Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Unexpectedly, this made things more complicated.

But no matter what, she couldn't let that kid be treated as a fugitive. She walked to a secluded spot, took out her phone, and dialed a number.

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Wen Shui had only chased after them for two blocks when he suddenly realized something was wrong; he seemed to still have a case against him.

If I just leave like this, won't it be seen as fleeing from justice?

Wen Shui slowed her pace and called out to Xiao Lan in the distance, "Xiao Lan, I twisted my ankle..."

Xiaolan stopped abruptly. She turned to look at Wenshui, who was squatting by the roadside. After hesitating for a moment, she returned to Wenshui's side and asked suspiciously, "You're lying to me, aren't you?"

"Let me explain. I was actually assisting the Metropolitan Police Department with a case."

Wen Shui grabbed Xiao Lan's ankle directly. He had just gotten into a fight and was now too exhausted to run.

After getting her in, Wen Shui discovered that Xiao Lan's ankles were unexpectedly slender, like those of an elementary school student, giving the illusion that they could be broken with the slightest force.

Through the sheer black stockings, one could clearly feel the girl's delicate and supple skin.

As Xiaolan struggled, a moist, sweet-smelling heat wafted out from her dark brown leather shoes.

"Hey, you, don't do this, lots of people are watching." Xiaolan struggled, her face flushed, but she didn't dare to move too much because she wasn't sure if Wenshui was really injured.

"Let me explain, and I'll let go," Wen Shui said stubbornly, her mind preoccupied with proving her innocence.

By this time, pedestrians on both sides of the street and customers coming out of the izakaya for some fresh air had also noticed this area.

Xiaolan: "I...I understand, please let go of my hand first."

Wen Shui finally let go of his hand and stood up from the ground. Just as she was about to explain, she saw Officer A chasing after her from behind with a baton: "Stop right there, you bastard! I've already contacted headquarters. There are police all around. You can't escape."

What on earth is Wen Shui thinking?

I wasn't wearing a mask, so how did I suddenly become Ah Zu?

He was about to go over and explain to the other party when, unexpectedly, Xiaolan suddenly blocked his way: "Run! Wenshui, I'll deal with him."

"Huh?"

Xiao Lan looked at him with a complicated expression: "Although I don't know what happened, I believe you are innocent. Go quickly, or you won't be able to prove your innocence if you get caught."

Wen Shui was stunned for a moment.

Then he suddenly remembered that Xiaolan had been reading suspense and mystery novels every day lately, trying to improve her detective skills.

One genre of detective novels features a protagonist who is framed, tries to escape while clearing their name, and eventually uncovers the real culprit. A prime example is the popular film "Manhunt" (or "The Chase").

Wen Shui: "It's okay, I don't need to run to prove my innocence..."

Before he could finish speaking, a taxi, with a very skillful drift, came to a precise stop in front of the two of them.

The car door opened, and Mr. Nohara jumped out of the taxi.

He shoved a large box of pastries and a bottle of sweet potato liquor into Wen Shui's hands, and said earnestly, "Wen Shui, although I don't know what happened, you should take Xiao Lan and leave right away. I will take responsibility for this."

Wen Shui couldn't help but rub her forehead: "Teacher, please also find out what happened."

Nohara-sensei: "Huh? Didn't Mori accidentally kill Takakura while trying to protect you?"

Teacher, you must enjoy reading mystery novels, right? Wen Shui thought to herself.

As they were talking, Officer A had already run up to them. At the same time, four or five patrol cars drove toward them from different directions, their sirens piercing the night sky.

After half an hour.

After listening to Officer A's brief explanation of what had happened.

Mr. Nohara looked utterly shocked: "Impossible! How could my student have seriously injured Takakura? He's someone who can't even finish a 1500-meter physical test, he's timid, and his grades are terrible..."

"He also really likes girls' legs," Xiaolan added from the side.

There was no need to go into such detail, Wen Shui thought to herself as she was being handcuffed.

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When Wenshui and Shu were being escorted to Shinjuku Police Station.

A hospital in Shinjuku Ward.

Takakura Bunta slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in a hospital room, the air filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

He's still alive?

I thought I was definitely not going to escape this calamity.

Takakura Bunta immediately pictured the devilish smile of Onami Kazuki in his mind.

He was initially thought to be an easy target, but the fight turned out to be a one-sided affair, with the attackers beating him mercilessly.

What Takakura Bunta found most unacceptable was that he could clearly sense that his opponent's physical strength was only at the level of an ordinary person, yet he possessed rich experience in street fighting, could see through every attack he made, and could respond with minimal physical exertion.

It's as precise as a machine with code implanted in it.

Do such people really exist in the real world?

Bunta Takakura joined the Majima gang during high school. He had his share of glory and beatings. He helped the gang eliminate many enemies and also secretly murdered a few brothers who stood in his way.

