Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Just then, a white Nissan passed by on the road, brushing past Miwako Sato's red Mazda.

A few seconds later, the white Nissan slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

Sitting in the car, Detective Otani, pale-faced, took out his phone and dialed a number: "Officer Shiratori, something terrible has happened!"

Chapter 196 Sato-senpai's thoughts are a bit hard to guess

On a street in Beika Town.

A van painted with the White Horse Express logo slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

Although through the driver's side window, you can see that both the driver and the man in the passenger seat are wearing White Horse Express uniforms.

But in fact, this vehicle is one of the Metropolitan Police Department's command vehicles, and the rear compartment has long been converted into a police monitoring center.

This command vehicle disguised as a white horse delivery truck is just one of the many disguise methods used by the Metropolitan Police Department. In addition to disguising itself as a delivery truck, the Metropolitan Police Department also disguises itself as a moving company, a vegetable delivery company, or even an itasha (decorated car) covered with anime characters.

The purpose is to be able to choose the most suitable and inconspicuous car in an emergency.

Inside the back of the truck, Shiratori Ninzaburo and several of his men stared at rows of LCD screens displaying surveillance footage of the main streets in the vicinity.

The world is not actually without surveillance, but due to some unavoidable reasons, surveillance cameras are only installed at intersections where traffic accidents are frequent, and not on ordinary side streets.

The official explanation given to the public is to protect personal privacy.

Whether there is a "powerful hand of scientific knowledge" manipulating things behind the scenes remains unknown.

At least Wenshui felt that the bill without surveillance was a big problem, because so many people die in Mihana every year, and the Metropolitan Police Department always complains about not having enough manpower, yet no one seems to think that the lack of surveillance is a fatal problem.

Shiratori Ninzaburo was originally preparing to investigate a toy store with his colleagues.

The shop owner, Masahiko Ishitani, had previously sold counterfeit merchandise for the Tokyo Spirits team. As a result, a fan who bought the fake goods came to his shop. On the day he went out to buy more goods, the fan got into a heated argument with Mrs. Ishitani, who was left in the shop to watch over the store.

Then the fan accidentally killed Mrs. Ishitani.

Although the perpetrator was punished as he deserved afterward, Masahiko Ishitani seemed to accept the outcome at the time.

However, people who have had this experience are very likely to develop thoughts of revenge over the slightest setback in life.

In addition, after winning the championship, the Tokyo Spirits team promoted it extensively on various social media platforms.

Masahiko Ishitani's experience fits the image of a thug who used a bomb to stop a festival parade.

Of course, Shiratori Ninzaburo did not overlook the monitoring of the scene. He had already contacted other people to disguise themselves as fans along each section of the festival parade to prevent any possible accidents.

With the support of the Metropolitan Police Department's comprehensive system, Shiratori didn't think Onomizu and Itsuki had a chance of winning this time.

He will definitely find the murderer before Wenshui does.

However, Shiratori felt no remorse for abusing his power. Born into a large family, Shiratori Ninzaburo was instilled with the idea from a young age that only by learning to use power could one survive better in this world.

Although he also admired Wen Shui's abilities, if he weren't a rival in love, Shiratori might have extended an olive branch to Wen Shui on behalf of the family.

Unfortunately, some people are on the opposite side from the moment they are born.

If Miwako hadn't been uninterested in money, Shiratori Ninzaburo would have used his family's resources to make Nukumi back down long ago.

However, to Shiratori Ninzaburo's utter surprise, he received bad news from his subordinates before he even arrived at the suspect's shop.

They said they saw Miwako park her car with warm water on the side of the road, and then the car started to shake suspiciously.

Car sex?

Shiratori Ninzaburo immediately considered this possibility, but he quickly ruled it out. Because Miwako would never do such a thing.

The other detectives in the train carriage were also admirers of Miwako.

After hearing the news on the phone, the group couldn't sit still any longer.

"That despicable brat, how dare he lay a hand on Miwako!"

"My Miwako..."

"Bring that brat Wen Shui back to the station. I'm going to teach him a lesson he won't forget!"

Everyone looked furious.

Takagi Wataru, who was mixed in with them, also looked ashen-faced. Although he had never expressed his feelings for Sato-senpai, Sato Miwako had always been the person he dreamed of marrying.

However, ever since Nukumizu, the detective who succeeded Shinichi Kudo, entered the Metropolitan Police Department's field of vision and became good friends with Officer Sato.

It seems that the relationship between Wenshui and Officer Sato is gradually warming up.

Takagi Wataru knew in his heart that his hopes were becoming increasingly slim.

However, receiving the news in this way was still somewhat difficult for Takagi Wataru to accept.

"No way?" Takagi Wataru forced a smile, looking just like an incompetent husband. "I think Sato-senpai must be discussing the case with Nukumizu. He probably saw it wrong."

"Takagi, you're too naive. Is it really necessary to make the car shake when discussing a case?"

"You're speaking up for that Wen Shui kid so vehemently, you wouldn't have accepted any bribes from him, would you?"

"You, as Miwako's partner, actually managed to get that outsider named Wenshui so close to her. I really don't know what you were thinking."

Takagi Wataru smiled wryly and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, I was just helping with the analysis. Nobody wants to see that happen, right..."

