Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"How could that be? I was just saying it casually." Wen Shui looked at Sato Miwako with gentle eyes. "Big sister is my favorite type."

Sato Miwako was struck dumb, her heart pounding. She lowered her head to avoid Wen Shui's gaze and whispered, "So, it's true that you like stockings?"

"That's a rumor too." Wen Shui said sternly.

Miwako chuckled, "I don't believe it. When you were racing with me before, the expression on your face was always a little off whenever you put your hand on my leg. You were definitely fantasizing about something, weren't you?"

“That’s different,” Wen Shui couldn’t help but argue. “No one could do anything in that situation. Sato-senpai’s legs are the most unique I’ve ever seen among girls.”

"You should say that to Xiaolan. I'm past the age where I can be fooled by sweet talk like that."

Despite her words of disdain, Sato Miwako couldn't help but smile with delight.

"By the way, it's been a long time since we've raced with you. How about we try it again next time you have time?" Wen Shui suggested.

Miwako's eyes darted away: "We'll see. I haven't had time to maintain the car lately, so it won't run properly."

In fact, Sato Miwako takes her car for maintenance every month. After all, it is a memento left by her father, so how could she not cherish it?

The reason she used this excuse to brush off Wen Shui was that Miwako was a little afraid to race with Wen Shui anymore. Before their relationship was so good, the adrenaline rush from racing and the sense of security Wen Shui gave her greatly relieved her work stress.

But as their relationship gradually warmed up, especially after the last bombing incident.

Miwako Sato felt that if she were to experience that kind of surge of adrenaline and dopamine again, she might break through the limits of reason and do something even bolder.

That red Mazda was a keepsake from her father, and Miwako didn't want to tarnish it.

Wen Shui looked at her curiously: "So how have you been releasing stress lately?"

These words seemed to have stepped on another landmine for Sato Miwako. The skin around her ears instantly turned bright red. She put down the magazine in her hand and walked towards the kitchen: "I've been busy with work lately and haven't had time to think about those things. I'll go see if Ran needs any help."

Wen Shui looked curiously at Miwako's slender back wrapped in her uniform shirt, wondering if she had secretly picked up some bad habits.

I've heard that many detectives in the Metropolitan Police Department have become addicted to gambling and drugs due to excessive work pressure.

No, I need to find an opportunity to interrogate her properly. I can't just stand by and watch Miwako go astray, Wen Shui thought to herself.

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Having cleared up the misunderstanding with Miwako Sato, Nukumizu shifted her focus to Ai Haibara.

Sherry is so irrational! She actually revealed their little secret about bathing and scrubbing each other's backs, which almost got him kidnapped by Sato Miwako. She even kicked him through the glass.

Does this woman even know how to behave properly?

Wen Shui felt she had to teach her a lesson, to let her know that her area was very sensitive and that she shouldn't stomp on it like that.

However, Ai Haibara seemed to have anticipated that Nutsu would cause her trouble, so she stayed by the Detective Boys' side playing card games, and later even went to the kitchen to help Ran make dinner, not giving Nutsu any chance to get close.

Warm water could only temporarily quell the anger in my heart; I'll find another opportunity to talk about it later tonight.

Not long after, Ran came out of the kitchen wearing an apron: "Dinner is almost ready. Warm water. Have you contacted Ms. Kudo yet?"

"Oh, I'll call and ask." Sitting on the sofa, Wen Shui casually picked up the phone and dialed Sato Miwako, but the phone rang a few times and no one answered.

Xiaolan: "What's wrong? Can't you get in touch with them?"

"She's probably asleep. She's been busy with work these past few days and hasn't had much rest." Wen Shui smiled and stood up from the sofa. "But she said she had to go to her studio to take care of some things before coming over. I'll go knock on the door and see if she's arrived yet."

Ran nodded obediently: "Okay, then Ai and I will wait for you to come back."

After leaving the entrance hall, Wen Shui went to the door of Yukiko Kudo's rented apartment next door and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a long time, no one responded.

