Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

As she spoke, the girl turned and disappeared back into the kitchen, her long, slender black hair drawing a beautiful arc in the air, the scent of tea and the fragrance of shampoo on Xiaolan's head filling the air.

Xiaolan was probably in a bit too much of a hurry when she turned around, and a black object fell out of her pocket.

Wen Shui looked down and saw that it was actually Xiao Lan's black stockings, and judging from the feel and smell, it should be the same pair she wore this afternoon.

Ok?

Why would she carry this around with her all the time?

Wen Shui looked curiously toward the kitchen, and at the same time subconsciously held the soft fabric in front of her nose to sniff it. The sweet and sour fragrance of the beautiful girl entered her nostrils.

Could it be that Xiaolan is hinting at him?

Could it be that after being forcibly kissed by him in front of the restroom at the wrestling match, Xiaolan has awakened an incredible fetish and wants to commit a father-son feud?

Chapter 268 Ran awakens the terrifying genes within Eri Kisaki.

Wen Shui wasn't sure if Xiao Lan was hinting at something, or if she had simply dropped her stockings on the floor without noticing.

Based on past experience, Wen Shui thinks the first possibility is more likely. Xiao Lan always appears as a well-behaved girl in front of her family. Although she can be a bit violent at times and puts on a comedic show of "filial piety" with Uncle Mori, her intentions are always good.

Based on this, it's highly unlikely that Ran will cause any trouble in front of Uncle Mori.

And most people wouldn't even think of this, right? Only in some special-themed comics would someone do something they wouldn't normally dare to do in front of a drunk husband for dramatic effect.

However, this is the real world. Although there are more murders, the potential killers here are of much higher caliber than in other parallel worlds.

However, Wen Shui has not yet shown any tendency to shift towards the worldview of comic books. In terms of relationships, most people in this world are relatively conservative, much like people in the early 1990s.

But if it's the second possibility, Xiaolan really did accidentally drop her stockings on the ground.

Wen Shui must have felt somewhat disappointed.

The moment this option appears in one's mind, no matter how unexpected it may be, one will instinctively hope that the conditions for that option will be met.

It's like encountering two things you like and having to give up one of them. No matter which one you lose first, the other one will become more important than usual due to your emotions.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Shui decided to stay and personally verify Xiao Lan's plan.

However, the current problem is how to explain it to the driver outside the door. It would be too troublesome to let the driver take him back to the apartment and then sneak back to the Mouri Detective Agency.

Wen Shui opened the door to the second floor of the office and walked down the stairs while thinking about how best to explain things to the driver.

As soon as the entryway door closed, Xiaolan, wearing an apron, sneaked out of the kitchen. Finding the entryway door closed and the warm water gone, the girl couldn't help but show a disappointed expression.

Immediately afterwards, Xiaolan saw that the "stocking trap" on the ground had been taken away by the prey.

Wen Shui is as honest as ever when it comes to things related to girls' legs.

The thought that her socks, which she had just worn, would be all sticky tonight made Xiaolan's big, watery eyes well up with a hint of embarrassment.

I was planning to give that guy a little reward, but he just grabbed the stockings and ran off. Humph, serves him right for not having the chance to drink... uh, not having the chance to drink the tea she brewed herself.

Xiaolan turned and went into the kitchen in a huff. Looking at the tea bubbling on the stove, she noticed that the shape of the tea leaves in the boiling water looked somewhat similar to the annoying face of lukewarm water.

"Hmph, serves you right for always staring at other girls' legs all the time. I'll gouge out your sinful eyes..."

Xiao Lan picked up a spoon and dug into "Wen Shui's" eyes.

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Wen Shui walked up to the black minivan parked by the roadside.

The driver noticed that Wen Shui didn't seem inclined to get in the car, so he rolled down his window and asked, "Mr. Wen Shui, do you need any help?"

"No need, Xiaolan and I are enough." Wen Shui shook her head and smiled politely. "But Uncle Maoli is still drunk and insists on keeping me company while we chat. You should go back first. I'll go back by myself later."

Driver: "It's okay, I can wait here."

