Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

This further illustrates that Takakura Bunta is different from ordinary yakuza; he is a very difficult person to deal with.

However, this cunning guy suddenly attacked a high school student out of nowhere, only to be severely injured by the student instead.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have found it hard to believe this explanation.

Furthermore, she observed that Wen Shui's body was very clean, which indicated that he had been in a one-sided and overwhelming position throughout the fight.

Is this something someone who is excessively frightened could do?

No, no, even a high school student who is overly frightened would have a hard time fighting against a yakuza who has been famous for many years, right?

Miwako looked at the warm water with her beautiful big eyes.

It seems this manzai master isn't as simple as he appeared.

"Officer Sato, I was forced to use my fist in self-defense. You're not going to make me pay for medical expenses, are you?" Wen Shui noticed that the other person's eyes were not right and couldn't help but ask.

Miwako patted her chest with a smile: "Don't worry, just say you're one of my people, and I guarantee you'll be fine."

Looking at the surging, soft flesh, Wen Shui looked troubled and even changed her form of address: "Ms. Sato, I am still in school and have no intention of dating at the moment."

"What are you thinking, you brat!" Miwako rolled her eyes at him. "What I mean is, you'll just say later that you're my informant, that you found a clue about the Slit-Mouthed Woman and wanted to report it to me, and then you got attacked."

"why?"

"Because this way we can keep Takakura Bunta locked up a little longer. Otherwise, with his injuries so severe, his lawyer could easily find some excuse to bail him out," Sato Miwako explained.

The warm water instantly understood.

Miwako Sato probably wanted to pry more information out of this person.

"But... this should be illegal, right?" Wen Shui asked.

Miwako Sato: "You've already beaten him up like that, and you're still worried about this?"

Wen Shui: "That was self-defense."

“It was excessive self-defense. The Majima Group has a very capable lawyer who might cause you trouble.” Miwako looked at him with her beautiful big eyes. “Actually, I’m trying to help you.”

Wen Shui felt she was being misled, so she asked again, "What benefits will I get?"

"Here, take this."

Sato Miwako handed him the brown paper bag she was holding, and a rich aroma of meat wafted from it.

Warm Water: "What is this?"

"Freshly baked meat buns, they're delicious." Sato Miwako sounded a bit like a child trafficker trying to lure children with candy.

Wen Shui looked disgusted.

Sato Miwako sighed, "Alright, alright, I'll thank you again after it's done. Actually, I didn't want to exploit legal loopholes like this, but these people are too cunning. If I don't use some tricks, more innocent people will only get hurt."

Wen Shui thought for a moment, then nodded, agreeing to her terms of cooperation.

His main concern was that they would inevitably have to meet frequently in the future because of the case.

Because Wen Shui wasn't sure if she had Conan's "invisibility buff" that allowed her to move freely at crime scenes, it would be easier to gather information if she knew someone.

At this point, after dropping off Takakura Bunta, the two police officers returned to the crime scene.

Two other people were following behind them.

Officer A was also taken aback when he saw Miwako Sato: "Huh? How did you get in here? There was just an attack here, you can't just barge in."

Officer B, clearly more straightforward, walked right over and asked, "Miss, who are you? Please show me your driver's license."

It seems they consider Miwako Sato a suspicious person.

Wen Shui: "She's a police officer..."

“He’s a regular customer of my shop.” Sato Miwako hugged him tightly and then secretly pinched his arm twice.

Sato Miwako was already wearing very little clothing, with most of her skin exposed, and now it was all pressed against Wen Shui's body.

Moreover, she had been running all the way here and was covered in sweat.

Her skin, as delicate and smooth as a young girl's, seemed to be brushed with a thin layer of syrup, with a sticky and slightly astringent feel.

It makes one think of the feeling of doing a backflip with a sweaty girlfriend in a room without air conditioning on a hot summer day.

Officer B took out his baton and pointed it at the two men: "You can't hug each other. He's still under suspicion."

Sato Miwako released Wenshui and then cooperated by taking out her driver's license for inspection.

Wen Shui glanced at it and found that the name on the driver's license was a fake identity called Ueshima Kaede, and the photo also looked very similar to her disguised image. It seems that the Metropolitan Police Department is not as useless as portrayed in the original Conan manga.

Miwako Sato was then escorted outside the cordon at the crime scene.

But her unusual behavior made Wen Shui guess that there must be a situation here that prevented her from revealing her true identity.

Wen Shui turned her gaze to the two unfamiliar faces.

He was probably in his early twenties, with messy hair and heavy dark circles under his eyes; he looked like someone who had indulged in excessive sexual activity.

The other one was older, wearing an expensive suit and a gold watch that looked quite valuable on his wrist.

Officer A helped introduce them: "This is Bunta Takakura's colleague, and this gentleman in the suit is his lawyer."

Wen Shui nodded, thinking that these two people should both be members of the Majima Group.

If I'm not mistaken, the man in the suit is likely the target of Officer Sato's undercover investigation, which is why she doesn't want to reveal her identity. Wen Shui made a simple assessment of the situation.