Wen Shui frowned slightly. Could it be that she was scared away by the "gift" he threw in?

I don't think so. After all, she's Conan's mother. She wouldn't be so shy as to act like a little girl, would she?

Wen Shui hesitated for a moment, but finally took out a bunch of keys from her pocket and found the key on the door of Yukiko Kudo's house.

Yes, Onami has a key to Yukiko Kudo's rented apartment, but she only gave it to Onami for work purposes. Occasionally, when Yukiko is out discussing business, she will call Onami to use the fax machine to help her process some documents and materials.

Actually, he initially refused the warm water because he hated trouble.

However, one night, after Kudo Yukiko got drunk, she accidentally fell in her rented room and couldn't get up for a long time. This made Wenshui a little worried about her safety living alone, so she agreed to Kudo Yukiko's request.

There was nothing she could do; Mrs. Kudo's body was just too soft.

Wen Shui inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. She saw the entryway was spotless, with a pair of light blue high heels lying on the floor near the entrance. The hallway lights were off, making it somewhat dark.

Wen Shui quietly changed into slippers and then walked through the hallway into the living room.

Thick stacks of office paper were piled up in the corner of the living room, and the tea on the sofa was only half-finished, with faint lipstick marks on the rim of the cup.

Kudo Yukiko's intimate underwear and a gossamer-thin nightgown were carelessly tossed on the fabric sofa.

Wen Shui's expression changed slightly. Could this woman be taking a shower too?

He took two steps toward the bathroom and, sure enough, heard the sound of running water coming from inside.

Two semi-transparent options seemed to appear before Wen Shui's eyes.

A: Pretend you were never there, and maintain the proper boundaries between yourself and your classmate's mother.

b: Go into the bathroom to help Mrs. Kudo scrub... Ah, no! It should be that I deliberately made noise to let her know I was there, reminding her to hurry up and eat.

Wen Shui thought about it for a moment and decided to choose option B. The main reason was that he was also a little hungry. That narcissistic woman takes a long time to take a bath and might even take a few selfies in the bathtub. If he didn't remind her that dinner was ready, they might not be able to eat until it was completely dark.

Furthermore, Onami didn't feel that she should maintain a polite boundary with Yukiko Kudo.

Please, that's Conan's mom!

She is a "rare elite monster" second only to Xiaolan in this world, and her body is so soft that she blushes at the slightest touch, making it impossible to resist her.

Wen Shui coughed lightly: "Mrs. Kudo, I'm coming in." As soon as she said it, Wen Shui suddenly realized that her lines seemed a bit off.

Sure enough, no sooner had the words left her lips than a breathtaking gasp echoed from the bathroom.

Chapter 253: A Heroic Rescue of a Drowning Person, and Then the Discovery of Mrs. Kudo's Ultimate Secret

The warm water's gaze was seen through the frosted glass of the bathroom.

The combination of shower gel and hot water releases a unique fragrance that wafts out through the bathroom door, smelling incredibly refreshing.

However, unlike Officer Sato, Yukiko Kudo didn't press her body against the glass; instead, she fell into the bathtub, so the warm water didn't even give her a blurry outline.

However, he did hear the sound of toiletries falling to the floor and Mrs. Kudo frantically slapping the water in the bathtub, making sounds like drowning people calling for help.

That stupid woman.

This is the second time she's almost drowned in the bathtub, isn't it?

I really don't know how she's managed to survive until now. This is the world of Detective Conan! Shouldn't someone with her constitution be the easiest to kill? Is it really just because of Shinichi Kudo's protagonist halo?

Wen Shui asked through the door, "Hey, are you alright?"

Yukiko Kudo: "Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

Wen Shui looked speechless and gently pulled open the sliding door: "I'm really coming in this time. Quickly cover your eyes."

When the bathroom door opened, a rich steam mixed with the scent of toiletries rushed out, but it wasn't so thick that it created a misty atmosphere, so the warm water allowed a clear view of Yukiko Kudo's fair and tender body lying in the bathtub, covered in foam.

