Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"That's really in line with the style of detectives in the Conan world," Wen Shui thought to herself.

Wen Shui: "Then let's hitch a ride to the hotel in your car. On the way, tell me the whole story."

Shancun was overjoyed and rushed up to grab Wenshui's hand: "Thank you so much, Brother Wenshui. If you can solve this case that has been going on for 5 years, I will definitely be commended by my superiors again this year."

Miwako Sato scoffed, "Hmph, isn't the purpose of detectives solving cases to uphold justice?"

"Well... that makes sense." Yamamura Misao scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

Normally, Yamamura Misao might have retorted, since his position was that of a police inspector, one rank higher than Sato Miwako's.

Moreover, the two of them don't work in the same place, so even if she is the most beautiful woman in the Metropolitan Police Department, Yamamura Misao has no reason to swallow her anger.

But if she is one of the potential wives of Wen Shui, then Yamamura Misao has to be more cautious.

If Wen Shui gets upset and stops helping him investigate the case, he'll lose his year-end bonus and the moment when his superior pats him on the shoulder in praise.

Now, all the detectives in the Metropolitan Police Department system, regardless of rank, are on edge because of that slit-mouthed woman. Everyone is desperately trying to find merits for themselves to avoid incurring the wrath of the higher-ups.

As a result, most of the old cases have been thoroughly investigated, and the cases that have not yet been solved are much more difficult than in previous years. Without Wen Shui's help, Yamamura Misao really has little confidence in solving the Red Sweater Ghost case.

Wen Shui noticed that Sato Miwako was upset and advised, "Alright, Miwako, Officer Yamamura was just saying that. I believe that if we really find the culprit, he will definitely not forget to give you a share of the credit."

Yamamura Misao was dumbfounded: "Uh... well, I'm fine with that."

A hint of a smile flashed in Miwako's beautiful eyes, and she snorted coldly, "I don't care. Let's go, let's go check out the hotel first."

As she spoke, she carried her luggage and walked towards the back of the car in the mountain village.

Miwako wasn't really interested in the credit; what made her happy was that Onami would take the credit for her. Even Miwako couldn't resist the feeling of being pampered by someone she liked.

Xiaolan kept her arms around Wenshui behind her back, blinking her eyes. She had a feeling that Wenshui and Sato Miwako had somehow managed to have an interaction without her noticing.

Looking at the Buddha statue lying by the roadside, Yamamura Misao asked in a low voice, "By the way, you didn't pick this thing up, did you?"

"No, I was going to help it up, but Wen Shui said there was something wrong with the statue," Xiao Lan said.

Yamamura Misao breathed a sigh of relief: "I see, that's good. This statue was actually brought here to suppress the 'head god' in this forest. If you lift it up, you'll be tainted with bad luck."

"Head God, what is that?" Wen Shui asked.

He didn't actually remember the case very clearly, and based on past experience, there had been cases within cases outside of the original ones, such as the one with the bandaged man. So, obtaining more information was also very important for Wen Shui.

Yamamura Misao: "It's a god that causes headaches. Legend has it that a head god lives in this forest. If someone who usually has headaches enters this forest, they will be bewitched by the head god and unable to leave."

As she said this, Xiaolan's face turned a little pale.

Yamamura Misao paused for a moment, then said in a voice telling a horror story, "We suspect that the dead man wearing the red sweater was bewitched by the head god, and his soul is trapped in this forest forever and can't get out."

"Dad, Dad, let's go back!" Xiao Lan grabbed Wen Shui's arm and pleaded, looking up at him with her little face.

Wen Shui clicked her tongue in surprise: "I'm not Uncle Maoli, you've got the wrong person."

Uncle Mori glared angrily at Wen Shui. Although he knew that Ran was too scared and accidentally called the wrong person, the feeling of being called someone else's father in front of his daughter still made Kogoro Mori very uncomfortable.

At this moment, Sato Miwako, who had already put her luggage in the trunk, came over and said, "How could there be such a god in the world, and that he would specifically target people with headaches? I think it must have been a rumor that eventually turned into this kind of boring tale."

Yamamura Misao smiled and said, "Anyway, that's the legend. I was just mentioning it to Mr. Wenshui."

