Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Ai Haibara exclaimed, "Doctor, this part can't be shown, fast forward!"

Unfortunately, Ai Haibara's intervention was too late.

In the video, Wen Shui quickly picked her up and pinched her cheeks. Ai Haibara remembers struggling to resist at the time.

However, judging from the footage, it seems more like she's being affectionate with the warm water than resisting it.

Ayumi was a little unhappy: "Mitsuhiko, why did you take pictures of Ai without her permission?"

“I didn’t!” Mitsuhiko argued. “I just noticed the camera was on and was adjusting and checking the settings. I wasn’t even looking at the camera.”

Conan, speechless, fast-forwarded the video; he had no time to watch Wen Shui and Haibara's lovey-dovey display.

If it's with Xiaolan...

Ok? !

Conan suddenly became alert, then quickly pressed the fast-forward button to cover up his inner panic.

Professor Agasa: "Conan, you don't need to keep tapping that. Just press it once to fast forward to a multiple of 2."

Sonoko Suzuki pouted, looking a little unhappy: "That guy, Nukumizu, seems to be especially close to this brat. Damn it, I also have short brown hair."

Ran smiled awkwardly, "Sonoko, you don't need to be jealous of Ai, do you?"

"Who, who's jealous?" Sonoko Suzuki immediately retorted. "I just think that Nukumizu and Ai are getting a little too close, and I'm a little worried that he might turn to crime."

"That's impossible..." Although Xiaolan was speaking up for Wenshui, her tone was clearly not that firm.

Meanwhile, Ai Haibara, the main character who was being discussed by everyone, looked even darker than before.

Although she is currently a child, being surrounded by people watching the video of her acting cute with Wen Shui still made her cheeks burn, especially since Conan and Professor Agasa, who know her true identity, were among those people.

Although this incident cannot be blamed on Wen Shui, since he was probably so captivated by Ai-sama's beautiful figure that he couldn't see Mitsuhiko's camera, it's understandable.

But Ai Haibara still decided to blame Wen Shui for this.

She decided to add something to Wen Shui's dinner, then trick him into going to the lab to teach him a lesson, at least to make him behave himself in the future.

The video quickly fast-forwarded to the point where the scene switched, but after quickly skipping over the scene of Ai Haibara and Nukumi flirting, the camera only captured a few seconds of street scene before it ended.

Everyone watched the street scene repeatedly for those few seconds, but they didn't find any useful information.

The situation has once again reached a stalemate.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Ai Haibara, in an attempt to salvage her reputation in the Detective Boys, cleared her throat and said:

“Perhaps we can think about it from the opposite perspective. I think the perpetrator might not be worried about what Mitsuhiko filmed, but rather what wasn’t filmed in the video.”

Conan's eyes lit up: "That's right, it's that mailbox!"

"Mailbox?" Sonoko Suzuki asked, puzzled. "Why are we suddenly talking about mailboxes?"

Conan: "It's not certain yet. Let's go check the mailbox and we'll find out."

As he spoke, Conan took the lead and ran back to the mailbox that Genta and the others had climbed up earlier. After carefully checking the delivery time posted on it, he discovered that the post office truck had not come to deliver mail to this mailbox when Mitsuhiko was recording the video.

People then began to suspect the motives of the gang: were they trying to attract the attention of the police, or were they really fans of the BIG Osaka team as the letter claimed?

To confirm this, Conan suggested that everyone split up and search for the mail collection times of all the mailboxes in the vicinity.

Conan pushed up his glasses: "Ran-neechan, Sonoko-neechan, if you don't have a communicator, please contact me by phone. Don't forget to take a picture of the time."

"I know, I don't need you to worry about me, you little brat." Sonoko Suzuki put her hands on her hips.

Afterwards, everyone split up and took charge of the mailboxes in a designated area.

Aside from the high morale displayed by the Junior Detective League members, Ai Haibara also temporarily regained her composure.

However, before setting off, Xiaolan saw a red car passing by and couldn't help but show a worried expression.

Sonoko Suzuki: "Ran, why are you so distracted?"

Xiaolan gently shook her head: "It's nothing, I'm just a little worried about Wenshui and Officer Sato."

"Are you worried that Wen Shui and Officer Sato might drive to a secluded place and have sex in their car?" Suzuki Sonoko seemed to have also thought of something terrible.

Xiaolan couldn't help but facepalm: "That kind of thing is impossible. They're not a couple, and even if they were, Officer Sato wouldn't do something so outrageous with Wenshui before the bomber has been caught."

Sonoko Suzuki: "So what are you worried about?"

"Hmm... I have a feeling that Wen Shui is a bit unreliable." Xiao Lan frowned slightly, recalling the "unexpected incidents" that always happened when she was alone with Wen Shui.

I wonder if she's special to Wen Shui, or if that guy treats every girl like that?

"Alright, since there won't be any car sex, there's no need to worry," Sonoko Suzuki advised. "Let's find that bomb-monger quickly, so that Onami won't have any reason to continue being with Officer Sato. Hmph, we'll teach him a lesson at dinner tonight."

Ran was both amused and exasperated: "Is it enough to just do that kind of thing? Sonoko, you really don't have high expectations for your companions."

“There’s no other way. When you encounter someone like Wen Shui, you can only lower your standards.” Sonoko Suzuki spread her hands, looking like she was dealing with a problem child. “Otherwise, we’ll just have to handcuff Wen Shui and lock her in the dungeon.”

