Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Xiaolan pouted: "What kind of expressions are those? I was just suggesting a possibility, it's not like there's absolutely no chance..."

Conan sniffed, then looked up and asked, "Hey, Ran-neechan, did you change into a spare yukata?"

Xiaolan was surprised that even though they were wearing the same clothes, they could still tell the difference. She stammered, "Yes, yes, I spilled the milk when I was drinking it after taking a shower. It was so delicious that I accidentally spilled it."

Kogoro Mouri: "Seriously, it's not like we don't have milk at home. It's not like we're struggling financially."

"But the first sip of milk after a hot spring bath makes you feel so refreshed," Xiaolan said. "Dad, didn't you always say that after a hard day's work, all you want is to be able to drink an ice-cold beer in the evening?"

Uncle Mori was speechless.

Wen Shui nodded: "Indeed, I was also completely captivated by the first sip of milk after soaking in the hot spring."

"Honestly, two ignorant brats," Kogoro Mouri remarked.

Since Wenshui and Xiaolan arrived, Sato Miwako did not take the initiative to speak to them, but carefully observed their reactions. Wenshui seemed to be impeccable, but Xiaolan's disguise was much less convincing.

If nothing unexpected happens, Xiaolan's first sip of milk is definitely not as simple as it seems.

Did they indirectly kiss because he drank the milk that Xiaolan had drunk?

Or did Xiaolan hold milk in her mouth and then feed the boy warm water mouth-to-mouth?

Sato Miwako was unsure how far things had progressed between Nukumizu and Ran, and many guesses and curiosity ran through her mind.

However, she knew that if she asked directly, Wen Shui would definitely not tell the truth. Sato Miwako's eyes darted around, and she suddenly thought of a way to get Wen Shui to tell the truth.

That means I have to do the same thing as Xiaolan.

Hmph, that kid will definitely not let this opportunity pass. Recalling the intoxicated look on his face in the car last time, Sato Miwako's lips curled into a confident smile.

Wen Shui glanced at the time and figured the imposter should have been killed by now, so she changed the subject: "By the way, what about the person who was impersonating Uncle Mori? Has he come out of the room?"

“No.” Yamamura Misao shook his head. “Last time when I asked the waiter to deliver something, he said not to bother him and to call him again at dinner time.”

Wen Shui: "It's almost dinner time now, I think we should have someone call him out first, and then we can sneak into his room and investigate."

"Infiltrate and search?" Xiaolan exclaimed, covering her mouth.

Miwako Sato said sternly, “This is illegal. We do not have a search warrant. The other party is just impersonating Mr. Mori and has not used this identity to commit any illegal or criminal acts.”

Wen Shui skipped over the process of reasoning with Sato Miwako and looked at Inspector Yamamura Misao, who was one rank higher than Miwako.

Yamamura slammed his hand on the table: "That's right! How come I didn't think of this method before? Brother Wen Shui, you're really too smart."

Miwako: "Wait a minute, isn't this illegal? Aren't you the police inspector who's best at taking exams? How come you don't even know such a basic law!"

In her desperation, Sato Miwako even revealed the police station's assessment of Yamamura Misao.

Yamamura Misao wasn't angry. He pretended to be profound and said, "Exams are for promotion. If you investigate cases according to the theory, you'll be completely outmaneuvered by the criminals."

After saying that, Yamamura Misao looked at Sato Miwako with a puzzled expression: "Speaking of which, Inspector Megure told me this when I had just joined the Metropolitan Police Department. What, didn't he tell you?"

Sato Miwako looked speechless: "Oh, I see. That's why this sounded so familiar."

Since the main person in charge of this operation was Yamamura Misao, and Sato Miwako was only there on vacation, Nukumizu's suggestion was quickly adopted.

Yamamura explained the situation to the hotel owner and asked a waiter to come downstairs from the room to select ingredients for dinner.

Wen Shui and his group hid in the room opposite, and as soon as he left, they rushed in and began a thorough search.

However, in order to avoid revealing their whereabouts, the number of people going in to investigate must not be too large.

Ran and Conan, who lack investigative skills, were naturally excluded and left in the lobby to create chaos at crucial moments and hold off the mustachioed man.

Although Conan was very anxious, he couldn't say anything because of his status as a child.

