Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Looking into Xiaolan's clean and innocent eyes, Wenshui felt a pang of guilt for deceiving a child.

Wen Shui tried to change the subject to ease her guilt: "I'm a little hungry."

Xiaolan snapped out of her daze and stood up from the chair: "Then, then I'll buy you some food."

"No need for that trouble, I just bought some meat buns but haven't had time to eat them yet." Wen Shui looked at the brown paper bag next to his backpack on the conference room seat.

These meat buns were actually payment from Sato Miwako, but it seems he kept them as personal belongings, along with his schoolbag.

Xiaolan took the paper bag and found that the buns were a bit cold, so she borrowed the microwave at the police station to heat them up.

Holding the steaming hot meat bun in my warm water, I took a bite, and the rich meat filling and juices immediately spread in my mouth.

It smells so good! Sato Miwako wasn't lying, the steamed buns at this shop are really delicious.

Wen Shui held the steamed bun in both hands and started eating.

Actually, Wen Shui was handcuffed and it was inconvenient for her to eat, so she had a good reason to ask Xiao Lan for help.

But Wen Shui noticed that after the explanation, Xiao Lan's condition was clearly not right.

After she returned with the hot steamed buns, although she regained her usual bright smile, there was a subtle difference in her expression compared to before.

If a feeding play happens at this point, the plot might veer off in the direction of "Sorry Shinichi, I've already..."

Wen Shui is not yet completely out of the control of the Black Organization, and does not want to implicate Xiao Lan.

Just then, Xiaolan's stomach started rumbling.

Her unmade-up face was flushed a lovely light pink, and her gaze fell on the meat bun in his hand as she gently licked the corner of her lips.

"You should try some too, the buns at this shop are delicious." Wen Shui moved the paper bag closer to her; there were several buns inside.

"No need, you don't even have enough for yourself." Xiaolan quickly waved her hand, but her eyes didn't leave the meat bun.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "After experiencing something like this today, I'll definitely have to eat something better to calm my nerves later. I won't have an appetite if I eat everything."

"Oh, then I'll try it." Xiaolan's politeness lasted only a second before she grabbed a bun and took a bite. She then stuck out her tongue because she was burned, which meant she was really hungry.

This reminded Wen Shui of how Suzuki Sonoko stuck out her tongue from the spiciness of the ramen in the cafeteria at noon.

However, Ran's tongue isn't as long as Sonoko Suzuki's.

If Sonoko Suzuki is the type of person who can make you feel completely enveloped...

Xiaolan's delicate pink tongue, with its unique playful cuteness of a teenage girl, creates a visual contrast that, because it cannot cover the whole tongue, evokes a strong sense of conquest.

After her beautiful lips were covered with the soup from the meat bun.

It looks more like a layer of beautiful lip gloss, shimmering with a crystal-clear light, making you want to take a bite.

"Slow down, it's hot," Wen Shui said with a smile.

Xiaolan blew several breaths into the meat bun, then took another bite.

After enjoying the delicious food, her eyes suddenly narrowed, revealing a charming expression like a cat being petted by its owner.

"It's really delicious. Which store did you buy it from?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

Wen Shui was embarrassed. He should have known better than to say that he bought it himself, but since the other person had asked, he had no choice but to answer, "It's in Shinjuku. I'll take you there next time."

Xiaolan hesitated for a moment, then looked at him deeply and nodded slightly.

If I'm not mistaken, she probably misunderstood that he wanted to ask her out.

Wen Shui was speechless for a moment, feeling that the more she explained, the more confused things would become, so she simply changed the subject: "By the way, I heard a commotion outside just now. That uncle said there was a serious murder case. Did you hear anything?"

"I heard you."

Xiaolan's spirits lifted, as if she had thought of something important. She grabbed his hand and shook it: "The Slit-Mouthed Woman has appeared again, and unlike before, this time the victim is dead. The police have all been mobilized to investigate."

Warm Water: "Don't shake it, it's all getting on your clothes."

Wen Shui was still holding the unfinished meat bun in her hand when Xiao Lan shook it, and the oil inside spilled out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Xiaolan quickly took out a tissue to wipe the soup stains off his collar, and then wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth as well.

The tissue became extremely fragile after being soaked in soup, and the girl's slender fingertips easily pierced it and stabbed it into her mouth with warm water.

The girl's fair and slender fingers had a soft and chewy texture and an indescribable, wonderful fragrance. She gently stirred it a couple of times.

"Is this an extra meal?" Wen Shui mumbled.

Xiaolan's eyes widened, her shoulders trembled violently, and a blush began to spread from her fair and slender fingertips, quickly spreading throughout her body.

The little lobster in front of me looked like a boiled lobster, still clinging to its prey with its pincers even as it died.

At that moment, the door was pushed open.

Sato Miwako, dressed in casual clothes, rushed in: "Why haven't you left yet? I told you to..."

Miwako looked at the two of them and hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry to bother you."

"No disturbance!" Xiaolan jumped up like a startled rabbit, blushing as she explained, "We were just eating, it's not what you think."

To increase persuasiveness.

Xiao Lan even ate the half meat bun in her hand, along with the crumpled paper ball soaked in warm water and saliva.