"That's too much trouble, and I don't know when Uncle Mori will fall asleep. I'd better go back by myself." Wen Shui gave a polite smile.

The driver then stopped insisting, said goodbye to Wen Shui, started the car, and disappeared into the night.

Wen Shui looked at the empty street. Under the cold white streetlights, a stray cat was squatting and licking its paws. A slightly chilly breeze made Wen Shui shiver.

Okay, the driver's situation has been resolved. Next, we need to report to Miss Sonoko.

Although Wenshui wasn't sure if the Suzuki family's driver would tell Sonoko that Wenshui had stayed at Ran's house, she thought it would be better to tell Sonoko just to be on the safe side.

Otherwise, given Sonoko's not-so-bright mind, she might be unhappy about this for several days.

Wen Shui stood at the top of the stairs on the first floor of the Mouri Detective Agency, picked up his phone and made a video call to Suzuki Sonoko. Although he could explain things clearly by texting or making a regular phone call, Wen Shui felt that it would be easier to gain Sonoko's trust if she could see his expression.

The phone rang twice, and Sonoko Suzuki answered it quickly.

However, the Sonoko who appeared on the screen was somewhat different from what Nuku had imagined.

He assumed that since it was so late, Sonoko Suzuki would either be applying a face mask to care for her skin or taking a bath in the bathtub.

Wen Shui had already prepared herself to see Sonoko's tanned skin covered in foam, but to her surprise, what appeared on the screen was Sonoko Suzuki's ridiculously large princess bed.

Sonoko Suzuki lay on the bed, covered with a thick blanket, with only her body above her chin exposed.

Her face was flushed and she looked somewhat weak.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Shui asked, startled.

Sonoko Suzuki said weakly, "I...I think I have a stomach flu. I shouldn't have eaten so much crab at the restaurant..."

Wen Shui was both amused and exasperated, and then carefully inquired about Suzuki Sonoko's health condition.

Sonoko said she had already seen her family doctor, who diagnosed her with common gastroenteritis symptoms: chills, low-grade fever, muscle aches, and diarrhea. She said she had taken medication and could only wait for it to take effect.

Fortunately, it's already evening, and after a good night's sleep, the symptoms should lessen considerably by tomorrow morning.

Wen Shui comforted Miss Sonoko for a few moments, and then told her that he would stay at Ran's house a little longer that evening, because Uncle Mori was drunk and causing a lot of trouble, and Ran couldn't control him by herself.

Sonoko Suzuki didn't have much doubt about this, probably because Kogoro Mouri's reputation was generally bad, so it wouldn't be surprising if he did something like this.

Sonoko Suzuki covered her delicate chin with the blanket and whispered, "Why did you call me specifically to report back? It's like we're dating..."

Wen Shui smiled and said, "Even if we're not dating, it's my duty as a servant to report my whereabouts to Miss Sonoko."

Wen Shui deliberately brought up the joke he made at the wrestling match.

Sonoko Suzuki pouted: "If you were really my servant, your wages would probably have been docked long ago."

"Then I'll have no choice but to sign a contract of servitude and continue to serve the young lady."

Wen Shui said with a serious expression, but in this context, his seriousness seemed somewhat comical.

Sonoko Suzuki pulled the edge of the blanket all the way up to her nose, her bright emerald eyes looking around in a panic: "Who, who wants you to serve them? You pervert! I, I want to sleep."

Wen Shui: "Get some rest. Xiao Lan and I will visit you tomorrow."

Sonoko Suzuki nodded slightly, then looked at the screen waiting for Wen Shui to hang up. However, after waiting for a long time, Wen Shui still smiled and looked at her through the screen: "Is there anything else? Why didn't you hang up?"

"Don't we usually have a bedtime kiss or something like that at times like this? I'm waiting for it," Wen Shui said seriously.

Sonoko Suzuki: "There's no such thing!"

With that, she hung up the phone, placed it against her heart, and smiled happily.

Sonoko Suzuki had planned to go to sleep after taking her medicine, but Wen Shui's interruption made her less sleepy. Usually, she would chat with Ran at times like this, but Wen Shui had just said that Uncle Mori was drunk and acting crazy, so Ran probably didn't have time right now.

