Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Xiaolan stuck out her tongue: "I... I'll take a look at what's in the investigation report. Maybe I can remember something."

Wen Shui was sandwiched between two girls when he suddenly noticed that many of the police officers who were investigating had stopped and were looking up at him. Their eyes held a mixture of jealousy, envy, and confusion as they wondered why the two women weren't fighting.

As if wearing an invisibility cloak, Conan moved among the detectives at the crime scene, gathering all sorts of information he found useful.

When he saw Ran rush over and hug Wen Shui's arm, Conan instinctively wanted to rush over and punch that bastard. However, he quickly heard Ran's explanation, which, although somewhat far-fetched, made sense upon closer inspection considering that Ran was a member of the Suzuran Detective Club.

Most importantly, this case has completely piqued Conan's curiosity.

An event from many years ago, a mysterious suitcase, a corpse wearing a red sweater in the forest...

Each one landed in Conan's strike zone, and under such circumstances, even picking up a hair from the crime scene that no one knew who it belonged to would give Conan a strong sense of pleasure.

The sensation is similar to being injected with a highly concentrated anesthetic; no one can resist its allure.

So even Conan himself didn't realize that he was subconsciously hypnotizing himself into thinking that Ran would be fine and that he should just focus on the investigation.

However interesting the case may be, the fact that his childhood sweetheart is getting so close to another man will still send a warning signal to Conan's subconscious.

So, in addition to the excitement of investigating clues, Conan's little brain also experienced a surge of pleasure at the thought of his childhood sweetheart being NTR'd.

When the seemingly clue was discovered and Ran's voice appeared at the exact same second, Conan's two feelings overlapped, causing his mind to go blank for a moment, and he almost groaned out loud.

However, he quickly regained consciousness.

Damn it, now is not the time to think about these things. I can't concentrate at all with these two things going on at the same time!

Conan glanced deeply at Wen Shui, who was caught between the women, forcibly blocking out one of her feelings and focusing his attention on investigating the clues, while secretly sneering to himself.

Hmph, a detective whose steps are entangled by women is destined not to go far.

Although the woman who was clinging to him was his childhood sweetheart.

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Wen Shui cleared her throat and broke free from the two people surrounding her: "There's nothing special about it. We can't confirm whether it was suicide or homicide yet."

Miwako walked to the window, looked at the detectives who had expanded their investigation to the area around the Aoi-ya Ryokan, and sighed.

After Xiaolan calmed down from guarding against the cat's raid, she looked at the corpse in the room again. Even though the room was brightly lit, she was still a little scared: "Do you think... it's possible that the red ghost is behind this?"

"How could that be, Xiaolan? You have to believe in science," Wen Shui comforted her.

Miwako nodded in agreement.

Although she knew Wen Shui was right, Xiao Lan still felt uneasy. There were too many people around, and she couldn't hold Wen Shui's hand to ease her tension, so she could only pick up the sports newspaper hidden in her suitcase and start reading.

Although it's a newspaper from 5 years ago, some of the athletes in it look quite familiar. It would be even better if there were any news articles about karate.

As Xiaolan was thinking, she suddenly noticed a strand of black hair falling out of the newspaper.

Xiao Lan stared at the black hair lying at her feet, her face pale. Her eyes were wide open, and her hands trembled as she held the report paper. She just couldn't get rid of this terrifying thing.

As she trembled, more hair fell out of the newspaper.

Xiao Lan's mind flashed through movies and TV shows such as "Ju-on," "Ringu," and "Kayako vs. the Karate Club's Female Leader."

Just a second before she was on the verge of collapse, a warm, large hand covered her vision from behind and then took the newspaper away from her hand.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Wen Shui's magnetic voice rang in Xiao Lan's ears, making her feel a sense of security she had never felt before.

On the other hand, when Conan first saw Ran find a hair in the newspaper, he felt a surge of joy. Although to outsiders this might seem like a curse or ghost story, Conan didn't believe in that.

