Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"I can have my dad sign the guarantee." Ran Mouri raised her hand like a schoolchild being questioned, and the handcuffs pulled the warm water hand up with them.

The portly officer's expression became even more complicated: "About this..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a drunkard's shouting echoed in the corridor outside the interrogation room: "That bastard... he actually said that Ms. Yoko's songs weren't good, so I went up and punched him, knocking him down."

The sound of the bottle breaking was crisp and pleasant.

“Mr. Mori, calm down, this is a police station,” another man advised.

"Pinggu-san, how can you let the suspect keep the evidence?" a policewoman questioned. "Stop him! Don't let him commit suicide!"

The corridor outside immediately descended into chaos.

Inside the interrogation room, Ran Mouri slowly lowered her raised hand, her head bowed, her face showing deep shame.

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After signing the guarantee, Wen Shui and Mao Lilan sat in the corridor outside the interrogation room.

We patiently await the outcome of Kogoro Mouri's interrogation.

It wasn't that Wen Shui didn't want to leave early, but he didn't have any money in his pocket and still needed to hitch a ride back with Mao Li Ran.

Kogoro Mouri, who was in the interrogation room, had sobered up quite a bit and began to recount his fight with the victim. Then, the police officer interrogating him told him that the person he hit was actually a vending machine, and that he had taken two bottles of beer from it.

Since no one was injured, and Kogoro Mouri was also a detective before, everyone worked within the same system.

It probably won't be long before they can leave.

"By the way, when Shinichi called just now, he said not to tell anyone that he came to the amusement park. Can you help keep it a secret, Ran Mouri?" Ran said while drying her hair with a towel given to her by the police officer.

"Oh, okay, I won't say anything."

"That bastard... well, Shinichi can be a bit unreliable sometimes, but he's pretty good at solving cases. He's probably just run into a tough case." Ran Mouri's eyes were a little dejected, as if she was trying to convince herself.

Warm Water nodded:

"Yeah, I think so too. It doesn't feel like there's anything beyond a normal friendship between him and that woman."

"You think so too?" Ran Mouri stared at him with wide eyes. "That big-breasted woman is obviously not a good person. It was raining so hard, and she just held an umbrella for herself while Shinichi was outside getting soaked. And her breasts were so big."

Is it necessary to emphasize this twice?

Wen Shui couldn't help but complain in her heart.

Then he glanced down slightly and thought to himself, "If you can flatten a dinosaur to that extent, you must be just as good."

Ran Mouri didn't notice his impolite gaze; instead, she seemed to have found a kindred spirit and excitedly shared her deductions.

Wen Shui stared blankly at the girl's youthful and energetic face, lost in thought.

He recalled when he first watched "Detective Conan" in his previous life, he also liked Shiho Miyano, who was both dangerous and mysterious.

However, after being toughened up by society, he gradually discovered the advantages of having a childhood friend like Ran Mouri, who is a married woman.

After all, he was just an ordinary person in his previous life, only good at playing games; he had no right to get involved in the Black Organization's affairs. On the contrary, girls like Ran Mouri are more relatable and easier to relate to.

However, in Shinichi Kudo's opinion, reasoning and the pursuit of the truth are more appealing, and Nuku feels that the whole world belongs to the other person at their age.

Wen Shui suddenly realized that now that he had a system, it seemed he could make his dreams a little bigger. Only children make choices.

But all of this depends on resolving the Black Organization issue first.

He is currently burdened with over 1 billion yuan in foreign debt, and even making a living is a problem for him.

At least we need to improve our living standards first. We can't keep going to the supermarket and fighting with the older women for discounted eggs. If we encounter someone with a bad temper, they might tell us, "You've already met your end," which would be troublesome.

"Huh? Is there something on my face?" Ran Mouri noticed his gaze and wiped her face with a towel.

Wen Shui quickly looked away: "No, no, I just think that most girls would be very angry in this kind of situation."

"I'm so angry, so I've decided to go to that bastard's house later, take away his treasured Sherlock Holmes novels, and stuff his socks on his bookshelf." Ran Mouri solemnly recounted her revenge plan.

I'm sorry, Kudo-kun, women really only slow down the speed at which you draw your sword.

Wen Shui thought to herself.

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At that moment, the transparent glass door at the end of the police station corridor was pushed open from the outside.

A cold breeze suddenly rushed into the corridor.

The document held in the hands of a policewoman rustled loudly.

Immediately afterwards, a young girl with her lower half of her face wrapped in thick bandages and a look of terror in her eyes walked in.

Behind her was a chubby, seemingly honest young man.

The young man shook the water off his umbrella, put it in the umbrella holder by the door, and said to the female police officer carrying documents, "Could you please take her to the break room? Inspector Megure will be here shortly."

The policewoman nodded and helped the girl pass by them in front of Wen Shui.

Ran looked at the girl with sympathy, then stood up and waved, "Officer Chiba!"

Chiba Kazunobu looked over, then walked over with a smile: "It's Ran. What's wrong, Mori-senpai, are you drunk again?"

"Uh...yes, yeah." Xiaolan smiled sheepishly and changed the subject, "What happened to that girl? Was she attacked by a thug?"

