'll be your maid?"

Warm Water: "Does it have to be when we're eating at a restaurant?"

Sonoko Suzuki was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that Numizu was making a suggestive joke, and couldn't help but hit him: "You're so mean, Numizu-kun!"

As Wen Shui watched Suzuki Sonoko's face gradually turn red, she couldn't resist the urge to pinch it to test its softness, but she refrained from doing so.

To outsiders, Wenshui and Sonoko's flirtatious banter made them look like a couple who had just started dating.

The waiters nearby didn't seem surprised at all.

However, after Xiaolan caught a glimpse of the situation at Wenshui's place, her demeanor changed drastically: "Dad, didn't I tell you that this would affect the other guests' dining experience?"

As the girl questioned him, a slender little hand pressed against Kogoro Mouri's stomach.

Uncle Maori's eyes widened, and his tongue lolled out.

Then the body slowly slid down.

Xiaolan supported her father's body with one hand, her expression like that of a Valkyrie returning from the battlefield.