In his decades-long career in the underworld, he has seen too many exceptionally talented young people.

But this is the first time I've seen something as bizarre as warm water and trees.

At that moment, a burst of urgent music pulled him back to reality.

Takakura Bunta sat up in bed and found that, apart from him, only one subordinate he didn't usually like was keeping him company in this private room.

Takakura Bunta was startled, a bad feeling creeping over him: "Yosuke, what are you doing here?"

"Brother Majima wants you to go see him after you wake up."

Yosuke Takayama's tone lacked any respect for him, which intensified Takakura's unease.

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Back in Wenshui, after being taken to the local police station by the Metropolitan Police Department, he was not put into an interrogation room.

Instead, they took him directly to the meeting room where the criminal police were having a meeting.

There is a long, solid wood table with chairs scattered around it. Several disposable paper cups, filled with unfinished tea, are also on the table.

It looks like he left in a hurry halfway through the meeting.

Wen Shui waited there for almost an hour before a kind-looking middle-aged man in a police uniform walked in: "You're Wen Shui, right? I'm sorry, there was a murder just now, and everyone in the police station went over there and forgot about you."

"It's alright, has Detective Sato arrived yet?" Wen Shui asked.

Police officer: "Officer Sato is also at the crime scene, but she has already explained the situation to us. You can leave now."

Wen Shui breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Sato Miwako seemed more reliable than she had imagined.

Then he raised his arm, revealing the handcuffs on his hands: "I'll have to trouble you to unlock these for me."

"Huh? You're handcuffed?" The middle-aged man looked surprised and asked Wen Shui who had handcuffed him. After Wen Shui described the two young police officers who handled the scene, the middle-aged man looked embarrassed and said, "I might have to go find the key, so I'll have to ask you to wait here a little longer. But you're free to move around now."

Wen Shui looked annoyed, thinking to himself, "Where am I supposed to go with this?" But he still politely said, "Thank you for your help."

The middle-aged man pushed open the conference room door and left.

Then Wen Shui heard him say to another person in the hallway, "It might take a while. I'll go get the keys. You go in and check on your boyfriend first."

Wen Shui thought to herself, "When did I get a girlfriend?"

Immediately afterwards, Xiaolan's clear and melodious voice came from the corridor: "Okay, thank you."

Then she pushed open the door and entered the conference room. After meeting Wen Shui's confused gaze, Xiao Lan's face immediately turned red.

She then realized that the man had been referring to her boyfriend, and without thinking, she agreed.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "I was wondering when you got a girlfriend, turns out it's you."

Xiaolan blushed and glared at him before walking over and asking, "Want some water?"

Wen Shui nodded.

Xiaolan filled a disposable paper cup with water from the water dispenser and placed it in front of him.

Then she sat on the stool next to him and observed him curiously with her beautiful big eyes.

Warm Water: "What's wrong?"

"Suddenly you feel like a complete stranger," Xiaolan said with a complicated expression.

Wen Shui sighed. He hadn't expected Xiao Lan to appear at the scene. He had only intended to use Takakura Bunta as practice, but he hadn't expected to expose his secret.

However, as his body grows stronger day by day, his true strength will be revealed sooner or later.

Moreover, it doesn't seem that difficult to justify simply defeating a yakuza leader; all you need to do is come up with a suitable reason.

Not to mention, Xiaolan seems very easy to fool, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

Wen Shui pondered for a moment and said, "Actually, I started physical training and combat practice a long time ago, but I just haven't shown it yet."

"Why?" Xiaolan asked, puzzled.

Wen Shui met her gaze with gentle eyes: "Of course, it's to catch up with someone as dazzling as you."

"To...to catch up with me?" Xiaolan exclaimed, her eyes wide.

Wen Shui nodded and started making up a story: "That's right, during the lowest point of my life, I happened to watch one of your karate matches..."

Wen Shui then describes the story of a boy who had suicidal thoughts, but after witnessing Xiao Lan's perseverance and drive on the field, he mustered the courage to face his bleak life.

Xiaolan was completely stunned after hearing this.

She never imagined that she could have such a big impact on other people's lives.

Because of her gentle nature, Xiaolan is always the one who takes the initiative to be tolerant, whether at home or outside.

She would tolerate her father's unkempt appearance, Shinichi Kudo's repeated broken promises, and Sonoko Suzuki's carelessness...

In Xiaolan's short life of just over ten years, she had never experienced being pursued as a goal by others.

It's like someone who has always eaten only bland food since childhood suddenly tasting the flavor of chili peppers, experiencing an unprecedented shock.

Although she only tasted a little bit, it was enough to leave her feeling overwhelmed.

Wen Shui was also a bit surprised. He didn't expect Xiao Lan to react so strongly. He had just randomly picked a cliché from a movie he had seen before.