Xiaolan: "..."

I wondered if Sonoko had been reading some romance manga with themes like dungeons, imprisonment, and torture devices lately.

But then again, aren't those kinds of topics usually restricted to girls?

Is it really okay to keep a warm water bottle locked up at home as a pet?

Xiaolan subconsciously began to analyze the feasibility of this plan.

Meanwhile, Wen Shui and Shu, who had already driven onto the main road, couldn't help but shiver.

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Meanwhile, on a street in Beika Town.

The red post office van had been parked on the side of the road for more than half an hour. Normally, people would have been curious about why the van was parked there.

But right now, the streets are filled with fans drawn by the Tokyo Spirits' parade and celebration.

No one noticed the mail truck parked in a secluded corner.

At that moment, Kawazu Yasuhiko, wearing a black baseball cap, and his companion, with their heads down, passed by the post office van. After looking around to make sure no one was paying attention, they opened the van door and got in.

Besides a few men fiddling with pistols, there were no other people in the car.

Another man in a mail carrier's uniform was lying on the ground with his hands and feet bound.

A man dressed in the same green postal worker uniform, but with a fierce look, put down his gun, his expression displeased: "Why are you so slow? Didn't I tell you to plant the bomb and come back as soon as possible?"

Kawazu Yasuhiko took off his baseball cap: "Boss, the Metropolitan Police Department sent out too many people. We were worried about being discovered, so we took a detour."

"You shouldn't have been discovered, right?" The man called "boss" had a cold expression, as if he might kill someone to silence them at any moment.

Yasuhiko Kawazu: "How could that be? We took several taxis and the subway, and finally walked all the way back."

"Will the bomb be enough to attract the police's attention?" the gang leader asked.

Kawazu Yasuhiko patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, boss. We've planted bombs in phone booths, trash cans, and bushes along the parade route. That'll definitely lure those idiot cops in the opposite direction from the post office where we're going to make our move."

The man in the mailman's uniform nodded: "Very good. After this is over, you and Matsumoto will get an extra penny."

Another thug named Matsumoto quickly thanked him, saying, "Thank you, brother."

Seeing that his older brother's expression had improved considerably, Kawazu Yasuhiko added with a smile, "Oh, right, I also planted a bomb in a red Mazda. If things get really bad during our escape, we can detonate that car to create chaos for the police."

"It's just a Mazda, what's so special about it?" another thug asked curiously.

Kawazu Yasuhiko said smugly, "That car belonged to a female detective. I hid the bomb in the car while she was inspecting the explosion site."

"The police?" another accomplice exclaimed. "Won't this get us into trouble?"

The man in the mailman's uniform said coldly, "What are you afraid of? We're going overseas to lay low after this job anyway. Killing one more female detective is nothing. If you're a coward, get out of the car now, and we can get a bigger share of the money."

The carriage was completely silent.

Because everyone knows very well that if anyone shows any intention to quit at this time, they will suffer the same fate as the trapped deliveryman—being silenced.

Chapter 195 Dame, don't get it on your legs!

As soon as I got in the car, I felt something was wrong.

He couldn't explain why, but his detective instincts told him that danger was approaching.

However, Wen Shui's intuition is quite different from Conan's, who is struck by lightning and immediately understands the truth.

Wen Shui could indeed see the entry for "Maori Elimination Method" flashing continuously in the semi-transparent system interface in front of him.

Although it wasn't the kind of rapid, continuous flashing, it still made me a little worried, even though the words in my mind would flash whenever I encountered a Conan case before.

But each time it only flashes briefly and then ends.

Wen Shui speculated that it might be because he knew the outcome, so his crisis warning and material gathering efficiency were not that high.

This is the first time I've ever seen such continuous flickering.

In addition, Sato Miwako just said that he only guessed half of it correctly, so there may be other aspects of this case that he is unaware of.

Therefore, this abnormality is even more worrying.

However, after Wen Shui got in the car, she asked Sato Miwako several times, but Sato Miwako kept saying with a straight face that it was a secret of the Metropolitan Police Department and could not be told to outsiders.

This made Wen Shui even more confused. In the past, in order to find the murderer as soon as possible and prevent innocent people from being harmed, Miwako would share more confidential information with him.

What's wrong with me today?

However, since Sato Miwako was unwilling to talk, Wenshui couldn't force her to open up. He could only try to solve the problem using his analytical and reasoning abilities.

He recalled when the words started flashing in his mind; it started after he got into Miwako Sato's car.

Therefore, it is highly likely related to what they might encounter during their subsequent investigation.

Could it be that the place they went to was dangerous?

Although Wen Shui knew that the gang's destination was the post office, it would be of no use telling the truth now, because the gang would not make their move until the post office closed in the evening.

Now I wonder where they're hiding in some nook or cranny.

If the information is reported to the Metropolitan Police Department, it might alert them and discourage them from robbing the post office. Then, when they try to act again, Wen Shui will no longer have the advantage of knowing the plot in advance.

Wen Shui gazed at the street scenes rushing past the car window, lost in deep thought.

Sato Miwako held the steering wheel with one hand and the gear shift with the other, observing the road conditions while constantly glancing at Onami and Itsuki out of the corner of her eye.

Although the mid-calf boots I chose today for my disguise and reconnaissance are different from my usual professional shoes.