Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

After all, that's one of the few weaknesses of human beings. Although she is not a research expert specializing in this area and has no practical experience, she did learn some knowledge through human models when she was studying at university.

How about we change it to mayonnaise?

Ai Haibara followed closely behind the group, her mind preoccupied with plans to deal with Wen Shui.

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Back at the Guanye family apartment, everyone took the elevator to the 6th floor.

As you walk from the elevator to 603, you'll pass a staircase. The walls at the landing of the staircase are all made of square-pane glass floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a great view. You can see the street scene of Beika Town from the staircase.

Ayumi: "It's so beautiful! Let's come back here and take another picture later."

“Didn’t we just take pictures?” Yuan Tai said.

Ayumi: "This is different. It would be such a shame not to take a picture of such a beautiful view."

"Can't we film it now?" Yuan Tai scratched his head.

Ayumi: "We're carrying things, and the ice cream will melt if we don't put it in soon."

"Oh, then let's go quickly."

The group quickened their pace toward room 603, but as soon as they turned the corner in the corridor, they bumped into an acquaintance, an antique appraiser named Mie Yoshiharu.

He was walking so fast that he almost bumped into Yuan Tai, who was walking in front.

Genta, who was still holding an ice cream cone, was startled: "What's going on? Watch where you're going... Hey? Aren't you that appraiser uncle from earlier?"

"It's you guys." Mr. Mie smiled. "Sorry, I was thinking about that painting and didn't notice your footsteps."

"It's alright," Yuan Tai shook his head.

"Uncle, why haven't you gone back yet? Aren't the antique auction houses in Kyoto busy?" Conan looked at the man with a scrutinizing gaze. He didn't know why, but he just felt that something was off about this guy.

"When I was looking at the painting, I took two photos with my phone and then put them on the shelf next to me. I forgot to take them when I left."

Actually, I originally planned to come back to pick up my phone tonight when I was talking to Mr. Guanye, but as you know, in our industry, the customer is king. Missing a customer's call can seriously affect business, so I came back to get my phone.

Wen Shui felt that San Chong Fang Chun's explanation was a bit too detailed; generally, no one would explain something in such detail to a child.

However, this cannot rule out the possibility that Conan's mystical power is influencing this world, or that Yoshiharu Mie herself has this kind of rigorous and rigid personality.

"Is that so? Then where are you planning to go now, Uncle?" Conan looked at the other person with innocent eyes.

Yoshiharu Mie took out a small notebook from her bosom and flipped through it: "Let me see, next I should go to... oh right, to the 'Memory' bar in Beika-cho. The owner there said he wants me to take a look at something. But the old lady isn't home, so I have to wait until I get my phone before I can leave. I don't know if I'll have enough time."

"What? You're saying Granny Kanno isn't home?" Conan sensed something was wrong with his keen intuition.

"Yes, she answered the phone just now, but I rang the doorbell several times and no one answered." Mie Yoshiharu looked a little troubled.

Conan jogged straight to the door of room 603.

The Junior Detective League also sensed the presence of a case and excitedly chased after Conan.

Xiao Lan leaned closer to Wen Shui and nudged him with her shoulder: "I didn't expect to run into another case this time. Sigh, I wonder when this bad luck will finally disappear."

Wen Shui smiled and said, "Didn't you say before that you wanted to defeat Shinichi Kudo? You can only improve your reasoning ability by encountering cases, right?"

"But wouldn't it be a real downer if something like this happened on a date?" Xiaolan muttered.

Warm Water: "Huh, are we on a date?"

Xiao Lan crossed her arms and looked at Wen Shui with a resentful expression.

Wen Shui scratched his head: "Don't worry, it might not be a case. Maybe the old man was asleep and didn't hear the doorbell."

Xiaolan nodded, and then followed her into room 603.

As the two passed each other, Ran whispered, "Actually, I don't want to beat Shinichi in the deduction anymore. It's none of my business anymore. I'll leave this to you."

Ran walked behind the group without looking back, watching Conan tiptoeing and ringing the doorbell repeatedly.

Wen Shui stared at the girl's slender back for a long time before realizing what Xiao Lan wanted to convey.

Alright, since that's the case, don't blame me, Conan-kun. After all, this is a request made by your childhood friend whom you once ignored!

Wen Shui decided to showcase his detective skills in this case.

Wen Shui followed closely to the door of room 603, where Conan and the others were discussing potential problems.

Wen Shui walked over, grabbed the doorknob, and gently pressed it; the door opened instantly.

"The door wasn't locked?" Conan looked at Wen Shui with some surprise, then looked regretful.

He should have thought of this, but because Yoshiharu Mie had knocked on the door before, Conan assumed that the other party was in a hurry to get his phone and must have already tested whether the door could be opened.

Damn it, lukewarm water beat us to it again.

When Conan saw the adoring look in Ran's eyes as she looked at Wen Shui, he felt a pang of unease.

After seeing Nukumizu open the door, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya seriously analyzed, "That's strange. If Granny Kanno went out, she wouldn't have left the door unlocked."

Wen Shui: "Let's go, we'll know once we go in and take a look."

As he spoke, he took the lead and walked into the room. After changing his shoes, he couldn't help but remind her, "Don't touch anything in the room. Leaving fingerprints will only cause unnecessary trouble."

