Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

And she also felt a faint sense of pleasure, similar to that of Xiaolan when she was held in warm water.

After listening to Mrs. Kudo's explanation, Sato Miwako bumped her elbow against the warm water and teased, "You're really lucky, kid. You have a super popular retired female idol as your neighbor. Hey, honestly, aren't you tempted?"

Because she had been drinking, Miwako was bolder in her probing than usual.

Wen Shui rolled her eyes and said with a wry smile, "I'm almost driven crazy by her all day long. She's always urging me to write articles. If I had money, the first thing I would do is move out of here."

Sitting across from him by the warm water, Mrs. Kudo gritted her teeth, wishing she could take off her shoes and stuff them into his mouth.

I didn't like the way you hugged me and started kissing me at my doorstep just now! You even bit my lip until it bled, and now it hurts every time I eat a bite of spicy crayfish.

Yukiko Kudo picked up her beer glass and took a big gulp, but she still couldn't suppress the feeling of something stuck in her throat.

Are you disliked?

But wasn't he always happy when he went to get warm water before?

Mrs. Kudo pouted and drank her wine in a sullen mood.

Wen Shui thought he had easily dodged a battle and was happily peeling crayfish when he suddenly noticed something soft and silky gently resting on his knee.

It felt like the gentle rubbing of a cat's paw pads on his knee.

Because the table was in the way, no one noticed the person's little actions.

Wen Shui looked up at the "suspects" across the table. First, she could immediately rule out Kojima Genta, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, and Edogawa Conan. That left...

Ai Haibara, Ayumi Yoshida, and Yukiko Kudo.

Wen Shui narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze sweeping over the three people one by one.

Yukiko Kudo was cutting lemon pie on her plate, Ai Haibara was idly arranging the peeled crayfish shells into the shape of a Gundam robot, and only Ayumi Yoshida was looking at Nuku Shui with curiosity.

Could it be that……

Has Yoshida's view on love been influenced by Ai Haibara?

Chapter 255 Drunk Sato-senpai is kind of cute

To find out who was secretly doing this under the table.

Wen Shui pretended to accidentally drop the chopsticks, and then tried to grab the suspect by bending down to pick them up. However, the suspect reacted faster and removed his foot from Wen Shui's knee before Wen Shui could lower his head.

As a last resort, we had to observe the condition of the people's legs to analyze who the criminal was.

The first thing that catches the eye is Ai Haibara's slender legs encased in white ankle socks. Her porcelain-doll-like skin is soft and delicate, and her legs are as perfect as a Barbie doll's, making her the ultimate dream for every leg enthusiast.

Ayumi's socks are similar in style to Ai Haibara's, but she's more mischievous, and her little feet keep shaking inside her slippers.

In contrast, Ai Haibara is much more honest.

Wen Shui carefully observed Ayumi's movements and found that she seemed to be fidgeting only because she was bored, and was probably not the murderer.

Although Ai Haibara was somewhat suspicious, the warm water had just been stepped on by her that afternoon, and the texture seemed different from the fleshy pad that had been resting on his knee earlier. Besides, given Ai Haibara's personality, she wouldn't do anything to secretly flirt with him.

After temporarily ruling out these two suspects, Wen Shui shifted her gaze to the side.

What appeared before me was a pair of sexy, beautiful legs encased in black, semi-sheer stockings.

Compared to the two suspects mentioned earlier, Yukiko Kudo's figure is clearly more mature and her poses are more alluring.

Mrs. Kudo crossed her legs, her full, plump thighs, encased in black stockings, becoming even more transparent under the pressure. Her slender ankles moved rhythmically up and down, and her sexy black-stockinged feet swayed gently on her slippers, as if deliberately trying to attract innocent young men to submit to her feet.

So, you were the murderer after all!

Wen Shui identified the suspect based on her keen intuition.

But why did Yukiko Kudo suddenly do this? Could it be that the joke just now went a bit too far and she felt a little wronged?

