Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"I was just telling the truth, and Sonoko isn't an outsider." Ran covered her mouth and chuckled. "Also, why do I always seem to be siding with outsiders?"

Kogoro Mouri glanced at Nukaku with a resentful look in his eyes: "The day before yesterday, I wanted to eat fried pork cutlet, and you said you didn't have enough ingredients at home, so you cooked me a bowl of noodles for dinner. But as soon as this kid arrived, you immediately went out to buy groceries with an umbrella."

Xiaolan's eyes were a little flustered as she retorted, "That's because there wasn't enough food at home for all of us. We can't let Wen Shui go hungry, can we?"

"That's just sophistry. Can't that kid eat noodles with me?"

"Yeah, Ran-neechan, you're so biased," Conan couldn't help but complain.

Xiaolan explained in a serious tone: "When Wenshui is growing, eating that kind of thing all the time will lead to malnutrition."

Conan couldn't help but interject, "But I'm growing too, Ran-neechan."

"Didn't I give you an extra fish salad?" Ran walked over and lightly tapped Conan's head with her hand.

Kogoro Mouri looked utterly despairing: "So, does this mean that my status as the head of the household is lower than that of these two brats who come to freeload?"

His somewhat quirky manner made everyone burst out laughing.

After exchanging a few polite words with Sonoko, Suzuki Mitsuaki left, saying he had some things to take care of.

Wen Shui walked over and sat down next to Uncle Maoli: "Okay, Uncle, don't be angry anymore. Didn't I let you have ice-cold beer and fried pork cutlet later that day?"

Kogoro Mouri retorted defiantly, "How can that be the same? I'm the head of the household!"

"Of course I know that. I'm really sorry to bother you every time..." Wen Shui suddenly lowered her voice, "Next time I go to mooch a meal, I'll buy some beer for you at the supermarket before I go, okay?"

Kogoro Mouri roared, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who would sell my dignity for a few cans of beer?"

"It's chilled, and I'll even persuade Xiaolan to let you drink more," Wen Shui coaxed.

Kogoro Mouri snorted coldly: "Hmph, you little brat, you have too many tricks up your sleeve. I'm really starting to worry if it's a good thing to let Ran get too close to you."

"So?" Wen Shui asked.

Kogoro Mouri said sternly, "Make sure you get Kirin Ichiban Shibori beer, don't get the wrong one."

Wen Shui couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Sure enough, if you cater to his preferences, the problem with Kogoro Mouri is relatively easy to solve. On the other hand, although Eri Kisaki seems more open-minded, she is actually a very principled person.

How to persuade Eri Kisaki to agree to Ran's relationship with him was a problem that always lingered in Wenshui's mind.

If it were just Ran alone, it wouldn't be so bad, but the problem is that she also has a sizable Wings group, and one of them might even be Eri's best friend who grew up with her. This suddenly raises the difficulty to an unexpected level.

It would be great if Ran and Eri weren't related by blood.

Then Wen Shui could unscrupulously use tactics like "Mrs. Eri, you don't want Ran to know the truth either..." to coerce Eri into agreeing to his marriage with Ran, or even go so far as to make Eri wear Ran's JK uniform.

However, all of the above are just Wen Shui's wild thoughts as a novelist.

From a practical standpoint, winning over Eri Kisaki is even more difficult than winning over Conan.

Under Wen Shui's constant attempts to befriend him, Conan has become much more obedient than before. Wen Shui believes that as long as he persists, he will definitely become good friends with Conan.

Just then, I heard Ran and Sonoko talking beside me: "Sonoko, which contestant are you supporting?"

Sonoko Suzuki thought for a moment and said, "Me... of course I support Wolfface Warrior, but I do hope he loses to his opponent tonight."

"Huh? Why?" Xiaolan asked, somewhat surprised.

Sonoko Suzuki said with a grin, "Because the Wolf Mask Warrior once said that he would take off his mask if he lost a match, right? Aren't you curious about what he looks like under that mask, Ran?"

“That’s true. As a detective, you naturally have to be curious about everything.” Xiaolan nodded in agreement. “But wasn’t that wolf-faced warrior’s opponent that annoying guy you mentioned hitting on you last time?”

