Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

The Kanno family's apartment wasn't exactly close to Nukumizu-kun's rented apartment, but for the Junior Detective League, that distance was nothing; they could easily walk home.

However, when it was time to part, Ai Haibara couldn't help but look at Ran with some worry.

This big-breasted woman looks a bit clumsy... I hope it's okay to give her the warm water? I just hope a bad woman from outside doesn't steal the water away.

Ai Haibara walked over, tugged at Ran's sleeve, pulled her aside, and whispered in her ear on tiptoe, "Ran-neechan, you'd better keep an eye on Wen Shui-nii so that Officer Sato doesn't snatch him away."

"W-What are you saying?" Ran had thought Ai was going to tell her what ingredients to buy, and her face immediately turned red. "I-I have nothing between me and Wen Shui."

Ai Haibara sneered inwardly, but said in a childish voice, "Really? Then I'm going to make a move on Wen Shui-nii-san~"

"No!" Ran exclaimed in surprise, grabbing Ai Haibara's hand and advising, "Ai, you're still young. Let's talk about these things when you're older."

Ai Haibara pouted: "I was just kidding, but Ran-neechan, you have to remember, love is always a very selfish thing. If you don't take the initiative, someone else will snatch it away."

"Is that so? Ai really knows a lot."

Xiaolan smiled awkwardly. Her mind was a little blank for a moment. After all, it would be strange for anyone to be taught about love by a child.

In particular, what Ai said seemed to make a lot of sense.

If Wen Shui, who was already in the car, had overheard the conversation between the two, she would probably have been overjoyed.

Ai Haibara has already teamed up with Ran, so how far away is it that they'll be helping each other scrub each other's backs?

However, at this moment, Wen Shui and Shu were unaware of the conversation between Xiao Lan and Haibara Ai. His attention was focused on Sato Miwako: "Hey, I'm telling you, you should pay a little attention to your image. Taking off your shoes in front of the children and saying those kinds of things, you're going to ruin my magnificent image."

Sato Miwako tilted her head and playfully stuck out her tongue: "Huh, a majestic image? Does such a thing exist?"

This is clearly imitating Xiaolan's way of complaining just now.

Wen Shui looked helpless: "There is some to it, I guess. After all, I am a famous detective who has solved many bizarre cases."

"Alright, alright, it was my fault this time. Please don't be angry, Detective Wenshui." Sato Miwako pretended to put her hand on the armrest between the seats, bowed her head slightly, and made a "simplified" dogeza (a traditional Chinese way of bowing).

The beautiful curves, encased in a suit jacket and white shirt, were desperately pressed against the buttons by gravity.

A vast expanse of snow-white Northern Hemisphere appeared before Wen Shui's eyes.

Wen Shui looked at Miwako's strikingly handsome face with some surprise. She actually apologized right away?!

When he worked with Miwako Sato before, even if she made a mistake, she wouldn't formally admit it to him, her junior, like this. At most, she would treat him to ramen or make up for it in other ways.

This was the first time Wen Shui had offered such a formal apology, and she was a little unaccustomed to it: "It's... not that serious. Just be more careful next time."

Sato Miwako raised the tip of her nose, a malicious smile curving her lips: "Well, from now on, I'll only let you use my feet as a stress-relieving toy when we're alone together."

Wen Shui: "What do you want to eat tonight? I suddenly have a craving for winter bamboo shoots."

"Huh? She just tacitly agreed?!" Miwako was also surprised by Wenshui's reaction.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "There's nothing I can do. Senior Sato, you have so much work pressure. It's only right that I help you relax a little once in a while as your partner."

Officer Sato gave Wen Shui a charmingly disdainful look.

At that moment, Wen Shui heard the sound of approaching footsteps through the car window. He turned his head and saw Xiao Lan rushing over angrily.

Wen Shui quickly wiped the smile off her face and stared straight ahead with a serious expression.

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Watching the red Mazda disappear from sight, Ai Haibara and the Detective Boys walked together toward the Nuwa family villa.

