Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

It feels a bit awkward when you step on the gas.

But she was extremely familiar with the red Mazda she had ridden in since childhood and later inherited from her father.

Even if the difficulty were increased tenfold, Miwako Sato could still keep an eye on the movements of the handcuffed "suspect" next to her while weaving through dense traffic.

Of course, this ability, which is exclusive to criminal police officers, was used by Miwako Sato today to observe the expression on Wen Shui's face.

She noticed that Wen Shui seemed a little unhappy as soon as she got in the car.

Later, Wen Shui pressed her several times to ask what she meant by "only guessed half right".

How could Sato Miwako tell Wenshui that she had deliberately gone over to stop Genta just now because she wanted to talk to him a little more?

Even just thinking about it while she was with Wen Shui made her heart race, so she naturally used the excuse of a secret police department to brush it off.

But to my surprise, Wen Shui's expression became even more serious afterward, and she kept a straight face and didn't say a word the whole way.

Miwako couldn't help but ask, "Hey, why aren't you saying anything? Are you angry with me?"

"Angry?" Wen Shui was taken aback. "Why would you be angry?"

Miwako curled her lips slightly and said in a somewhat petulant tone, "Because I, an old lady, dragged you into the car, you can't investigate the case with the pretty girls."

Wen Shui's confusion deepened.

Although he didn't know what was wrong with Sato Miwako, he could still sense from her words and expressions that she seemed to be angry.

Moreover, this way of getting angry reminded Wen Shui of the time when Xiao Lan specially prepared a lunchbox for him, wanting to give him a surprise, but Wen Shui took out a special bento box made by Haibara Ai from his desk and saw the expression on her face.

Xiaolan seemed to have said something similar back then.

Wen Shui's memories were activated, and she immediately used the same method she had used to coax Xiao Lan back then. She smiled and said, "What are you talking about? In my heart, Miwako, you have always been a beautiful girl just like Xiao Lan and the others."

As Wen Shui spoke, his gaze deliberately lingered on her fair skin beneath her bodycon dress.

The midday sun streamed in through the car window, landing perfectly on Sato Miwako's slender, long legs. Her youthful, translucent skin took on a captivating, semi-transparent quality under the sunlight.

A faint, sweet, and alluring scent could be smelled in the air.

Miwako Sato immediately lost her composure, and even the hand gripping the steering wheel trembled.

Fortunately, the car wasn't going fast, and the red Mazda only swayed slightly from side to side before regaining its stability on the road.

"W-What beautiful girl? And didn't I tell you to call me Officer Sato in public?" Sato Miwako blushed slightly, subconsciously adopting the manner of a subordinate to ease the awkwardness.

Wen Shui smiled and asked, "What about at home?"

"You brat, be serious for once!" Sato Miwako glared angrily at Wen Shui.

She couldn't think of any suitable words to continue the conversation, so she could only pretend to be angry as an elder to hide her true feelings.

The reason why Wenshui was able to break through Sato Miwako's defense with just one sentence was largely because Wenshui accidentally hit Sato Miwako's good ball zone.

She revealed something she had always been worried about deep down: her age.

Even with the best maintenance, Miwako Sato is actually in her twenties.

While there are retired popular idols in this world who still maintain a girlish mindset even in their thirties (like Yukiko Kudo), they are a minority.

Moreover, the profession of criminal police requires frequent late nights, which can affect physical health and fertility.

Mrs. Sato was in such a hurry to have her daughter go on blind dates because of this issue.

Miwako Sato wasn't entirely without worry, but she had been focused on catching the bad guys and finding out what her father meant by justice.

It wasn't until I encountered warm water and trees that my mindset gradually began to change.

However, Sato Miwako lacked experience, and when faced with situations she couldn't handle, she subconsciously used the methods she usually employed to deal with the rookies in the Metropolitan Police Department.

If it were a new employee or someone with Wataru Takagi's personality, they would probably immediately bow and apologize.

Unfortunately, this trick is not very effective with warm water.

Sato Miwako noticed that Wen Shui's face did not show any intimidation from her imposing manner; instead, there was a hint of doting in her eyes.

This little rascal, does he really think I'm a little girl?

Besides anger, Miwako felt an unprecedented shyness. After all, it was the first time she had ever been looked at like that by a boy much younger than her.

Just then, a crossroads appeared before them.

Miwako Sato slowly stopped her car in front of the zebra crossing. Pedestrians nearby crossed the zebra crossing, including several fans wearing "Tokyo Spirits" jerseys.

Sato Miwako intended to take a sip of water to calm herself down while waiting for the signal, but as soon as she picked up the mineral water bottle, she found Wen Shui looking at her with a serious expression.

"What...what do you want to do now?"

Wen Shui: "Actually, I've felt something was off ever since I got on the bus."

Sato Miwako breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment just now, she even had the thought, "Could this guy be thinking of confessing his feelings to me?"

"Something's not right?" Miwako unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, gently pressed her delicate, thin lips to the bottle opening, and took a small sip.

Wen Shui shook her head: "I don't know either, I just felt something was wrong ever since I got on the bus."