"That person, it seems, later found out who I was, and just now he even asked Mr. Mitsuaki to apologize to me." Sonoko Suzuki pouted, feeling a little regretful.

Xiaolan: "I see."

Sonoko Suzuki originally thought that Nukusui would teach that blind bastard a lesson and let her experience the feeling of being protected by someone she likes, but she never expected that Hyo Nagase would kneel down so quickly.

Sonoko Suzuki wasn't the type to bully others just because she was a rich girl, so she naturally wouldn't go looking for trouble.

Since that's the case, we can only pin our hopes on the end of the competition and try to have some events happen that will deepen our relationship with Wen Shui. However, with Xiao Lan and those curious kids here, it's probably unlikely that we'll have another chance to have Wen Shui hold our hands like we did just now.

Miss Suzuki racked her brains, then suddenly remembered that many of the audience members were wearing masks, including Wolf Warriors and other wrestlers.

Sonoko suddenly had a bright idea, and then pulled Wenshui's arm: "Wenshui-kun, come with me to buy some wrestler masks for everyone, so that the match will have a better atmosphere."

"We're not real fans, so there's no need for us to wear masks to watch the game, right?" Wen Shui didn't really want to move.

"Stop nagging and hurry up, the match is about to start." Sonoko Suzuki pulled Onami away from the spectator area.

Xiaolan turned back to watch the two figures leave, and couldn't help but reach into her pocket, where she kept the black over-the-knee socks she had just taken off at home.

She was the one who arrived first...

Wait a minute.

Why do I feel so heartbroken, like my beloved toy has been taken away?

"Um... I... I need to go to the restroom."

Driven by her keen intuition, Ran stood up from her seat and chased after Wenshui and Sonoko in the direction they had left.

Chapter 261: Secretly holding hands with Miss Sonoko, then being caught in the act by Ran.

After Ran also made an excuse to leave, Kogoro Mouri suddenly realized that he seemed to have been set up.

The noisy kids, while looking at the official guidebook introducing the wrestlers and match times, started arguing about who was the best, and the argument was getting increasingly heated.

The noise attracted the attention of many customers nearby.

Normally, Ran would be the one to handle these situations, but since he's the only adult around now, the responsibility falls on the shoulders of the famous detective, Kogoro Mouri.

Damn it, why do I have to bring my child when I was invited to be a guest?

"Those guys...could they have planned this on purpose?" Kogoro Mouri muttered to himself, then shouted at Genta and the others, "Hey, you guys, stop making noise, you're disturbing other people's view of the game!"

"Sorry……"

The famous detective Kogoro Mouri still intimidated the kids, because Uncle Mouri often acted unpredictably and was very famous. Seeing that Uncle Mouri was really angry, the kids all lowered their voices to discuss the matter.

Seeing this, Kogoro Mouri continued to focus his attention on the cheerleaders dancing in miniskirts on the competition field.

Before long, the topic of discussion among the Junior Detectives had shifted from "Who will win tonight?" to "What is the true identity of the Wolf-Faced Warrior?"

Conan, who had been listening for a while, couldn't help but interject, "Don't you guys know that wrestling matches are scripted? I bet Wolfface's winning streak is just a publicity stunt created by his agency. To maintain suspense, he'll definitely continue his winning streak."

The kids were immediately rendered speechless by Conan's retorts.

Because what Conan said seemed to make sense, but seeing Conan's smug expression made the others furious.

Ayumi looked to Ai Haibara for help, hoping she could say a word to save face.

Ai Haibara didn't want to get involved, but she couldn't ignore Ayumi's pitiful expression: "But Edogawa-san, you know that the plot of Kamen Rider is written by people, but when you see the exciting parts, don't you also get nervous?"

Conan was speechless.

He wanted to say that he didn't like watching that kind of boring stuff at all, but looking at the menacing eyes of Genta and the others, if he insulted Kamen Rider again at this moment, he would probably be punished by those kids ganging up on him.