Conan had originally wanted to go grocery shopping with her, but Ai Haibara ruthlessly rejected him.

It's not that Ai Haibara doesn't think there's anything wrong with having another person watching over the warm water.

The main problem is that Conan always helps Nuwa, which Haibara Ai finds a bit unbearable. Moreover, Conan secretly found her a while ago and asked her a very pointed question.

Why does seeing Wen Shui and Xiao Lan together evoke a sense of broken pleasure?

Ai Haibara's mind went blank for a while before she came to her senses. She then comforted him with a complicated expression before going online to research a lot of information and coming to a less-than-ideal conclusion.

Is Conan under too much psychological pressure and suddenly awakened some strange fetish?

Ai Haibara couldn't interfere too much with this. She could only try to speed up the research on the antidote so that he could recover and have a fair fight with Wen Shui. This was also an agreement she made with Conan when they cooperated.

However, it seems that Ran's attitude has changed quite noticeably recently, and it feels like even if Conan regains his health, it won't be able to salvage the situation.

Should we advise Conan to change his target? Ai Haibara couldn't help but think about her partner's future.

Half an hour later, the Junior Detective League arrived at Wen Shui's apartment building.

They often come here, so they walked to the door with ease and watched as Ai Haibara took out the key from her pocket.

"I want juice!" Mitsuhiko kicked off his shoes and rushed into the living room, opening the refrigerator and rummaging through it.

Ayumi followed closely behind, dropping her schoolbag and saying, "I want milk!"

Conan held his head, looking absent-minded.

"I want to see the comics that Wen Shui-gege hides under the bed!" Kojima Genta excitedly ran towards Wen Shui's room.

Ai Haibara exclaimed in surprise, "You can't look at that! Eh...?" Ai Haibara suddenly remembered that she had thrown all those things away last time. Did that bastard buy new ones again?

Ai Haibara's face immediately darkened. She gently placed her schoolbag at her feet and then walked towards the room with warm water.

If this time, the female protagonists in the comic book are all mothers of classmates with large breasts, and there are no female characters with short brown hair and tragic backstories...

That bastard Wen Shui is doomed.

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Meanwhile, the mother of the classmate living in the next rented room... uh, no, it's retired idol Yukiko Kudo, who is sneakily pressing her ear against the wall to eavesdrop on what's going on here.

Actually, the soundproofing in this apartment was so-so; Yukiko could vaguely hear the kids talking to Conan.

Wen Shui doesn't seem to be back yet, but based on past experience, today is probably the day the Junior Detective Club will have a get-together at Wen Shui's house.

Yukiko felt uneasy. She took her phone out of her pocket; the screen showed 16:28 PM. The screen saver was a close-up photo of her and Numizu.

After thinking it over carefully, Yukiko realized that the Junior Detective League hadn't eaten at the Nuwa's house for a long time; they usually ate at Professor Agasa's house.

Could it be that Wen Shui came for her this time?

Because the bet hadn't ended yet, he deliberately called her over to this situation, subjecting her to both psychological and physical humiliation.

Mrs. Kudo thought about it more and more and felt that this was very likely, because she found that whenever she was very shy, Wen Shui's eyes would light up like a carnivore seeing its prey.

That despicable bastard...

Yukiko Kudo gritted her teeth, a blush rising on her delicate, girlish skin from anger.

Then, after less than five seconds of thought, she picked up the rhinestone-studded leather women's handbag from the coffee table and prepared to run away.

However, just as I reached the door to change my shoes, I received a text message from Wen Shui... no, it should be the whisper of the devil!

[Conan and Ran are having dinner at my house tonight. Come over if you're free. I bought lemon pie; it's from that restaurant you mentioned wanting to go to but haven't had time for yet.]

Yukiko Kudo held her high heels in one hand and looked at the information on her phone screen with the other. It took her a long time before she slowly put the shoes back on the floor in the entryway.

Hmph, that sounds nice, but you're just trying to make her look foolish, aren't you?