After struggling for half a day, she seemed to have found a delicate balance with her arms.

One arm was held on the edge of the bathtub for support, and her fair little feet, painted with red nail polish, were also braced against the outer edge of the bathtub at the end.

Perhaps because she had choked on some water in her haste, Yukiko was coughing violently, leaning out of the bathtub like a drunkard vomiting while leaning on the railing.

Each cough caused the flabby flesh in front of her body to tremble violently, and the foam hanging on it was quickly shaken off.

With the help of the bathroom light, Wen Shui could clearly see the faint blue veins beneath her smooth, delicate, curved skin.

"No, no, don't go, cough cough..."

Yukiko seemed to recall some unpleasant experiences and tried her best to stop Numi from rescuing her from the bathtub, but Numi ignored her pleas.

Ignoring the area that made his heart race even faster, he walked directly to the end of the bathroom, gently grabbed Yukiko Kudo's slender ankle, examined it in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Your ankle is sprained, but it's not serious. Ran has some very good ointment that you can apply for a few days and it will be fine."

no respond.

Yukiko Kudo's fair and soft little feet curled up shyly.

The neatly trimmed toenails were painted an enticing red, like strawberry cakes soaked in syrup, and the adorable wrinkles on the soft soles of the feet were simply irresistible.

Wen Shui gently put down the "strawberry cake" in her hand, turned to look at Kudo Yukiko, and frowned slightly: "Didn't I tell you to close your eyes? Why didn't you listen?"

"Huh? Me?!"

Having suddenly experienced such an embarrassing event, Yukiko's mind was already blank, and then Nuwa asked her a question that was logically flawed.

This immediately caused Mrs. Kudo's brain to short-circuit.

Her mouth was agape in an "O" shape, and her wet hair clung to her cheeks in a wavy pattern. Her expression was completely blank, as if she had been hypnotized.

While Yukiko was distracted, Wenshui reached into the back of her knees and the back of her neck.

He carried Yukiko out of the bathroom in a princess carry and gently placed her on the sofa in the living room. Then he gave her a few towels and bath towels. Afterwards, Onami noticed that the dress on the sofa was a bit too thin and not suitable for the current situation, so he went to the closet and took out a long-sleeved tracksuit and placed it on the coffee table.

"Why don't you dry yourself off first? Can you put your clothes on by yourself?" Wen Shui said.

"OK."

Yukiko Kudo gripped the bath towel tightly, covering her private parts. The comfort provided by the fabric and the warmth of the water, which prevented her from taking any further actions, greatly eased her anxiety.

"Where's your hairdryer?" Wen Shui asked.

"In the bathroom, on the shelf."

Wen Shui nodded and turned to walk towards the bathroom. Actually, he mainly wanted to avoid embarrassment and use the hairdryer to dry himself off a bit. Otherwise, if his clothes were wet and smelled of other women, it would be difficult to explain to Xiao Lan and the others when he got back.

However, before he could even take a step, he was stopped by Yukiko Kudo.

"Wait a minute, why did you make me blindfold myself? Shouldn't you be the one blindfolding me?" Yukiko finally realized that there was a logical problem with what Wenshui said, and grabbed his sleeve to question him.

"How am I supposed to get you out of the bathtub if I blindfold you?" Wen Shui rolled her eyes.

Yukiko was speechless for a moment: "Who, who let you in? If you hadn't sneaked into my house, I wouldn't have fallen down at all."

“I called you but you didn’t answer. A whole bunch of people are waiting for you to have dinner.” Wen Shui shrugged.

Yukiko Kudo had no reason to refute this at all.

Thinking about it carefully, Wen Shui's words seemed to make a lot of sense. Indeed, she had accidentally become addicted to taking baths and forgot that she had promised Wen Shui that she would have dinner with them.

But now that things had come to this point, Mrs. Kudo, with her personality, was not about to admit defeat: "I think you're doing this on purpose. Last time at the amusement park you could walk through the haunted house with your eyes closed, why can't you do it this time?"