Although he is still as intelligent as he was when he was Shinichi Kudo, his physical strength has weakened by more than one level. Without activating the gadgets invented for him by Professor Agasa, Genta Kojima can easily hug him from behind.

Conan was often shoved into trees by these kids at first. Although it was a game that children often played on each other, Conan still felt a little embarrassed.

So Conan could only scratch his head and say, "Haibara, you're right, hehehe..."

Conan feigned ignorance and escaped unscathed.

At this moment, Kogoro Mouri, who was getting a little bored because the cheerleaders had left, also joined the discussion: "I think that guy is wearing a mask so mysteriously, he might be the ugliest man in the world, maybe even bald."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a young man's voice came from the aisle behind the crowd: "It's too much to call me the ugliest man in the world, Mr. Mori."

Everyone turned around to look.

Behind them appeared a young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a red, white and gold striped sports jacket.

The wrestler, Keishin Oogami, who came over to ask Kogoro Mouri for an autograph, smiled and said, "I may not be handsome, but I'm not exactly the ugliest man in the world, am I? And most importantly, I'm not bald."

As he spoke, he jokingly scratched his hair.

The little devils couldn't help but exclaim, "Big brother, are you Wolfface...?"

The great god Jingqing quickly put her hand to her mouth to make a shushing gesture: "Don't say it out loud, I'm dead if anyone hears me."

Ayumi looked at Oogami Keishin with a puzzled expression: "But isn't the Wolf Mask Warrior just a marketing gimmick created by the agency? Big brother, is it really okay for you to tell us your real identity like this?"

Although the Junior Detective League members were somewhat dissatisfied with Conan's deduction, Ayumi actually accepted Conan's explanation in her heart.

Ayumi's bluntness made Oogami Keishin a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. My girlfriend is a fan of Mr. Mori. I can't exactly wear a wolf mask to get her autograph."

As he spoke, Da Shen Jing Qing took out a framed photo from behind him, a picture of him and a girl.

"Oh, I see. That explains why your figure looked so familiar." Kogoro Mouri took the photo, signed his name in the blank space, and wrote a message of blessing.

"As expected of Mr. Mori, you almost figured it out." Oogami Keishin smiled, then looked at the children next to Kogoro Mori, "You guys have to keep your brother's secret too, okay? I'll give you toys after the match."

After exchanging a few more polite words with Kogoro Mouri, Oogami Keishin was called away by a wrestler to prepare for a match.

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Wenshui and Suzuki Sonoko came out of the fire escape on the first floor and came to the corridor outside the competition venue.

The match hasn't officially started yet, and many spectators haven't entered the venue. Some are making phone calls in the corridor, while others are smoking in small groups, discussing who will win tonight.

Wen Shui noticed that quite a few people were wearing Wolfman masks, indicating that Wolfman has a considerable number of fans among wrestling enthusiasts.

If Sonoko Suzuki wants to buy a mask, she has to go to the main hall. These kinds of merchandise are sold by the official store. They are very expensive, but you don't have to worry about buying fakes. Some rare limited edition merchandise can even be sold for a high price on the second-hand market.

Wenshui and Suzuki Sonoko followed the signs on the wall toward the main entrance of the venue.

During the process, Sonoko Suzuki would occasionally touch her warm hands with the back of her hands.

Wen Shui glanced at Suzuki Sonoko's face out of the corner of her eye. The girl's short, brown hair was fine and soft, and when it was tied up, her fair forehead shone with a charming light under the lamp.

Sonoko didn't wear lipstick today, but instead used a clear lip balm that girls her age usually like. This way, she wouldn't have to worry about being punished by the student council or teachers, and her lips would have a crystal clear texture.

Sonoko Suzuki kept talking about the tennis club, seemingly having only accidentally touched the back of his hand.

But isn't this frequency a bit too high?

Wen Shui couldn't help but think to herself, "There are two or three times in less than ten meters. Even with Sonoko's carefree personality, this is a bit too strange."

Wen Shui hesitated for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Suzuki Sonoko's small hand.

Sonoko Suzuki was startled and froze on the spot: "W-what are you doing?"

Wen Shui smiled and said, "There are too many people here. I'm afraid we'll get separated, so let's hold hands."