What happened next surprised him.

Unexpectedly, the lawyer from the Majima group was quite capable, quickly finding two loopholes that put Nuwa in a disadvantageous position.

Damn it, I should have left sooner.

Wen Shui looked at Sato Miwako outside the cordon and asked her what to do now.

Sato Miwako gave him a reassuring look, assuring him to cooperate with the investigation.

Next came the on-site evidence collection phase. Perhaps considering that the attack might be taken to court, the two officers were very thorough in their evidence collection, taking photos of every corner of the scene.

The two members of the Majima group waited patiently nearby.

Wen Shui took the opportunity to slip away to the vicinity of the cordon, wanting to ask Sato Miwako what to do next, but there were still many onlookers behind her, making it inconvenient to talk.

"I have to go now, Wenshui-kun. Remember to come visit me at the shop next time." Sato Miwako pressed close, pretending to hug Wenshui goodbye through the police tape, saying the lines of a hostess, but her eyes conveyed "Don't worry, I'll figure something out."

Then, she seemed worried that Wen Shui hadn't understood her hint.

She even deliberately pinched his waist twice.

Wen Shui smiled and nodded: "No problem, Miss Shangdao, you have to give me a discount next time."

After saying that, he reached out and pinched her waist twice to show that he understood her hint.

Sato Miwako was startled. After all, she was just a disguised scout, not a real prostitute. Faced with this situation, she instinctively backed away.

Then, by a twist of fate, the hand that reached out with warm water peeled off the rhinestone navel stud that was stuck to her navel.

The shimmering light pink jewelry still retained her body heat, and a faint fragrance could still be smelled.

Sato Miwako stared at him in shock.

Wen Shui was also a little surprised and subconsciously wanted to stick the things in her hand back on.

Officer B shouted from behind, "This is not a place for you to flirt, Ms. Ueshima. Please do not solicit customers here and interfere with our investigation."

"I'm sorry, I'll be leaving now." Sato Miwako bowed her head and apologized, a captivating view revealed at her neckline.

She lowered her head.

Wen Shui's gaze passed over her neat short hair and landed on Xiao Lan, who was standing at the very edge of the crowd, panting heavily, and was also looking at him with an incredulous expression.

Will feeding each other with Xiaolan enhance their relationship in Chapter 20?

Xiaolan's school uniform was a bit messy, and her hair was also messy from the wind. Even the cute horns that stick up on the top of her head were not so obvious anymore.

They looked like they rushed over in a hurry.

Wen Shui suddenly felt a little touched.

Although I don't know how she found this place, anyone would feel warm inside to be worried about to this extent, even if she is someone else's childhood sweetheart.

However, judging from Ran's shocked expression, it seems she overheard his conversation with Sato Miwako and mistakenly thought he was the kind of person who frequented Kabukicho.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Xiaolan suddenly lowered her head: "I'm sorry! I was just passing by, I didn't hear anything, I'm just glad you're okay."

After saying that, she turned and ran away.

Wen Shui lifted the police tape and chased after them: "Wait a minute, let me explain!"

Of course, when he brushed past Sato Miwako, he didn't forget to return the rhinestone navel stud to her. Holding that thing, it wouldn't be easy to explain if he chased after her.

However, he was in a hurry and just slapped the thing on Miwako's navel haphazardly, so it was stuck on crookedly.

A rhinestone sticker shimmering with a light pink light was stuck above her navel.

And by sheer coincidence, his fingertips brushed across Sato Miwako's delicate navel, feeling a touch even softer and more supple than her slender waist.

"That damn brat, at least aim properly!" Miwako cursed inwardly.

But because she was still in disguise and conducting reconnaissance, she had to suppress her shame and indignation and pretend to be an expert as she put the navel stud back in place.

However, because the disguised investigators will to some extent adopt the psychological state of a prostitute to make their disguise more realistic, it is just like performing a play on stage.

This also means that the damage from a sip of warm water is even greater than a direct punch to the stomach.

The boy's slender yet powerful fingertips, warmed by his body, easily pierced Miwako's small and adorable navel.

It spread to the workshop where she nurtured life.

At that moment, the Majima gang member behind him pointed in the direction Nuku had fled: "Officer, that kid got away!"

"What? He escaped?!" Officer A, who was holding a camera and looking for the right angle to take a picture, exclaimed in shock. "Shanye, quickly call for backup and tell them that a criminal has escaped to avoid punishment."

Officer A lifted the cordon tape and chased after Wen Shui in the direction she had fled.

The officer behind him picked up the paging device: "Calling headquarters, this is 47, urgent request for backup! The scene is in Shinjuku Ward..."

Masato Tanimura, the lawyer for the Majima Group, looked impatient: "What a hassle. I was planning to have sukiyaki with Rika, but it looks like we won't be able to go."

Sato Miwako stared speechlessly at the situation before her. She had only wanted to avoid revealing her identity to Tanimura Masayoshi and arousing his suspicion.