Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"Then why did you dare to come with me?" Takakura Bunta glanced behind him and, noticing no one else following, became even more curious.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "Because I'm also curious to see how many pieces of trash like you I can take down right now."

"What? You brat!" Takakura Bunta was furious and reached for the dagger at his waist.

Before he could even pull out his dagger, a glass bottle flew toward his face.

Chapter 19 I accidentally did something too inappropriate to Senior Sato

After parting ways with Takakura Bunta, Nohara-sensei successfully bought some sweets for the Ghost Festival and a bottle of sweet potato shochu.

Because there were long lines at the dim sum shop, it was already dark by the time he boarded the bus home.

The carriage was packed with people, most of whom were office workers with blank expressions, working so late even on the eve of a holiday. You can imagine their mental state.

Traffic conditions during this time of day are also extremely frustrating, especially in the city center, where cars are constantly stopping and starting, and the speed is never very fast.

Mr. Nohara gripped the handrail, his body swaying with the bus, thinking about having his wife find his old photo albums so they could reminisce about those bygone years.

Ms. Nohara looked out the car window.

The street is lined with shops, including many izakayas, convenience stores, and ramen shops.

As night fell, the neon-lit shop signs created a beautiful scene, and two office workers in suits walked into an izakaya with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Just then, he suddenly saw two familiar figures.

Bunta Takakura and Kazuki Onamizu were standing by the roadside, seemingly talking about something. Onamizu looked somewhat uneasy.

Immediately afterwards, the bus began to turn, and the passengers in the carriage also leaned to one side, obstructing Nohara's view.

"Driver, I want to get off," Nohara called out to the front.

Driver: "This passenger is 2 kilometers away from the next stop."

"I have an urgent matter to attend to, please let me off the bus."

"It really won't work. There's no way to park here, and it's too dangerous to get out here," the driver said, keeping his eyes fixed ahead without turning around.

The bus had already entered the main road and was in the middle of the traffic flow, with cars moving at a constant speed all around it.

Nohara frowned, his unease growing stronger.

He subconsciously thought of the possibility that Takakura Bunta wanted to vent his anger on the Teitan students because of the unpleasantness that had just happened between the two of them.

The more Nohara-sensei thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

Although he did not approve of the path that Takakura Bunta had taken, he had to admit that the other party did indeed have a talent far beyond that of ordinary people in this area.

Bunta Takakura was already a formidable figure in high school. Not only was he untouchable at school, but he also had close ties with the then-famous Majima Group.

Later, he naturally joined the yakuza organization and quickly rose to the rank of a minor leader. While his classmates were still sending out resumes and doing low-paying part-time jobs, he was doing all that work.

Bunta Takakura has already bought a car and spends money at nightclubs every night.

Such a person cannot be countered by lukewarm water or a tree.

He hesitated for a moment, then found Sato Miwako's number in his phone's contacts: "Miwako? I need to ask you for a favor..."

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Sato Miwako had just stepped out of the convenience store with a meat bun in her hand when she received a call from Uncle Nohara.

Her disguise reconnaissance for today is over.

He is now preparing to deliver dinner to his partner Takagi, who is staying in the car to keep watch.

"What? You said there's a yakuza named Takakura Bunta who wants to attack your student?" Miwako paused for a moment after saying that. "Uncle Nohara, you said that person is Takakura Bunta, is he the one from the Majima Group?"

“That’s right, they’re near 6-chome in Shinjuku Ward right now…”

"Don't worry, Uncle Nohara, I'm on my way right now." Miwako hung up the phone impatiently after hearing the address.

It's no wonder she was in such a hurry, because not long after the interrogation ended a few days ago, the Majima Group's lawyers bailed those guys out.

Although Sato Miwako led her men in a raid on the smuggling route overnight, they did indeed seize a considerable amount of smuggled motorcycle parts, as well as other contraband.

But the scale was too small to allow the biker gangs in Shinjuku to run rampant to this extent.

That's when she realized she might have been tricked.

The other party paid with two teeth of a Majima-gumi underling, several insignificant scapegoats, and a smuggling channel of moderate size.

They gained time to transfer truly important criminal evidence, while simultaneously increasing their vigilance.

Although Sato Miwako really wanted to bring that bastard back for interrogation, she couldn't just arrest someone without sufficient evidence, even if he was a yakuza member.

Not to mention, people like Bunta Takakura are homeless, so finding them is not easy.

Miwako Sato had already given up on this lead and was preparing to investigate from other angles.

Unexpectedly, this led to a turning point for her.

Moreover, why would a yakuza boss who would use two teeth as a price to confuse the Metropolitan Police Department's investigation target a student?

Isn't that something delinquents like to do?

Miwako became increasingly convinced that there might be something more to this than met the eye.

Perhaps by following this unusual behavior, we can uncover the truth behind the recent surge in biker gang activity in Shinjuku.

Ignoring the stares of passersby, she ran wildly, clutching the meat buns in a brown paper bag, nearly bumping into people several times.

There was no other way; time was of the essence, and Sato Miwako knew Takakura Bunta's entire resume.