Shiratori coughed, interrupting their argument: "Stop arguing. Miwako definitely wouldn't do that kind of thing in the car. She's not that kind of person. Besides, that Mazda was left to Miwako by senior Sato Masayoshi. Even if Miwako really married someone else, even if that person was her husband, she would never choose to defile that car."

Upon hearing this, Takagi's face immediately lit up with joy.

The huge weight that had been hanging over my heart has finally been lifted.

Shiratori changed the subject: "But Takagi, you are too naive. Even if they don't have any overly intimate contact in the car, being alone in this kind of situation is still too dangerous. We must stop them immediately."

“That’s right, we must stop it immediately!” the others echoed.

At this moment, the monitoring equipment in the command vehicle sounded an alarm. Shiratori pressed the button, and the voice of the central commander immediately came through the walkie-talkie.

"An explosion has occurred at a phone booth on the side of the road in Beika Town. There are no casualties at present. Please send someone to the scene immediately to maintain order."

"Damn it, another explosion." The detective in charge of the intercom complained. "Got it, we're on our way right away."

"But what about Miwako?" another detective asked with a worried expression.

Shiratori smiled slightly: "Isn't this a perfect opportunity? As long as we keep busy, we won't have to worry about Miwako and Nukumi having any intimate contact that goes beyond that of ordinary friends."

“That’s right, how come I didn’t think of that?” Takagi Wataru slapped his thigh happily. “Officer Sato’s personality has always been that catching criminals is more important than anything else. As long as we let her maintain order, we won’t give Numizu any chance to take advantage of us.”

Others also expressed their opinion, thinking the plan was excellent.

At Shiratori Ninzaburo's instruction, the detective in charge of liaison picked up the walkie-talkie:

"Calling Inspector Sato, calling Inspector Sato..."

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Meanwhile, inside Miwako Sato's red Mazda.

Wen Shui and Sato Miwako, who were wrestling face to face with him, were awakened by a sudden shout.

The two of them simultaneously loosened their grip, then looked at each other, panting.

Sato Miwako's face was flushed, as if she had just experienced a violent impact and hadn't been properly satisfied.

But in reality, she only taught Wen Shui a lesson with her martial arts skills.

However, Wen Shui was not to be trifled with either. Taking a defensive stance, Sato Miwako couldn't really do much against Wen Shui in the cramped carriage and could only resort to close-range attacks in the end.

Actually, it wasn't that Wen Shui couldn't beat her, but she was in the wrong after all.

In addition, the long, slender legs of the young lady with her neat short hair are somewhat irresistible.

Considering that she had given him plenty of "benefits" during her attack, Wen Shui decided to be patient for the time being.

However, I didn't expect that I would be interrupted by a call from the walkie-talkie halfway through.

Sato Miwako glared at Wen Shui fiercely, then slowly released Wen Shui's neck, got off him, and went to get the walkie-talkie on the dashboard.

Whether intentionally or accidentally, when she turned around in the cramped car, her knee hit the car's handbrake, almost causing her to lose her balance and fall back onto Wen Shui.

However, just as she breathed a sigh of relief, Sato Miwako noticed that Onami's face was deathly pale.

Her mind went completely blank.

"You bastard!"

Wen Shui said with a wronged look, "Wait a minute, right? I'm obviously the one being bullied right now, aren't I? Your kneecaps are really hard."

Sato Miwako immediately wanted to pounce on him and fight him again, but the walkie-talkie said there seemed to be another explosion. Miwako had no choice but to suppress her anger and embarrassment, take a deep breath, and pick up the walkie-talkie:

"This is Sato, this is Sato, where is the exploded phone booth located...?"

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Ten minutes later, Miwako Sato drove to the phone booth where the second explosion had occurred.

This was also the street that the celebration parade buses passed through. At this moment, there were still many fans standing behind the guardrail across the street, watching the phone booth that had been exploded from afar.

The good news is that no one was injured, and it seems the assailant didn't really intend to hurt anyone.

Miwako Sato drove her car to the side of the road near the phone booth and stopped about 50 meters away. She kept the car so far away to avoid damaging any evidence that the perpetrators might have left at the crime scene.

After parking the car, Sato Miwako looked at Wen Shui with annoyance: "Hey, stop pretending, you should be almost done by now, right?"

“How could it be that fast?” Wen Shui complained. “Even a normal criminal would probably be unable to withstand a knee strike from you, let alone me, who was hit on my only weakness.”

Miwako Sato: "What knee strike? I didn't use any force, I just happened to kneel on it."

Warm water remained silent for a moment.

This woman is saying strange things again. What does it mean to kneel on top?

Wen Shui: "At least make sure you're kneeling properly before you kneel. Who kneels down randomly?"

"I thought it was the handbrake. Who told you to keep thinking about such things?" Sato Miwako said, but the blush on her face betrayed her true feelings.

Wen Shui sighed: "Never mind, let's investigate the case first."

Miwako nodded, but after placing her fair hand on the car door handle, she suddenly turned to Wen Shui and asked:

"Um... I hope there won't be any lasting effects?"

"I don't know, but I don't feel anything right now." Wen Shui pouted.

Miwako looked worried: "Really? Take it off quickly, let me check if you need to go to the hospital."