Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Xiaolan: "Well, but Mom said the client is going to Gunma Prefecture for business, so she set the location there and said she'll come find us after she's done."

"What?! You're saying Eri's coming too?!"

Kogoro Mouri was clearly startled by the news, and his hand on the steering wheel shifted dramatically.

The car slid sideways for more than ten meters in the middle of the road.

The tires emitted a puff of white smoke as they rubbed against the road.

Wen Shui was enjoying the scenery in the car when a strong push pushed him to the other side of the car. Then, he felt himself hit something, and everything went black.

Wen Shui instinctively thought she had bumped into the car door, but quickly realized that the thing pressing on her nose was soft and bouncy.

Moreover, it is accompanied by a sweet and delightful aroma.

"Strange, this car model should be quite old, how come it has airbags in the back?" Wen Shui couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Chapter 210 The origin of the white stockings on Yukiko Kudo's legs is highly suspicious.

The car skidded so suddenly that the passengers inside thought there had been a car accident.

Aside from Kogoro Mouri, who was driving, everyone else entered a brief state of shock, just like people who had been in a car accident, instinctively trying to grab onto anything they could to give themselves a faint sense of security.

Wen Shui was no exception, but he casually grabbed Kudo Yukiko's knee.

Because Yukiko Kudo wasn't wearing stockings today, her delicate and soft skin was completely exposed to the warm water. Perhaps it was too forceful, because light red handprints quickly appeared on her snow-white thighs.

But Wen Shui wasn't in the mood to experience that feeling at that moment.

He's having trouble breathing now.

After the initial surprise, doubt, and dazzle, Yukiko Kudo's excess fat began to have a negative effect, and Onami felt as if someone had covered her head with a pillow.

As less and less air is inhaled into the lungs, the brain gradually becomes unable to think due to lack of oxygen.

Logically, in this situation, humans would definitely trigger muscle memory, just like a drowning person, desperately struggling to escape from the water.

Unfortunately, after being frightened, Yukiko Kudo instinctively grabbed onto Onami's neck as a lifeline, desperately clinging to it to prevent him from lifting his head.

Wen Shui was speechless. Could this woman be trying to take revenge?

Did I accidentally fall into the plot of "Kogoro Mouri's Car Accident Murder Case"?

Wen Shui didn't want to die so mysteriously; it would be too embarrassing if word got out. Before he completely lost consciousness, he quickly slapped Kudo Yukiko's thigh repeatedly, trying to calm her down.

Because I was in a hurry, I used a little too much water.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the car; in another setting, it would definitely have drawn knowing glances from passersby.

After splashing warm water on her several times, Yukiko Kudo seemed to feel the pain and loosened her grip a little.

The warm water felt like it was seeping through the grooves of his nose into the fresh air, allowing him to catch his breath.

Just as Wen Shui was about to push away Kudo Yukiko's hand to escape, he felt someone hug his neck from behind, and then an irresistible force pulled him backward.

"You bastard, come here right now!!!"

With Ran's angry roar, Wen Shui was rescued from Kudo Yukiko's grasp.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Wen Shui said to Xiao Lan, "Thank you so much, I almost fainted."

"You rascal, how come you always manage to fall down in such weird places? I'm really fed up with you." Xiaolan gritted her teeth and raised her little fist, seemingly hesitating whether to give Wenshui a few punches to cheer her on.

Wen Shui looked wronged: "It's not my fault, it was Uncle Maoli who suddenly braked."

As he spoke, he looked at Yukiko Kudo with a similarly aggrieved expression, only to find that Yukiko Kudo had lifted her skirt to about ten centimeters above her knees and was looking down at the handprint on her leg.

Although Mrs. Kudo was much older than Wenshui, her skin was very well-maintained, and it felt even more supple than a young girl's skin, not to mention the force with which Wenshui had slapped her earlier.

At that time, Wen Shui really treated Kudo Yukiko's leg as if it were "the glass of a fire hydrant" and pounded on it.

In order to save his own life, Wen Shui showed no mercy whatsoever.

Yukiko Kudo glared at Wen Shui with a wronged expression, and upon closer inspection, one could see that her eyes were beginning to well up with tears.

Normally, Wen Shui might say things like, "How about I rub it for you?" or "Hit me a few times to calm down," to appease Kudo Yukiko.

But he doesn't dare say a word now.

Because Wen Shui saw that Xiao Lan's face had turned green, he was likely to go into a rage at any moment.

Conan, standing nearby, was even more furious when he saw the shameful marks on his mother's legs. He had wanted to throw warm water out of the car window just now.

Unfortunately, the sudden braking force also threw Conan off his seat. Because Conan's body had shrunk, he was the first to fly out, and he flew very high.

After Conan hit the car roof, he bounced back and fell onto the leather floor mat of the back seat, where he was then pinned down by warm knees.

His arm couldn't reach the watch-type tranquilizer gun and the elastic belt.

He could only endure the humiliation and witness the rude behavior that Wen Shui did to Kudo Yukiko.

What frustrated Conan even more was that Yukiko Kudo was using Nuwa's neck as a lifeline, which, from the perspective of an observer, looked like she was hugging Nuwa back and trying to respond to his passion.

The atmosphere in the carriage instantly became incredibly awkward.

It feels like a brutal battle could erupt at any moment.

At that moment, there was a knock on the driver's side window, and a female traffic police officer in a traffic police uniform stood outside the vehicle.

Uncle Mori rolled down his window and handed over his driver's license before the other person could speak: "Sorry, I just heard some news that startled me, and I lost control of the car."

Kogoro Mouri knew he was in the wrong, and thankfully, no major disaster had occurred, so he decided it was best to apologize first.