But if you're angry, shouldn't you continue to give him the silent treatment and not talk to him? Why would you secretly flirt with him under the table?

Could it be that, thanks to his tireless efforts over this period of time, Mrs. Kudo's progress bar has unknowingly crossed that line?

Wen Shui was delighted and decided to find an opportunity to test his theory later.

Staying under the table for too long would arouse suspicion. After confirming the suspect's identity, Wen Shui picked up her chopsticks and sat down again.

Wen Shui casually wiped the chopsticks with warm water, then secretly observed the expression on Kudo Yukiko's face, finding her to be calm and composed.

Her confident aura made her seem like a successful, independent woman, making it hard to believe that she would secretly flirt with another man in front of her son.

Hmm, why do I feel a little excited?

Wen Shui suddenly realized her own emotional fluctuations, and then turned her gaze to Conan, who was eating crayfish.

It must be because of Conan that he often experiences and identifies with the blond guy's identity, so he subconsciously develops a special desire to conquer this identity.

No, things won't get out of control if this continues.

Wen Shui considers herself someone who prefers pure love stories, and believes that NTR (Netorare) should be taken as entertainment and not taken too seriously. Wen Shui's ideal future is one where everyone can live together harmoniously.

To foster a healthy parent-child relationship, Wen Shui picked up a piece of fried chicken and handed it to Conan with a smile: "Conan-kun, this is delicious."

"Oh, thank you, Wen Shui-gege." Conan was still very polite to Wen Shui when there were outsiders present, especially his mother.

At this moment, Xiaolan suddenly seemed to realize something and snatched the chopsticks from his hand: "Don't use them if they've fallen on the ground. I'll go wash them for you."

As she spoke, Xiaolan took his chopsticks and walked into the kitchen.

Conan, who was chewing fried chicken, looked a little grim.

Wen Shui couldn't help but click her tongue in surprise; this time, she had made things worse. Oh well, these things can't be forced. She'd just have to find opportunities to cultivate a good "parent-child relationship" with Conan later.

"Yukiko-nee, did you like the lemon pie?" Wen Shui changed the subject, trying to get to the point by talking about the lemon pie he had bought especially for Kudo Yukiko.

Yukiko Kudo nodded gently: "It tastes good. That shop has been open for many years, and the taste has never changed. But if we're talking about the best lemon pie in the world, it has to be the one Ran makes herself."

Xiaolan smiled a little embarrassedly: "No way, how could my cooking skills compare to those of a restaurant chef?"

"What's incomparable? I think Ran's cooking is much better than what you get outside." Half-drunk, Officer Sato put his arm around Ran's shoulder, pressing his face against hers like they were best friends who had known each other for many years.

Seeing this, Wen Shui smiled with satisfaction.

That's right, that's how it is. In daily interactions, feelings gradually grow until you understand each other's pain and difficulties, and come to like each other's strengths and good qualities.

The wings should be tightly fitted together!

"By the way, Aunt Yukiko, why didn't you tell me you wanted to eat my lemon pie?" Ran asked curiously.

Yukiko: "I didn't say I wanted to eat this today. It was that kid, Numizu, who decided to buy it to please me."

"Not bad! Wen Shui, you've already mastered the essential skills for career advancement." Officer Sato looked at Wen Shui with great satisfaction. Xiao Lan, however, had a playful and hesitant look in her eyes.

Halfway through dinner, Sato Miwako was already quite drunk.

She started constantly complaining about her superiors' command abilities at the Metropolitan Police Department, and spreading rumors about how a certain officer had suddenly bought a luxury mansion.

Fortunately, everyone sitting here is one of our own and won't talk about this kind of thing. Otherwise, Sato Miwako would probably be suspended again for self-reflection.

At 11 p.m., Genta Kojima finished the last piece of lemon pie on the table, bringing this unexpected dinner to a perfect close.