Before he and Xiaolan could even settle down, they heard a piercing scream coming from the second floor, which sounded like it came from Yamamura Misao.

Chapter 282 Being sandwiched between two beautiful girls is a Shura Field

After hearing the screams coming from upstairs, Xiaolan immediately took out her phone to call the police.

Conan: "Wait a minute, Ran-neechan, it might not be a murder case yet. Let's go upstairs and check it out."

Xiaolan's hand, holding the phone, hovered in mid-air: "Well, you're right."

Conan: "Besides, Inspector Yamamura is a detective himself. If a murder really happened, it would be more convenient for him to call for help."

Ran nodded gently. Although Conan's words made a lot of sense, she felt as if her presence had been diminished, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Speaking of which, Officer Yamamura is known for being a bit of a freak, so maybe that scream was because she accidentally saw a bug or something..." Ran reassured herself as she and Conan ran upstairs.

The hotel owner and two female waitresses were with them.

Upon arriving at the second-floor corridor, Conan saw Misao Yamamura standing like a statue outside the room door, staring wide-eyed into the room.

Conan hurriedly ran over and looked inside following Yamamura Misao's gaze. The room was dark, but by the light from the corridor, he could vaguely see a person standing on the innermost closet. A rotten and unpleasant smell filled the air.

Nukumizu and Kogoro Mouri stood at the man's feet, seemingly inspecting something.

Miwako Sato walked up behind Conan with her phone in hand: "Alright, kid, go back to your room and rest. There's been a murder here, so no one is allowed to enter for the time being."

As she spoke, she went into the room and pressed the light switch by the door.

The fluorescent light tube hanging above the hotel room flickered twice, and then the whole room was illuminated as bright as day.

Conan finally saw the person standing on the closet... no, it wasn't standing on the closet at all, but hanging there by a rope.

The man was dressed exactly like Kogoro Mouri, and even had a very similar mustache and hairstyle. However, his expression was ferocious, and his tongue was sticking out long, which made people feel a little creepy.

"what!"

A piercing scream rang out from the crowd.

Wen Shui, who was examining the clues at the crime scene, turned around and saw Xiao Lan clasping her hands together, looking at him with a horrified expression. It seemed that the person's death was still a bit too gruesome. Xiao Lan couldn't help but scream as soon as she ran over.

Xiao Lan's shout woke Yamamura Misao from his shock. He quickly told the people around him, "Call the police! Someone here has been killed by a ghost."

Several guests who came out of their rooms to watch the commotion picked up their phones, and Xiaolan also took out her phone.

Miwako Sato waved her phone in her hand: "No need, I've already contacted the Gunma Prefectural Police Department, and I think the forensic team will be here soon."

Yamamura Misao nodded, still shaken.

Wen Shui walked over and couldn't help but complain, "Hey Officer Yamamura, you're a police inspector from Gunma Prefecture, don't act like a high school girl and jump around like that."

"police officer?"

Several people around him, unaware of Yamamura Misao's true identity, stared at him in astonishment.

After being reminded by Wenshui, Yamamura Misao realized that he seemed to have embarrassed the Metropolitan Police Department too much. With more and more people gathering around, Yamamura Misao was not as scared as he had been at first.

Yamamura Misao took out his police ID and showed it to everyone around him: "Ahem, Brother Wenshui is right. I am Yamamura Misao, the Gunma Prefectural Police Inspector. As for what I was doing just now, I was actually imitating Sherlock Holmes' 'deductive reasoning' method, trying to understand the criminal's psychological activities in this way."

"Holmes would never do such a thing, Yamamura-nii. You're just terrified by the corpse." Conan couldn't help but expose him when he heard the other person using Holmes as a shield.

Ran walked over and grabbed Conan by the back of the neck: "No, Conan-kun, Inspector Yamamura is already scared enough, don't embarrass him."

Yamamura Misao: "..."

At that moment, Yoshiro Toda, the owner of the Aoi-ya Inn, somehow wandered into the crime scene, knelt beneath the hanged body, and cried out, "Mr. Mori, why were you so foolish? Even if you couldn't solve the mystery in the alley, you didn't have to commit suicide to atone for your sins..."

Standing at the door wearing sunglasses, Uncle Mori couldn't help but take off his glasses, walk over and pick up Yoshiro Toda: "Hey, you better look carefully, who exactly is the person in front of you?"