The female traffic police officer standing outside said sternly, "This is not a reason for your dangerous driving. I now suspect that you have taken banned drugs. Everyone, get out of the car for inspection."

As the female traffic police officer spoke, she used her walkie-talkie to contact her colleagues to set up a checkpoint ahead and to ask them to come and help.

She was clearly worried that the biker gang would drive away.

Kogoro Mouri looked troubled, hesitating whether to use Inspector Megure's connections to plead with the other party, because a lot of onlookers had already gathered around, and if he were to be asked to get out of the car for inspection, it might damage his reputation as the famous detective Kogoro Mouri.

The key issue is that the female traffic police officer in front of him clearly didn't recognize him, and her attitude was very businesslike, so directly mentioning his relationship with Inspector Megure might not be effective.

After all, Inspector Megure was just an inspector in the First Investigative Division, and there were different factions within the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department system.

Kogoro Mouri felt that there wasn't much of a problem on his side, just a misunderstanding, so he decided to cooperate with the investigation.

However, at the same time, Yukiko Kudo, who was sitting in the back seat, had a very unpleasant expression on her face.

Although Yukiko wore sunglasses and a large hat to cover up the slap marks on her thighs, her mid-length dress couldn't completely conceal them.

If they get out of the car to be investigated, someone with ulterior motives will definitely take pictures and send them to their friends.

Her identity might be exposed.

Mori, who was sitting in the front, clearly hadn't considered this; he had already opened the car door and gotten out to be questioned.

In her anxiety, Yukiko Kudo looked pitifully at Kazuki Onami, as if to say, "You've bullied me so much just now, now you'd better find a way to help me out of this predicament."

Looking at Yukiko Kudo's troubled expression, Wen Shui thought for a moment and realized what she was worried about.

He quickly got out of the car and walked up to the female traffic police officer: "Was that Ms. Yumi who spoke on the walkie-talkie just now?"

"Oh, do you know Yumi-senpai?" The short-haired female traffic police officer had already conducted a preliminary test on Kogoro Mouri, who was driving, and found no signs of him taking illegal drugs, so her tone relaxed a bit.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "Yes, and Miss Miike Naoko too. We often eat ramen together, so I recognized her right away."

The short-haired female traffic police officer asked in confusion, "We're eating ramen together, are you also...?"

“No, I’m not with the Metropolitan Police Department.” Wen Shui shook her head. “But I often help Officer Sato and the others with their cases. Actually, I’m a detective.”

“Detective? Ah… I remember now, you’re Wenshui Kazuki?” the female traffic police officer exclaimed. “I often hear them talking about you in the break room when I report back to the Metropolitan Police Department, and some people even have your picture on the coffee machine.”

Wen Shui couldn't help but click her tongue: "I'm sure those weren't pleasant words either."

"Yes, that's true. They all see you as a rival." The female traffic policewoman smiled. "By the way, just now..."

Wen Shui: "Just like Uncle Mori said, he was so surprised when he heard that his ex-wife was also going to the party that night that he lost control of the steering wheel."

"Oh, I see. But that was really dangerous. Luckily, there were no cars nearby." The female traffic police officer said, still shaken.

At that moment, Kogoro Mouri ran his hand through his hair and coughed twice on purpose.

The female traffic policewoman turned around and said politely, "Uncle, if you're not feeling well, please go back to your car and sit down. Your suspicion has been cleared."

Kogoro Mouri was speechless. He couldn't understand why he was so often on TV but wasn't as well-known as Wenshui. Did this female traffic cop not watch TV programs?

Uncle Mori slunk back to his car and asked Ran why Eri had suddenly come over to join in the fun.

Sitting in the back, Yukiko Kudo slightly opened the car window and looked at Onami Kazuki with a complicated expression, as if she owed him another favor.

No, no.

Yukiko Kudo suddenly realized that the slap mark on her leg hadn't faded yet, so this couldn't be considered a favor; at most, it was him making amends for his mistake.

Although she thought this in her heart, Yukiko Kudo's body was still very mature, and her gaze toward the warm water became even more tender.

Not long after, Wen Shui returned to her car. The female traffic police officer also waved and returned to her patrol car.

Only after the matter was resolved did Conan belatedly realize what had happened.

When my mom encounters trouble, does she actually consider asking Wen Shui for help first?

Something's not right, is it?

However, in the current situation, Conan has to hold back even if he wants to question someone, since he is now Conan Edogawa, not Shinichi Kudo.

Kogoro Mouri started the car and first went to Nukumizu's apartment. Then he took a detour back to the Mouri Detective Agency because Ran and Nukumizu were still carrying their school bags and uniforms, which were not appropriate for attending a TV program filming.

Changing clothes with warm water was quick; I ran down from the apartment building in less than 5 minutes.

He originally wanted to get something to cover up the handprint on Kudo Yukiko's leg, but he couldn't find anything suitable after searching the house. In the end, he could only take a liniment for sprains and bruises from the medicine cabinet.

"Here, apply some, it might help." Wen Shui handed the ointment to Kudo Yukiko.

Yukiko Kudo snorted coldly: "You're not so bad after all."

She unscrewed the cap of the ointment, dabbed a little with her slender, white fingernail, and then applied it evenly to the area on her thigh with the handprint.

Unfortunately, whether it was due to the medication not working properly or the warm water being used too forcefully, the marks on Yukiko Kudo's body did not disappear even after the car arrived at the Mouri Detective Agency.

Yukiko Kudo gave Wen Shui a resentful look.

Wen Shui could only respond with a wry smile, thinking to herself, "Your son and Xiao Lan are right here. Even if you look at me like that, it won't do any good. I can't just coax you like last time, can I?"

This subtle atmosphere lasted for about fifteen minutes.