“It’s the Slit-Mouthed Woman.” Chiba Kazunobu’s expression became much more serious.

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan's expression became unnatural: "It's happened again? This is the second time this month, isn't it?"

Officer Chiba sighed as well: "Yeah, we've been really worn out lately."

Wen Shui asked curiously, "The Slit-Mouthed Woman? Isn't that an urban legend?"

Officer Chiba looked past Ran and curiously at Wen Shui: "And who is this?"

Xiaolan introduced with a smile: "Wen Shui and Shu are my classmates. Although they have some strange hobbies, they are actually good people."

Wen Shui was speechless; he was now more interested in the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

If there are mysterious forces in this world, the system might give him superpowers in the future.

Therefore, this factor must be taken into account when formulating a plan to counter the Black Organization.

In Wen Shui's mind, he had already begun to imagine himself riding the Yamata no Orochi and fighting against Gin, who was piloting a helicopter.

It's hard to say whether mythology or technology would have the upper hand in a confrontation.

Officer Chiba and Wenshui briefly introduced themselves, and then Chiba explained, "It is indeed an urban legend, so the police investigation is currently focusing on suspects with a penchant for psychopathic killings."

Officer Chiba's tone suddenly became much more serious.

I guess they felt they couldn't reveal too much about the case to people they weren't familiar with.

Ran Mouri's father is a former detective who still works as a detective, so he can talk more about the cases.

Wen Shui was somewhat disappointed and subconsciously said, "So it wasn't really the Slit-Mouthed Woman after all?"

The air in the corridor suddenly became quiet.

Officer Chiba looked at Wen Shui with a strange expression, then considered his words for a moment: "Although I also quite enjoy watching horror movies, we should still believe in science when it comes to these kinds of things, right?"

Ran Mouri quickly came to her rescue, laughing and saying, "Warm Water is just joking. He's the best manzai comedian in our class, a terrifying presence who can easily make girls who have just broken up laugh."

Please don't give me any random character descriptions, Wen Shui thought to herself.

The manzai in this world is similar to the crosstalk that Wen Shui listened to in his previous life; both are comedic forms performed by two people standing on stage.

One is the straight man, and the other is the funny man. They make the audience laugh through some interesting misunderstandings.

Upon hearing this, Officer Chiba perked up: "Is that amazing? Mr. Wenshui, do you have any secret techniques or tips to share on how to make girls happy?"

Wen Shui suddenly remembered that in the original Detective Conan series, Inspector Chiba seemed to be the honest type who wasn't very good at pleasing girls.

The misunderstanding between her and her childhood friend, Miike Naoko, was only resolved much later.

Ran lectured with a stern face: "Officer Chiba, that's not right. If you like someone, as long as you express your true feelings, the other person will definitely feel it."

Those who attempt to gain love through dishonest means will ultimately fail.

"So that's why you waited thirty years, even if it was in a comic book." Wen Shui added in her mind, but didn't say it out loud.

“That makes sense.” Officer Chiba looked like she had been convinced by the high school girl.

It's hard to believe that someone with such an easygoing personality could become a competent criminal investigator.

Just then, the policewoman from before opened the door to the break room and waved over: "Officer Chiba, could you please come over here for a moment? The victim said she remembered something strange."

"Really?" Officer Chiba's face lit up with joy, and he quickly ran towards the break room.

Wen Shui and Ran Mouri sat back down on the chairs in the corridor: "Can you tell me about the Slit-Mouthed Woman? I'm quite curious."

"Huh? Is Wen Shui-kun a fan of ghost stories?" Ran Mouri looked at him in surprise.

"Well, I guess so. I'm quite curious about these kinds of things, and I'm planning to write a novel about it and submit it for publication," Wen Shui explained.

After all, he will inevitably have to go to various crime scenes to gather information in the future. He is not a detective, so he has to find a reasonable explanation for his behavior so as not to be suspected.

Ran Mouri's eyes widened: "Are you planning to write a novel and submit it for publication? Wen Shui-kun is amazing!"

"It's just an idea; I'm still missing a lot of material," Wen Shui said with an embarrassed smile.

"No, I mean, even though your Chinese is so bad, you still have the courage to pursue your dreams." Ran Mouri said with admiration.

Warm water: "..."

However, Ran Mouri seemed to be simply shocked and did not mean to mock his dream.

She seemed to be trying hard to suppress her fear, and said hesitantly, "Well... I don't really know much, but when I was in the karate club, the younger girls would sometimes talk about it."

Warm Water: "It's okay, just tell me what you know."

Ran Mouri hesitated for a long time.

Finally, as if making a decision, she switched to a low, husky voice: "That...that was a stormy night, and Mari-chan was walking alone..."

"Wait a minute, we don't need to add descriptions or atmosphere." Wen Shui said, both amused and exasperated.

"Oh fine."

Ran Mouri looked regretful, as if she was a little reluctant to give up the beginning of the story she had just come up with.

She cleared her throat and said in a normal voice, "Actually, several months have passed since the first incident of a passerby being attacked..."