Miwako: "If that's really the case, I think your car is also haunted by vengeful spirits."

"What?" Yamamura Misao was startled.

Miwako squinted and smiled, "So you're the kind of person who likes to break other people's car locks. Your trunk lock is broken."

Yamamura Misao was speechless, thinking to himself, "Warm Water, you should choose the gentle and virtuous Ms. Mori. We, the Metropolitan Police Department, can take care of this woman."

Wen Shui said to Miwako, "People who say lines like that are usually the first to die in horror movies."

Miwako's expression changed slightly, then she suddenly smiled and said, "Really? Then I'll have to share a room with you tonight."

Warm water: "Why?"

"I'll take someone down with me even if I die."

"What an outrageous woman..."

Xiao Lan couldn't help but chime in: "Ahem, Wen Shui, you haven't put your luggage away yet, go put it away quickly."

Wen Shui picked up his and Conan's luggage and walked towards the trunk of Yamamura Misao's car. Sato Miwako opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

Ran gave the two of them a deep look. Why did Wen Shui and Officer Sato seem to have a good relationship even though they were arguing? And a sense of vigilance instinctively welled up inside Ran.

It felt like she had experienced this before.

Strange, when exactly was it...?

While Wen Shui was putting down his luggage, Uncle Maoli walked over and threatened him: "You little brat, remember this: if you ever dare to make Xiao Lan call you Dad, I will never forgive you."

Wen Shui said innocently, "I remember, but... why do I have to make Xiao Lan call me Dad?"

Kogoro Mouri glared at Wen Shui: "Stop pretending. Your disguise is completely useless in front of me, the great detective Kogoro Mouri."

Just then, Xiaolan's voice came from the front: "Dad, are you done yet?"

Wen Shui raised her hand: "Ah, coming right away."

Kogoro Mori stared at the lukewarm water, feeling his muscles growing larger and larger; if he wasn't stopped, he would soon turn into a Saiyan.

Wen Shui quickly explained, "You've misunderstood, Uncle. I just casually agreed because it's a habit..."

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After Wenshui and Kogoro Mouri got into the car, Yamamura Misao started the engine. About fifteen minutes later, a quaint Japanese-style building appeared before them.

This hotel was much larger than Wenshui had imagined. It had three floors and was mainly constructed of wood. The words "Aoi-ya Hotel" in black letters on a white background were hanging under the eaves of the top floor.

Following the signs, Yamamura Misao drove to the parking lot on the side of the hotel. Judging from the way he was looking in the rearview mirror while reversing, it was probably his first time here.

After getting off the bus, the group arrived at the main entrance of the hotel, where two guests wearing dark blue bathrobes were standing at the door smoking.

Upon seeing them, a man wearing glasses immediately approached them and introduced himself as the hotel owner, "Toda Yoshiro".

After Yamamura Misao revealed his identity, Toda Yoshiro's expression changed slightly, but he still invited them into the lobby of the Aoi-ya Ryokan.

"What? You mean Mr. Puchuan went to the forest to dig for mushrooms again?" Yamamura asked in surprise.

Yoshiro Toda nodded: "Yes, we've had a lot of customers lately, and our mushrooms are a must-order for almost every table, so we're running a bit short on ingredients."

“I see,” said Yamamura Misao. “I was thinking of having Mr. Mori, Mr. Nukumizu, and Mr. Kamagawa talk to see if they could find any clues that we hadn’t noticed before.”

Yoshiro Toda paused for a moment, then said, "Mr. Mori? You're not talking about the famous detective Kogoro Mori, are you?"

Uncle Mori subconsciously straightened his back, cleared his throat, and prepared to reveal his identity.

Yamamura Misao spoke first, "Yes, I happened to run into Detective Mouri and Detective Nukumizu on the way, so I thought I'd ask them to help with the investigation. By the way, boss, can you issue invoices here?"

"Of course." Yoshiro Toda didn't know why the other party asked that, but he still nodded and said yes.

Yamamura Misao: "I'll pay for Mr. Mori and Brother Nukumizu's lodging. We can't let them work for nothing."

Just as Kogoro Mori was about to interrupt and say that someone had already paid for the room, the innkeeper said with a puzzled look, "But Mr. Mori has already checked in. He's on the second floor now. The room was paid by a gentleman named Tokumaru."