Those who hadn't been drinking worked together to clean up the mess and tidy up.

Sato Miwako, completely drunk, lay on the sofa and didn't wake up until everyone had cleared the table, muttering incoherently in her sleep.

In this condition, it was definitely not possible to drive back. Yukiko Kudo had also drunk quite a bit and couldn't drive, so after discussing it, everyone decided to stay here.

The Wen Shui family couldn't accommodate so many people, but there was also Yukiko Kudo's rental house next door. The two houses together could surely accommodate these kids and Miwako.

The Junior Detectives cheered and ran to get Xiaolan's phone to call home and explain the situation.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Shui decided he should call Mrs. Sato. So he took Sato Miwako's phone, found the number in the contacts labeled "Mother," and dialed it.

Soon, Mrs. Sato's voice came through the receiver: "What's wrong, Miwako? You haven't been dumped by Mr. Nukumi, have you?"

It won't be that fast.

Wen Shui explained, "Aunt Sato, I'm Wen Shui. Miwako drank too much with us at dinner tonight and might not be able to come home. Don't worry too much."

"Huh? Is it progressing so fast?" Mrs. Sato was clearly surprised. "By the way, are you satisfied with the little gifts I picked out for you?"

Wen Shui was speechless, thinking to herself, "So it really was you who put that thing in the shopping cart. Too bad it ended up benefiting Kudo Yukiko."

"No, you seem to have misunderstood..." Wen Shui patiently explained Miwako's situation to her mother.

Mrs. Sato sounded somewhat disappointed: "I see. Then I'll leave Miwako in your care, Mr. Nukumizu."

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her."

Wen Shui hung up the phone, then looked up and found Ai Haibara, Ran Mouri, and Yukiko Kudo all staring at him warily.

Wen Shui shrugged: "I've finished talking to Mrs. Sato. I'll leave Miwako in your care."

"Okay, I'll go check if we have enough bedding," Xiaolan said, walking towards Wen Shui's storage room.

“No problem, I’ll take care of it,” Yukiko Kudo said. “But I never expected that the usually dashing policewoman would be like this after getting drunk. She’s so cute.”

Wen Shui couldn't help but think to herself, "You weren't any better when you were drunk."

"Hey, what's with that look you're giving me?" Yukiko noticed that Wenshui's expression was off.

Wen Shui: "No, it's just that I was thinking about some past events, some unbearable past events."

Yukiko Kudo clearly knew what the boy was talking about, but there were too many people around, so she had to suppress her anger.

While Ran was in the storage room and Ai Haibara was being pulled away by Ayumi, Wen Shui walked up to Yukiko Kudo and whispered, "Don't you need to go back and tidy up your room first?"

"Why should I tidy up the room? We're all family here, what's wrong with my room being a little messy?" Yukiko blinked.

Wen Shui sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I meant that! If someone sees us, we're doomed!"

Yukiko Kudo's almond-shaped eyes widened as she suddenly recalled what had happened on the sofa that evening. Her fair and delicate skin, which had been like a young girl's, turned bright red, as if she had just eaten countless boiled crayfish: "I-I don't need you to remind me, I already prepared everything when I came."

"Oh, I was just checking up on things," Wen Shui said.

"No need." Yukiko snorted. "Anyway, I'll only cause trouble for others. You should worry more about Officer Sato."

Wen Shui looked at Mrs. Kudo's sulking expression with a bit of amusement. She was no different from a young girl who had just tasted the sweetness of love, except that her figure was a little too hot.

But he couldn't help asking, "Why can't I be asked to pay more attention to Xiaolan?"

"Ran is Shinichi's childhood friend, don't even think about it!" Yukiko snapped. "Besides, didn't you say you like older women?"

Wen Shui: "I'm sorry, I actually lied to you."

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Kudo's expression changed slightly, and she couldn't help but grab Wen Shui's sleeve with her small hand.