Conan believes that the more actions the culprit takes to cover up the truth, the greater the risk of being exposed.

However, immediately afterward, Conan saw Wen Shui hug Ran from behind, and the latter had a shy expression on her face.

A strange sense of pleasure welled up inside Conan.

The joy of discovering the clue and the pleasure of witnessing Ran being taken advantage of by Wen Shui occurred at the same time. After the intense stimulation was superimposed, Conan felt his mind go blank and his body fell straight to the ground.

A uniformed detective next to Conan shouted, "Inspector Yamamura, this little boy has fainted from fright!"

“No, he still has a smile on his face. How could he have fainted from fright?” Another detective holding the evidence bag shook his head. “I think this little boy is definitely possessed. There’s the resentment of the dead in his hair.”

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The detective carrying the evidence bag retreated to the doorway, seemingly worried about being tainted by the demonic energy emanating from the hair.

Xiaolan had been a little relaxed, but these words made her tense up again, and she looked up at Wenshui.

Wen Shui glanced at the detective with displeasure, then turned to Yamamura and said, "Officer Yamamura, the quality of your subordinates is worrying."

Yamamura Misao looked a little embarrassed: "Tanaka, we represent the face of the Metropolitan Police Department. Don't say things that affect morale."

“But Inspector Yamamura, didn’t you go to the shrine to get amulets last time? We still have them on us.” The detective named Tanaka seemed to be a veteran, and spoke rather casually. “And how do you explain the hair in the newspaper? We didn’t see it when we checked just now.”

Sato Miwako said coldly, "Is it possible that you didn't check carefully enough?"

"Impossible! We're the most elite subordinates of the mountain village police chief. How could we let such obvious evidence slip by?" Detective Tanaka looked around. "Who was in charge of checking that newspaper just now?"

All the officers in forensic uniforms looked at each other, but no one answered.

Yamamura Misao slammed his fist on the table: "You guys, you didn't even check this newspaper, did you?!"

Tanaka scratched his head and looked at another young detective: "How do you do your job? You don't even check such important evidence?"

The young detective looked shocked and aggrieved, but dared not say anything more.

Seeing their evasive answers, Miwako Sato couldn't help but facepalm. She had initially thought it was just hair stuck in the gaps of the newspaper that the investigators hadn't noticed while looking through it, but she never imagined they would forget to investigate such important evidence.

It seems the detectives in Gunma Prefecture are just as unreliable as that rookie officer, Yamamura Misao. Luckily, there's Wenshui here; hopefully, he won't let the culprit escape.

Because of this incident, the village police officer had to have everyone check the scene again, leaving no corner unchecked.

Everyone sprang into action, and this time they were clearly more motivated than before.

Meanwhile, in a corner where no one was paying attention, Conan had already been carried out by two detectives for emergency treatment.

When Sato Miwako turned around, she saw that bastard Wenshui was still holding Xiaolan's hand, and she felt a little unhappy.

She walked over and snatched Xiaolan from Wenshui's arms: "That's enough, isn't it? Taking advantage of girls like this isn't what a detective does."

Wen Shui: "What are you talking about? I'm comforting my companion who's been too frightened."

Xiao Lan nodded obediently.

As Wen Shui watched Sato Miwako holding the obedient and docile Ran, her neat black short hair and the sharp glint in her eyes made Wen Shui feel as if his girlfriend had been stolen by another woman.

It has to be said that if Miwako changed her sexual orientation, she might attract more girls and boys.

Miwako Sato narrowed her eyes slightly: "What's with that expression? It seems a bit malicious."

"No, I just think you two are surprisingly well-matched," Wen Shui said casually.

However, Miwako Sato misunderstood Wen Shui's words, thinking that he was implying that she and Ran would be surprisingly suitable to serve him together. It's not surprising that Miwako overthinks this, since Wen Shui had shown both Ran and her attitudes that went beyond ordinary friendship, which made Miwako think of this possibility.