"Got it," the kids answered in unison.

After entering the room, the group found that, unlike before, all the room doors were closed.

The living room where Wen Shui and the others had previously been entertained with tea was also closed, but the faint sound of a fax machine could be heard coming from inside.

Wen Shui gestured for everyone to step back, then winked at Xiao Lan.

Xiaolan nodded gently, then took a few steps back in a karate stance to gather her strength.

Actually, Wen Shui could open the door himself, but he suddenly wanted to show off in front of Conan. This mentality is like a child who has just bought a new toy and will definitely show it off to his friends, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable.

Moreover, this can also give Xiaolan a sense of participation.

You can feel the joy deep in the girl's heart just by looking at the confident expression on her face.

"Ya-hey!"

Xiaolan kicked the door open with a side kick.

The living room was empty, and the window connecting to the balcony was open, with the pale purple curtains fluttering gently in the wind.

The fax machine on the small wooden table next to the curtains was constantly spitting out paper. Because of the wind, every sheet of paper that was spit out was immediately blown into the air, resulting in fax machine papers being scattered all over the room.

In addition, the TV cabinet and storage cabinets in the living room were all opened, and the contents were rummaged through and carelessly thrown on the floor.

Genta Kojima: "Why is this place so messy?"

Conan walked up to the fax machine, looked at the paper on it, and calmly analyzed: "The fax was sent by the male homeowner. As for why this place is in such a mess, I guess it might have been broken into by a burglar."

At that moment, Ai Haibara walked in with her hands behind her back: "The other rooms also showed signs of being ransacked, and I couldn't find Grandma Kanno."

Conan: "I see. Then we can basically conclude that a thief broke in. But where did Grandma Kanno go? And why...?"

"Wait a minute, if it's a thief..." Ayumi suddenly thought of a crucial question, interrupting Conan's reasoning, "Could my Girls' Day doll have been stolen?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan seemed to have thought of something and rushed ahead to the room where the Girls' Day dolls had been placed.

Wen Shui and the others followed behind Conan.

After opening the door, Ayumi immediately rushed to the boxes placed in the corner, opened a paper package to check, and found that the dolls were still there.

Ayumi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great. The thief probably thought these dolls weren't worth much, so he didn't do anything to them."

“I think the criminals might not have even been in this room,” Mitsuhiko analyzed. “Everything here is exactly the same as when we left. I guess the criminals probably left this room empty because there are no closets and they thought there was nothing valuable here.”

Wen Shui gently shook her head and pointed to the blank space on the left wall: "No, look there, that 'Thor' painting has disappeared."

"What?!" Yoshiharu Mie rushed over from the corridor.

He had just gone to look for his phone and was shocked to hear the news when he came back, after all, it was a painting worth hundreds of millions.

Wen Shui: "Xiao Lan, let's call the police first. It's better to rely on the police to catch thieves, since they are more skilled at collecting fingerprints and such."

"Okay, I'll call right now." Xiaolan nodded obediently, then took out her phone and dialed the police.

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Meanwhile, on a street in Shinjuku Ward.

Sato Miwako dragged her tired body out of an izakaya, her expression bewildered as she faced the setting sun.

If someone unfamiliar with her looked at her expression, they might think that this tall, sophisticated woman was like this because she had drunk too much with guests last night and hadn't recovered yet.

However, the truth is that Sato Miwako participated in a joint mission to eliminate yakuza last night.

I was busy until after 7 a.m., and after taking a short nap in the car, I heard that Takagi and Shiratori were going to Shinjuku to investigate clues about the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Unable to suppress her impulse, she came along as well.

After spending most of the day working on it, it turned out to be fake news.

Lack of sleep and intense mental work have left Miwako Sato's mind blank. All she wants now is to go home, lie on her soft bed, and drift off into a sweet dream.

At that moment, Takagi suddenly walked over with his phone: "Sato-senpai, I just received a notification from headquarters that a burglary has occurred in Beika Town."

"Were there any casualties?" Miwako asked.

Takagi: "There have been no reports of casualties so far, but the stolen painting is said to be quite valuable."

Sato Miwako waved her hand: "Okay, then you and Shiratori go take a look. I can't go on anymore, I have to go home and sleep."

“But…” Takagi hesitated, “Inspector Megure specifically instructed you to lead the team.”

"Why?" Sato Miwako was completely confused. "I already worked overtime yesterday, why are you making me lead the team?"

Takagi Wataru's expression was somewhat complicated, but he finally explained, "I heard that Mr. Nukumizu was also at the crime scene, and it was he who asked Ran to call the police."

Sato Miwako immediately perked up.

Her eyes were sharp, like those of a female leopard encountering an intruder in her territory. Her narrow eyes narrowed slightly: "Damn it, you dare to steal things within my jurisdiction. I'll teach you a lesson."

Chapter 246 Miwako Sato: We can't all marry him at the same time, can we?

Streets of Shinjuku.

The yakuza members who had been casting flirtatious glances at Sato Miwako just moments before were suddenly taken aback by her imposing aura.

Watching Miwako rush to the red Mazda parked on the side of the road, she smoothly climbed into the driver's seat like in a Jackie Chan action movie, started the engine, stepped on the gas, and pulled the car out of the parking space with a beautiful drift.