Yoshiro Toda rubbed his eyes, stunned for a long time: "You, aren't you Gekko Uemon?"

Uncle Mori couldn't help but facepalm: "Damn it, that's the name I gave myself to hide my identity. Have you forgotten? We talked on the phone just a few days ago. You asked me to help you investigate the secret of that box."

As he spoke, Kogoro Mouri pulled up his call log on his phone.

After reading it, Yoshiro Toda looked shocked: "Are you really Detective Mouri? Then who is this person who hanged himself?"

Yamamura Misao walked over and said, "This person is naturally the thug impersonating Mr. Mori. As for his purpose, we are investigating. Please do not disturb the crime scene."

A waiter at the Aoi-ya Ryokan, Masao Kamiya, joined the conversation: "But if you're going to call him a criminal, people usually do that for profit, right? Who would impersonate a celebrity and then hang themselves?"

Wen Shui gave him a deep look and smiled, "It's not necessarily suicide. Maybe he was murdered and then arranged like this."

Jinbo Masao was startled, but he tried his best to maintain the expression of an ordinary shop assistant: "So this is possible? People these days are really scary. They kill others for their own benefit. It's terrifying."

Xiao Lan nodded in agreement, and her empathetic expression made Wen Shui a little worried that she might be scammed out of her savings by telemarketing calls in the future.

The Gunma Prefectural Police Department personnel arrived an hour later, by which time it was completely dark.

After Sato Miwako called the police, Yamamura Misao later called his colleagues at the Metropolitan Police Department, so the people who came were his trusted subordinates and acquaintances he had worked with many times before.

Wen Shui noticed that the expressions on the faces of these people were very strange when they got off the bus.

He exuded an air of dejection, as if he had been assigned a very difficult task by his boss, but had no choice but to grit his teeth and complete it.

If I'm not mistaken, the village police officer must have led them astray quite a few times before.

However, when the forensic investigators and detectives learned that the famous detective Kogoro Mouri and the "Guardian Angel" of the Metropolitan Police Department, Nukumizu, were also at the scene, all the members of the Metropolitan Police Department showed joy on their faces.

Yamamura Misao proudly introduced to Sato Miwako, "These people are all my old team members. Each of them is very capable and an expert in on-site investigation. I believe we will have results soon."

Miwako Sato nodded noncommittally.

As a criminal police officer who has worked on the front line for many years, she is too good at guessing what people are thinking from subtle changes in facial expressions. If she is not mistaken, these criminal police officers must have suffered a lot under the incompetent police inspector in the mountain village.

However, what Miwako is more concerned about right now is whether the body was a suicide or a murder.

Although all the evidence currently points to suicide, Sato Miwako's intuition, honed over years as a detective, keeps telling her that the killer is in this room.

The group of people under Shan Cun Cao were very efficient; they had compiled the on-site investigation records in less than half an hour.

Kogoro Mouri and Ren Nukumi each had an investigation record in hand, and they stood in the room with the corpse hanging there, carefully observing every detail.

As Wen Shui was reading, Sato Miwako suddenly came up to him from his left: "The newspaper in the alley is from 5 years ago, and the content is a sports report about sumo wrestler 'Akagi Maru' winning his first match in 18 years since his debut, which is baffling."

As Miwako Sato spoke, her sweet breath sprayed onto his warm face, making it difficult for him to concentrate on what she was saying. His gaze couldn't help but shift from the newspaper to her delicate profile framed by her neat short hair.

After saying a long string of words, Sato Miwako looked up at Wen Shui and asked, "What do you think?"

"I think you're right." Wen Shui hadn't actually heard anything.

Sato Miwako frowned slightly. In the past, she might have given a lecture on how to focus on the case, but for some reason, after noticing that Onami was distracted because she was too close, Miwako felt a surge of secret joy.

At this moment, Xiaolan, who was hiding in the corridor and didn't want to face the horrible corpse, realized that someone was breaking into her house. So she didn't care about being scared anymore and rushed over to hug Wenshui's other arm.

However, Ran's impact was too strong, causing the warm water to bump towards Sato Miwako.

Sato-senpai's not-so-exaggerated but still quite well-endowed flesh was struck with a powerful, indirect impact, creating a captivating wave of flesh.

Miwako blushed and looked up at Ran.