A man who started committing crimes in high school and rose to become the head of the Majima Group's direct subordinate unit over several decades had the most serious crime on his record in the Metropolitan Police Department: smashing a pachinko machine because he lost too much money gambling.

Such a ruthless character wouldn't need long to deal with a high school student.

Five minutes later, Sato Miwako arrived at the street in front of the Onami part-time convenience store.

From a distance, she could see an ambulance and a patrol car parked on the roadside less than 100 meters from the convenience store.

Miwako thought to herself, "Is this too late? I just hope the child isn't too badly hurt."

She crossed the road to the scene and found that the entrance to the alley was blocked by police tape, and many people were curiously looking inside.

At that moment, two Metropolitan Police Department officers in patrol uniforms, along with paramedics, carried the victim out of the alley.

Miwako looked at the stretcher with some reluctance, and then...

Hey, isn't that Bunta Takakura?

Miwako looked closely and saw that the person lying on top had a face covered in blood and a lot of broken glass that hadn't been cleaned up yet.

But she recognized him at a glance as Bunta Takakura.

"Excuse me, miss." The uniformed police officer didn't see through her disguise and gestured for her not to block the way before carrying Takakura Bunta towards the ambulance.

Miwako looked into the alley in confusion and noticed something shiny on the ground.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the pieces were actually shards of broken glass from a wine bottle, with bright red bloodstains irregularly distributed near the restaurant's back door.

A boy wearing a Teitan school uniform stands by the wall, holding a schoolbag in his hand.

Wait, isn't that the manzai master who helped Chiba solve the museum murder case a few days ago?

Miwako immediately recognized Nukumi's identity.

Combined with what Ms. Nohara had just said on the phone, a bold conjecture gradually became clear in her mind.

Could he be the student Uncle Nohara mentioned, who then injured Takakura Bunta?

Miwako felt a little incredulous.

But being a criminal investigator, her excellent professionalism allowed her to suppress any distracting thoughts. She lifted the security tape and approached Wen Shui to check on the situation: "What happened? What just occurred?"

Wen Shui was just wondering whether to eat ramen or pork cutlet rice later when he noticed a young woman dressed like a streetwalker lifting the yellow police tape and walking towards him.

Wen Shui immediately became alert.

He subconsciously assumed that the woman dressed as a prostitute was an accomplice of the Majima Group. When Takakura Bunta was being beaten earlier, the other party threatened him, saying that he was the leader of the Majima Group, so Nuku already knew who his enemy was.

But after the other person spoke, Wen Shui suddenly felt that her voice sounded familiar.

So he began to carefully examine the woman in front of him.

Through her observation with [Insight lv1], Wen Shui discovered that she was different from the streetwalkers that could be seen everywhere in Shinjuku. She didn't have that vulgar air about her; on the contrary, she was very energetic.

Beneath the thin, cropped tank top lies a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand.

Near her cute belly button, there were also a few sparkly light pink rhinestone navel studs.

Beneath the super-short denim hot pants are long, beautiful legs with amazing proportions, like those of a magazine cover model. Her fair, bare feet are tucked into cool wedge sandals. Whether it's her slender and graceful ankles or her delicate toes with pretty nail polish, it's impossible not to take a second look.

"Are you Officer Sato?" Wen Shui's eyes lit up.

"It's me. What happened?" Miwako pressed.

Although she was also a little curious as to why this guy only realized her identity after seeing her legs, and worried that there might be some flaws in her disguise.

But right now, the most important thing is to figure out the situation on the ground.

Wen Shui: "This person tricked me into coming here, saying he wanted to teach me a lesson to vent his anger..."

Wen Shui briefly explained what had happened.

In fact, he used street fighting skills combined with the muscle strength he had gained in the past few days to teach this guy named Takakura Bunta a lesson.

Just as they were getting into the fight, a patrol car from the Metropolitan Police Department arrived. It turned out that the manager of the convenience store where he worked had seen Wen Shui being dragged away by someone with ill intentions and had called the police.

Although the store manager meant well, he got Wen Shui into unnecessary trouble.

He originally intended to test his abilities and leave, but now he has no choice but to accompany the police in their investigation and evidence collection.

Fortunately, there were quite a few witnesses at the time, and Wen Shui has a clean record, while the other party is a member of a notorious yakuza organization, so he should not be held criminally liable.

Of course, Wen Shui's explanation to Sato Miwako was that he was so frightened that he accidentally hit her too hard.

However, he didn't mention anything about Matsumoto Takashi. Firstly, because there was no evidence, and saying anything might not be useful. Secondly, if the Metropolitan Police Department found out that Matsumoto Takashi had hired people from the Majima Group to teach him a lesson, it would be much more troublesome for him to retaliate against those people.

After hearing what had happened, Sato Miwako was even more shocked.

She knew Takakura Bunta's background all too well. A few days ago, she had gone to great lengths to get him to talk, and in the end, she made him lose two teeth before he finally gave in.

Although she now knows that she was tricked by the other party who deliberately misled her with false information.