"What?!" Uncle Mori slammed his hand on the table in shock.

Yamamura Misao frowned slightly: "Hey, look carefully, how could Mr. Mori possibly be resting on the second floor right now?"

Yoshiro Toda: "I saw it very clearly. I had a phone conversation with Mr. Mori before. In addition to attending the opening ceremony of Mr. Tokumaru's hunting ground, he also came to help me investigate some things. I just gave that box to Mr. Mori."

Uncle Mori and the people around him looked at each other, seemingly not understanding why this was happening.

Of all the people at the scene, only Wen Shui knew that the person impersonating Kogoro Mouri was hired by the murderer to take the suitcase that the hotel owner had kept for five years.

However, the case has only just begun, and finding the murderer too early would be pointless and would affect the progress of the investigation.

Wenshui decides to play dumb and enjoy the country hot springs with Xiaolan and Miwako first.

Kogoro Mouri quickly calmed down. He judged that the person was likely related to the matter that the hotel owner had asked him to investigate, so he simply concealed his identity and said that he was a friend of Misao Yamamura, and that they had just met by chance on the road and then joined in the fun.

Yamamura Misao was very cooperative, even actively concealing Wen Shui's identity.

He clearly also felt that someone was impersonating Kogoro Mouri, and although he didn't know what their purpose was, it was definitely suspicious.

In situations like this, it's best to keep as many people hidden in the shadows as possible to lower the killer's guard.

With Yamamura Misao's intervention, even though the imposter impersonating Uncle Mori took the room that Mr. Tokumaru had helped reserve, Kogoro Mori and Nukumizu didn't have to pay anything. It has to be said that Yamamura Misao was quite shrewd in this regard.

However, Ran said she didn't want Officer Yamamura to spend too much money, so she shared a room with Miwako Sato.

Wen Shui thinks that Xiao Lan probably believes that keeping the most dangerous person by her side is the safest strategy.

Since that person hadn't come out since entering the room, Kogoro Mouri didn't want to expose the other person's true identity directly. Instead, he wanted to observe the situation further. So, he changed into a yukata but didn't go to the hot spring. Instead, he stayed in the next room and secretly observed the situation.

Kogoro Mouri also took the time to call Mr. Tokumaru and briefly explain the situation. Although the room fee had been fraudulently charged by that guy, the people accompanying him had not been replaced.

Uncle Mori was not about to let go of this opportunity to make money, so he directly asked the other party to include the saved room fee in the remaining commission fee.

Mr. Tokumaru did not refuse, but was curious as to why Kogoro Mouri was going so early, since his hunting grounds would not open for several days.

Kogoro Mouri did not provide details, only saying that he had something to investigate.

Mr. Tokumaru smiled and said, "That's great. If we can solve the case smoothly, I can also take this opportunity to promote it. Mr. Mori, I'm counting on you this time."

Kogoro Mouri: "No problem, I will do my best."

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Wen Shui changed into the yukata provided by the hotel, stood at the window looking out at the endless forest, and hesitated whether to inquire about clues at the hotel first or go for a hot spring bath.

At that moment, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Wen Shui turned around and saw Xiao Lan, who had also changed into a dark blue yukata.

Her thick, long black hair was tied into a bun like Eri's, giving her a very wifely look. Her slender, snow-white neck was perfect from any angle, like a delicate porcelain doll that made you want to take a bite.

The curve of the yukata's neckline being stretched out further fuels the imagination.

Although the yukatas at this hotel were simple in style, Ran's natural beauty made her stand out, and Onami couldn't help but stare for a few seconds at first glance.

"Want to go for a walk? I heard there's an open-air hot spring nearby." Xiaolan took off her wooden clogs and walked over barefoot, asking with a smug smile on her face.

Wen Shui hesitated for a moment: "Aren't you afraid of that ghost?"

Xiaolan's expression changed slightly, but she finally mustered up her courage and said, "I'm a little scared, but now that we're here, wouldn't it be a waste to just stay cooped up in the hotel?"

Wen Shui was unsure whether going out would cause her to miss the opportunity to discover the body of the guy impersonating Uncle Mori, which would affect the progress of her research.

But he also really wanted to go for a walk around the area with Xiaolan.