Sonoko Suzuki got out of bed, walked barefoot to the door, locked it, and then went to the wardrobe. She took out a boy's T-shirt from under a pile of clothes.

She clutched the slightly worn white short-sleeved shirt, then sheepishly shrank back under the covers, before taking a deep sniff of it.

The smell on the clothes has faded a bit; it seems it's time to find a way to replace it with another garment that has been warmed by water.

Despite the less-than-ideal smell on her clothes, Sonoko Suzuki couldn't help but show a look of intoxication on her face.

"Warm Water Guy..."

Sonoko's slender fingers, hidden under the blanket, gently bent as her body twisted.

Although doctors say it's best not to do strenuous exercise when you're sick, isn't there also a saying that expelling toxins from the body helps with recovery? Sonoko Suzuki thought to herself.

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Wen Shui had no idea that the T-shirt he couldn't find a while ago had been stolen by Sonoko. He thought Ai Haibara had taken it to put in the cat beds of the stray cats in the neighborhood.

After resolving the issue with Miss Sonoko, Nuku returned to the second floor of the Mouri Detective Agency.

After knocking on the door a few times, Xiaolan called out from a distance, "Wait a moment."

Several minutes later, Wen Shui heard footsteps approaching, but Xiao Lan didn't open the door immediately. Instead, she asked through the door, "Excuse me, is there something important you need so late?"

It seems Xiaolan thought it was a client coming to her door, and you could clearly sense her wariness in her tone.

Wen Shui immediately identified herself: "It's me. I saw that Uncle Mori was quite drunk, so I asked Sonoko's driver to go back first and stay with you a little longer."

This was naturally the explanation Wen Shui had prepared, because he wasn't sure if Kogoro Mouri had woken up yet, and he didn't dare to say anything too bold through the door.

Xiao Lan inside the door fell silent, then whispered, "Wait a moment, I'll go change my clothes."

Before Wen Shui could even ask why she suddenly changed her clothes, Xiao Lan dashed off. About five minutes later, Xiao Lan returned to the door and opened it a crack.

What appeared before Wen Shui was Xiao Lan, who was wearing light green pajamas. So, when she said she was changing clothes, she actually meant changing into pajamas?

Wen Shui was wondering when he suddenly smelled the faint scent of a young girl taking a bath at the entrance. He immediately understood that Xiao Lan had probably gone to take a bath and was interrupted by the knocking. She was worried that it was a client coming to ask.

In other words, the reason why Xiaolan didn't open the door immediately when she was behind it was very likely that she was only wearing a bathrobe at the time.

Wen Shui slammed the door shut, looking displeased: "Was it really necessary? You even went back to change into your pajamas. Why are you treating me like a bad guy?"

"Hmph, if he were a bad guy, I could knock him down with one punch. You're a much bigger threat to me, and I can't beat you." Xiaolan crossed her arms, her ample curves barely concealed even by her pajamas. "What are you doing back here? Didn't you say you didn't like the tea I made?"

Wen Shui smiled and said, "I don't really like tea, but this..."

Wen Shui took out the two long stockings that Xiao Lan had dropped earlier, which were tangled up in a ball, from her pocket.

Xiaolan's expression changed slightly, and she immediately turned the tables: "Hey, Wen Shui Jun, you really do have this kind of fetish, you actually secretly took the stockings I've been wearing for half a day!"

Is it necessary to emphasize that I wore it for half a day?

Wen Shui wasn't angry. She smiled and said, "Is the truth really as you say? I have a feeling you deliberately left it there."

"How could that be?!" Xiaolan's almond-shaped eyes widened, but she was clearly a little guilty. "It's possible that it accidentally fell on the ground. Give it back!"

As she spoke, Xiaolan reached out to snatch the stockings from Wenshui's hand.

Wen Shui dodged Xiao Lan's attack by sidestepping, and then pulled the girl into his arms. Through the fabric of her pajamas, Wen Shui could clearly feel that Xiao Lan was not wearing a bra.

Before my wet hair had even been dried, a pleasant shampoo scent wafted over.