Logically, she should have withdrawn after realizing the situation.

However, due to the investigation of the case and the many things that happened with Wen Shui, she is now in a dilemma. What makes Miwako most angry is that Wen Shui, that little rascal, seems to be pretending not to understand, clearly trying to have his cake and eat it too.

Sato Miwako snorted coldly: "Hmph, dream on, aren't you afraid of eating too much and dying?"

Wen Shui smiled and said, "I have always had a good appetite, and different ingredients taste different. Speaking of which, I've always wanted to try Officer Sato's cooking."

Sato Miwako narrowed her eyes, wanting to rush over and give Wenshui an over-the-shoulder throw.

But after seeing his feigned ignorance in his eyes, most of my anger dissipated, and I even felt a little like going home to cook for him.

Why did things turn out like this? Did this kid cast some kind of evil spell on her?

Sato Miwako was very puzzled, but she had always been a capable person. She liked what she liked and disliked what she disliked. For example, Shiratori Ninzaburo was from a very wealthy family and was very attentive to her, but Sato Miwako never felt a ripple in her heart when faced with Shiratori's pursuit.

On the other hand, in Wenshui, this kid often makes her so angry that she can't sleep at night.

"That wretched little brat," Miwako cursed inwardly.

Ran, who was forcibly taken away, did not notice the secret message between Wen Shui and Sato Miwako. Ran lay down in Sato Miwako's arms and pressed her cheek against the soft cushion to feel the height and softness.

It seems... it's not as exaggerated as I imagined.

She's far inferior to her mother, at least.

Ran recalled how Wen Shui had often praised her for developing her figure quickly, saying she was almost as big as Eri Kisaki, and felt a surge of pride and satisfaction.

At least in this matter, she has already won against Officer Sato, and it is unlikely that the other party will have a chance to turn the tables. Even if Wen Shui chooses both of them in the end, Xiao Lan is confident that she will receive more love from Wen Shui.

Wait a minute?

Why do I have these thoughts? Shouldn't love be selfish? Why do I unconsciously start fantasizing about getting an extra bite of cream when sharing a cake with someone else?

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Conan woke up half an hour later.

After waking up, he immediately rushed to the crime scene and found that the Metropolitan Police Department was still investigating the evidence at the scene. Wen Shui was talking to Yamamura about the case with a serious expression.

Ran and Miwako Sato stood on the other side, looking out at the night view and talking about something, while Uncle Mori sat on the sofa, resting his chin on his hand in deep thought.

Everything seemed no different from any other crime scene encountered on a normal day.

Could it be... that everything that just happened was a dream?

"Little brother, you're awake?" Detective Tanaka walked over, squatted down, and smiled as he patted Conan's head.

Conan: "Uncle, what just happened? How did I end up lying next door?"

Detective Tanaka: "You were so frightened by the hair that was covered in evil spirits' curses that you fainted. We were going to take you to the hospital, but since your breathing was relatively stable, we carried you to the next room to rest."

hair?

Oh, right, when Xiaolan picked up the newspaper just now, a hair fell out, and then she jumped into Wenshui's arms.

Conan suddenly regained his memories, and at the same time felt a slight stabbing pain in his heart.

If his body were to revert to Shinichi Kudo's state, Ran would probably seek his help immediately...

This was followed by an unconscious attempt to comfort oneself, attributing the problem to the body shrinking.

At that moment, Ran came over from the window and asked with concern, "Conan, are you feeling better? Don't listen to Detective Tanaka's nonsense. There's no evil spirit or curse on that hair at all. Wenshui said he's already figured out the culprit's method. We can go to our room for dinner soon."

Detective Tanaka curled his lip: "I'm not making this up, miss. If you knew the legends about this place, you wouldn't be so optimistic."

“But Wen Shui said it wasn’t an evil curse,” Xiao Lan said with great certainty. “Wen Shui has never lied to me about these things.”

Conan's heart was shot with an arrow once again.