Chapter 21: Conan activates his Asian Jealousy King mode.

In her panic, Xiaolan ate half a steamed bun and a crumpled piece of paper that was not easy to digest in one bite.

Her delicate throat instantly bore immense pressure.

His face flushed red instantly, followed by a violent cough; he must have choked.

Wen Shui quickly handed over a glass of water.

Xiaolan took two sips and finally managed to swallow the lump of something that tasted of warm water.

Then she noticed that Sato Miwako, standing at the door, was looking at the two of them with an ambiguous expression, seemingly not believing her story.

Xiaolan opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but her throat seemed to be stuck with something, and her mind was a bit confused. She couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Sato Miwako gripped the conference room door with her hands: "Then I'll go outside and wait for you."

After saying that, she closed the door, then after two seconds she pushed it open a crack and poked half her head out: "Don't stay too long, the main force will be back soon, and we'll be having a meeting here later."

The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.

The atmosphere in the meeting room became even more awkward.

"I...I'll go ask Officer Sato about the Slit-Mouthed Woman." Ran grabbed her schoolbag in a panic and ran out, but accidentally bumped her leg on the table. She didn't even have time to rub her leg.

And so, they skipped and hopped away.

Ten minutes later.

When the Metropolitan Police Department's main force returned, Onami had already been uncuffed and was standing at the police station entrance with Sato Miwako and Ran.

It was completely dark when the streetlights came on, and cars drove past the main road in front of the police station.

There was a faint, damp, earthy smell in the air; it was probably going to rain.

As expected, Sato Miwako kept her word. Not only did she not let the police investigate his resistance to arrest, but she also took advantage of a loophole provided by the Metropolitan Police Department's intelligence provider to settle the matter of his beating of Takakura Bunta.

To Wen Shui's surprise, the Majima group did not pursue the matter further but chose to let it go.

Takakura Bunta was made to bear all the blame.

However, according to Sato Miwako, Takakura Bunta disappeared after waking up in the hospital, which made her even more convinced that this person must know some inside information, which is why the Mashima Group took the initiative to suffer this loss in silence.

Miwako Sato couldn't help but remind him, "You still need to be careful lately. Don't go to places with few people by yourself. If you encounter anything suspicious, call me immediately."

Wen Shui nodded: "I understand."

Miwako smiled and comforted her, "But don't worry too much. After all, you're mine now, and even the Yakuza wouldn't dare to openly attack you."

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan couldn't help but glance back and forth between the two of them.

Sensing this, Miwako seemed to realize something and quickly explained, "I mean, Wenshui is currently my collaborator, providing me with useful information. It's not that I have any special relationship with him, please don't misunderstand..."

"No, no need to explain." Xiaolan panicked and quickly waved her hand. "Wen Shui-jun and I are just good friends."

The two explained to each other.

However, Sato Miwako's attitude surprised Wen Shui. She didn't seem to object to Ran dating him. On the contrary, she showed some dissatisfaction when mentioning Kudo Shinichi.

Could it be that Shinichi Kudo offended her during a previous case?

Just then, the kind-looking uncle from earlier came over from the police station and called Sato Miwako to a meeting.

"That's settled then, I have to go back to my meeting." Sato Miwako said seriously, then patted Wen Shui on the shoulder like a senior, "Although we didn't manage to catch Takakura Bunta in the end, I still appreciate your cooperation. I'll treat you to ramen another day."

Warm Water: "Eh, just ramen?"

“You should also consider my meager salary,” Sato Miwako sighed. “Besides, didn’t I just give you that bag of meat buns? I even made an exception and let you experience flirting with your girlfriend in the police station’s conference room.”

"That kind of experience isn't anything new," Wen Shui complained.

He didn't actually want Sato Miwako to treat him to dinner; rather, he wanted to use this favor to get more inside information about the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Previously, it was just attacks on passersby, but this time it suddenly escalated to a murder case, which makes the material value seem to have increased significantly.

"No? I thought young people these days would like this kind of thing." Sato Miwako looked at him and Ran in surprise.

Xiaolan lowered her head and kicked at the pebbles on the roadside with her toes.

Wen Shui was surprised that Sato Miwako knew so much, and joined in the joke: "Then at least you have to wear a police uniform, and of course it would be best to bring your police ID as well, and you can't be without handcuffs and such."

The air outside the police station suddenly became quiet.

Ran and Miwako Sato both looked at him with disbelief.

"You...you're not implying anything, are you?" Sato Miwako looked somewhat uneasy.

Wen Shui then realized that she had accidentally said something that could be easily misunderstood, and quickly explained, "Of course not, I have always regarded you as an elder."

Sato Miwako breathed a sigh of relief, then gave him a hard knock on the head: "Treating me as an elder is too much of an exaggeration! I'm only in my twenties, just treat me as a senior or an older sister."

"Ouch, that hurts, Sato-senpai," Wen Shui said with an exaggerated reaction to ease the tension.

Ran laughed from the side, "Officer Sato seemed so nervous just now."

Feeling embarrassed and annoyed at being teased by a girl much younger than herself, Sato Miwako said, "I'm going back now. I won't disturb your date."