And remembering what she casually mentioned wanting to eat is nothing special; such a little trick can't shake her firm resolve, Yukiko thought with a serious expression.

Unfortunately, there was no mirror near the entrance to her studio, otherwise Mrs. Kudo would definitely have seen her own upturned lips and the look of delight on her face.

Oh well, she still has work to do later anyway. She hasn't even watched the audition videos of so many actor candidates yet. Even if she goes home now, she won't be able to work.

Moreover, deserting in the face of battle is not in her nature.

Yukiko Kudo's consistent approach to dealing with men has always been to go for the ride. He's just a kid; she only needs to show a little bit of mature womanly charm to make him fall flat on his face.

Yukiko Kudo kept trying to reassure herself.

If that lukewarm guy could come and invite her with lemon pie after she finishes her work, she'd reluctantly agree to his request today.

Yukiko walked barefoot on the entryway floor, her steps light and quick as she headed towards the work area.

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On the other side, Wen Shui came out of a Western restaurant called "Kuangye Qian" carrying a packaged lemon pie.

Sitting in her car by the roadside, Miwako Sato watched curiously as Wen Shui opened the car door. Ran had gone to a nearby fried chicken shop to queue up for the fried chicken the Junior Detective League wanted, and wasn't with them.

After Wen Shui sat in the passenger seat, she carefully placed the packaging box on her lap, and the air was filled with a sweet lemon scent.

Sato Miwako asked curiously, "Do you like lemon pie? I've never heard you mention it before."

"It wasn't bought for me." Wen Shui smiled.

Sato Miwako immediately became alert, and she smiled awkwardly: "Is this something Ran likes to eat?"

"No, it's for my difficult female boss." Wen Shui smiled wryly. "It's Kudo-kun's mother, the retired actress Kudo Yukiko. I'm currently working with her on a movie, so if I can keep her happy, I'll get more funding and more authority."

Sato Miwako suddenly realized: "Oh, it's Ms. Kudo. But I didn't expect you to have learned to flatter your superiors so quickly. I feel like you'd have a bright future if you joined the Metropolitan Police Department after graduation."

Wen Shui asked in surprise, "Does joining the Metropolitan Police Department require learning to flatter your superiors?"

“That’s what Inspector Megure taught us,” Miwako said cutely, sticking out her tongue. “But you should be fine. You have strong reasoning skills, so you should be able to do whatever you want in the police station.”

Wen Shui smiled and shook her head: "Please spare me, my carefree personality is not suitable for being a criminal police officer."

Miwako suddenly wanted to ask him, "What if it were for me? Would you join the Metropolitan Police Department?" But her intuition immediately told her that this question might cause the relationship between her and Awami to deteriorate.

Sato Miwako forced a smile: "So what kind of job do you want to do after graduation?"

"The owner of the castle in the luxury villa?" Wen Shui said.

Miwako looked at Wen Shui with a helpless expression and couldn't help but reach out and poke his forehead: "You, stop daydreaming and be more practical."

"I know, I'm still a long way from graduating from university. My current goal is to enjoy my youth to the fullest," Wen Shui said seriously.

Sato Miwako didn't say anything more. She knew that most boys around Wen Shui's age were quite rebellious, and nagging like a mother hen might annoy them.

Miwako Sato knows that all she can do now is try her best to accompany Numizu in celebrating youth.

As for Wen Shui's future, since he's such a good strategist, a skilled fighter, and a novelist, he can still consider making a living after graduation.

Sato Miwako lightly pressed the accelerator, and the red Mazda merged into the traffic on the main road, quickly arriving at the fried chicken shop where Xiaolan was queuing.

However, they hadn't even gotten close to the parking space on the side of the road yet.

Sato Miwako's eyes suddenly widened as she looked at the woman chatting enthusiastically with Ran, her mouth involuntarily forming an "O" shape.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Wen Shui couldn't help but scratch his head when he saw the woman next to Xiao Lan.

"I feel like today is destined to be an eventful day," Wen Shui thought to herself.