Seeing that Onamizu looked very serious, Sato Miwako knew he wasn't joking. However, she frowned and looked around but didn't find anything suspicious.

"I don't feel anything is wrong. Are you just being paranoid?"

"I don't know, but my intuition is usually pretty accurate, so I feel like this time shouldn't be too bad either." Wen Shui scratched his head. "But the problem is, I've thought about it for a long time, and I still can't figure out what's wrong with it."

Sato Miwako thought for a moment and said, "I understand. Leave it to me."

Wen Shui was secretly delighted, thinking that she had come up with some idea.

This is quite normal. When detectives are thinking about a case, they can easily fall into the trap of being too involved to see clearly. At this time, the opinions of those around them may become the key to breaking the deadlock.

This is why Holmes would ask his assistant Watson for his opinion when things reached a stalemate.

However, to Wen Shui's surprise, Sato Miwako grabbed his left hand and gently placed it on her thigh.

Warm water: ?

Miwako Sato brushed her short, neat hair behind her ear, revealing her delicate earlobe, which was slightly red: "When you accompanied me on a race before, you always had a new perspective on the case afterward. Maybe this will be useful."

The lukewarm water was startled.

I thought to myself, what kind of logic is this? My new perspective came about because we only saw each other every few days at that time. I had been thinking about it for several days, so of course I would have new ideas. It has absolutely nothing to do with racing.

However, it must be said that Sato Miwako's skin seems to be even smoother than before.

Could it be because I've been paying more attention to skincare lately?

Unconsciously, Wen Shui ran her fingertips over Sato Miwako's thigh. Because her legs were bare, the delicate touch of her skin was transmitted to Wen Shui's brain without reservation.

As time went on, the blush on Sato Miwako's face spread to her slender, snow-white neck, and her skin, touched by warm water, became slightly hot, like someone with a fever.

Previously, whenever she took warm water to go racing, it was always at night on empty, deserted streets, and in the dim light, she didn't have to worry too much about being seen.

This was the first time it had happened in broad daylight, not to mention that there might have been her colleagues from the Metropolitan Police Department passing by.

Sato Miwako's heart was beating so fast that she had to concentrate fully to prevent Wen Shui from noticing that something was wrong with her.

However, considering that warm water had always helped her release her inner pressure before, it was time for her to lend a hand this time.

The good news is that Wen Shui quickly adjusted his mindset and focused his attention on thinking about the case. He simply used Sato Miwako's long, bare legs as a toy.

Miwako Sato gradually got used to this level of close contact, at least it didn't affect her driving.

However, to Wen Shui's utter surprise, he suddenly felt a sudden surge of killing intent, and his body instinctively shivered.

This was actually Xiaolan's warning sign of danger from Wenshui's body as she considered whether or not to lock Wenshui in the dungeon.

Normally, it would probably just be a normal chill.

Unfortunately, at that moment, Wen Shui's hand was resting on Sato Miwako's thigh.

The sudden chill startled Sato Miwako, who was driving.

His hands were so unsteady on the steering wheel that the car swayed left and right on the road, making it look like a scene from a movie where thugs were stealing a car.

The surrounding cars swerved to avoid them, and with the unwavering determination honed by her years as a detective, Miwako Sato finally managed to park her car on the side of the road.

After turning off the engine, Wen Shui looked at her with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly acting crazy?"

"You, you didn't actually do it, did you?" Sato Miwako's face turned as red as an apple as she glared at Wen Shui, both embarrassed and angry.

She felt that her thighs were completely powerless, limp and weak, and she couldn't help but feel a soreness.

A phantom-like sensation appeared on the skin of my thigh.

It was as if the warm water had actually gotten the sticky saliva onto her legs.

Wen Shui was completely bewildered: "What are you doing?"

Sato Miwako bit her lip lightly, her gaze tilting downwards until it landed on the source of the evil.

The warm water instantly understood.

Then he looked at Miwako Sato with a shocked expression.

I was thinking, what's wrong with this woman's thought process?

How could I possibly get aroused just by touching a leg? How incredibly horny do I have to be to trigger this kind of buff?

Wen Shui looked displeased: "What are you thinking? Even if I don't have a girlfriend, it's not like I'd just do that after touching your leg, is it?"

"But, you, your reaction just now..." Sato Miwako had long lost her previous sharp aura and became like the most timid little girl in the class.

Her flustered appearance made Wen Shui reluctant to speak harshly.

However, the matter still needs to be clarified, otherwise his lifelong reputation will be ruined by this.

Wen Shui took a deep breath, trying to persuade Sato Miwako: "Calm down, it's scientifically impossible for me to have one hand on your leg and the other hand outside the leg the whole time, right?"

Miwako Sato was still somewhat suspicious.

Warm Water: "If you don't believe me, check it out for yourself."

"Check-up?" Miwako's eyes widened, a bunch of unbearable fantasies flashing through her mind.

Then her brain went blank.

"Who, who would watch this?! You bastard..."

In a state of mental instability, Sato Miwako instinctively chose a method that had always worked at the Metropolitan Police Department: attacking the warm water from inside the car.

The red Mazda parked on the side of the road, with its engine off, began to sway gently and rhythmically.