Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Wen Shui decided to go back and have Ai Haibara give Conan a physical examination to see if there were any potential illnesses, so that early detection and treatment could help.

Considering the integrity of the case, Wen Shui ultimately decided to find the murderer using the methods described in the original story.

He first deduced in front of everyone that the newspaper might be a code, to draw the attention of the murderer, Masao Jinbo. Then he told the hotel staff and guests to go back to rest, while he and the detectives sealed off the bathroom for a thorough investigation.

This gave Masao Jinbo the opportunity to go and find the stolen money.

After Masao Jinbo secretly found the burial site without telling anyone, he dug up a bag of stones instead.

He stared dumbfounded at the contents of the sack, his face filled with disbelief: "This... how is this possible? Why are there stones?"

“Mr. Masao Jinbo, you must be looking for this, right?” Warm Water’s voice came from the woods behind Masao Jinbo.

Jinbo Masao turned around abruptly and saw two dazzling beams of light shining from the dense forest, so bright that he had to squint. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was the detective kid standing in the spotlight on the stage, holding a bag of banknotes.

Masao Jinbo's breathing quickened instantly. That was all his money, but reason allowed him to suppress his emotions. He smiled and said, "I just came to see if I could find the treasure you mentioned. I didn't expect you to beat me to it. Detectives are indeed a bit better than us ordinary people."

Wen Shui smiled and said, "You're no ordinary person, Mr. Jinbo. To be able to kill two people in such a cruel way without being discovered, you're much stronger than an ordinary person."

Masao Jinbo's expression changed slightly: "What? I killed two people? Don't say things like that."

“Mr. Jinbo, stop acting. Wenshui has seen through everything.” A sweet voice came from about 5 meters away from Wenshui.

When Jinbo Masao looked closely, he discovered that the girl squatting there was actually the one with the pure-looking face but a great figure. She was holding a searchlight and shining it on him in the direction of the warm water and the tree.

Jinbo Masao was speechless. What kind of magic did this kid have that could make such a beautiful woman do this much for him?

"Don't joke around. If you're going to say I'm the murderer, at least produce some evidence," Jinbo Masao retorted guiltily.

Wen Shui: "Of course there's evidence. When you hung the body up just now, you must have used the tools in the room, right? I bet it was that shogi board, wasn't it..."

Warm water directly presented the evidence of Masao Jinbo's crimes.

Perhaps because his crime was caught red-handed by the police, Masao Jinbo's psychological defenses quickly crumbled, and he knelt on the ground, weeping: "I didn't mean to kill him, but after he saw there was no money in the box, he insisted on blackmailing me..."

In order to embezzle the stolen money, Masao Jinbo killed his accomplice, the long-haired man in the red sweater, and misled the police with convenience store receipts and milk cartons. Later, he refused to give up and stayed to work at the Aoiya Hotel to investigate the whereabouts of the money.

Later, upon hearing that the innkeeper had asked Kogoro Mouri to investigate a mysterious box, Masao Jinbo hired Tatsuo Mori to impersonate Kogoro Mouri in order to take the box away ahead of time.

But unexpectedly, the box contained the coordinates for burying stolen money, not real cash.

So he had no choice but to kill him, killing Sendav who was blackmailing him and hanging him in the room to make it look like a suicide.

After the truth came to light, the detectives collected all the evidence from the scene and put the handcuffed murderer, Masao Jinbo, into a police car.

The entrance to the Aoi-ya Ryokan was brightly lit, and many tourists were peering out of their room windows at the outside world.

Shancun Cao patted Wen Shui on the shoulder: "Brother Wen Shui, we owe you a lot this time, otherwise we would have been completely fooled by the murderer."

Wen Shui smiled and said politely, "It's not as amazing as you say. You guys have been a lot of help. By the way, Officer Sato also gave me a lot of advice."

Wen Shui emphasized the words "Officer Sato".

Yamamura Misao immediately understood: "That's right, Officer Sato has been a great help to us this time. I will definitely write this into the case investigation record."

Wen Shui smiled and nodded. He had already taken the reward for the case investigation, so there was no point in keeping the credit. He might as well give it to Sato Miwako to boost her performance.

Yamamura Misao led his men away in a grand procession.

As Wen Shui walked hungry toward his hotel room, Sato Miwako suddenly leaned over and elbowed him: "Hmph, don't think you can buy me off with these little favors. I will not agree to your dirty ideas."

Wen Shui blinked: "What dirty thoughts did I have?"

Sato Miwako hesitated for a moment, then blushed and punched him again: "You know it yourself!"

After saying that, she ran away, leaving a bewildered Wen Shui standing there to be interrogated by Xiao Lan.

After investigating the case, Wen Shui and her group had dinner in their room. It was already midnight, and the intimate conversation with Xiao Lan that they had anticipated did not take place.

Everyone went back to their rooms to sleep.

Ran even chose a room with Sato Miwako, not even giving Wenshui a chance to launch a night raid.

The good news is that Conan has been assigned to be taken care of by Uncle Mori, so at least Wen Shui can get a good night's sleep in peace.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he vaguely heard the sound of the wooden sliding door being opened. Then a figure tiptoed up to him, lifted her fair and soft little foot, and gently stepped on his chest.

In his drowsy state, Wen Shui thought it was Xiao Lan coming to play the good morning kiss game with him.

Without thinking much, Wen Shui grabbed Xiao Lan's slender ankle and gave her a light kiss on her delicate, flawless instep.

Hmm, something doesn't taste right?

Wen Shui suddenly came to her senses, opened her eyes, and saw that standing in front of her was Sato Miwako, who was wearing a dark blue yukata.

Miwako didn't expect Wen Shui to kiss her directly. Although it was on the instep, it still made her a little shy: "You, you can't even be still in your dreams."

Wen Shui released her hand, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, and said, "I was just dreaming about eating chicken legs, and you brought them to me."

Normally, Sato Miwako would have gritted her teeth and argued with Wenshui for a while before it was over. But today, she was unusual and didn't refute Wenshui's words: "I have to go first. The Metropolitan Police Department contacted me to cooperate with the Gunma Prefectural Detectives in investigating a case."

Warm Water: "Oh? What about a vacation?"

"There's nothing I can do. This time it's an order from the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters, and Inspector Megure has no right to interfere." Miwako said with a reluctant expression, "I was hoping to stay with you for a few more days."

Wen Shui: "When are you leaving? I'll see you off?"

"No need, a car will pick me up later." Miwako bit her lip lightly. "Before you leave, play some pool with me."

Wen Shui didn't know why she suddenly wanted to play billiards, but since she was about to leave, it was only right to play with her a little longer.

The two arrived at the billiards court next to the hot spring bath. It was not yet 6 o'clock, and even the staff had not woken up yet, let alone the guests who came here to relax and drink until midnight.

The two of them started playing billiards in the empty venue.

Miwako Sato's skills weren't particularly impressive, and Awami was just an average player, but his reaction time was much better than the average person, so he always had the advantage.

After playing for more than half an hour, Sato Miwako put down her racket and said, "I'm not playing anymore. Do you even know how to take care of a girl? You don't even give me a break."

Wen Shui smiled and said, "I'm afraid you'll notice if I let you through, and then you'll say I don't respect you."

Miwako rolled her eyes at him, then wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand: "You're sweating so much! Want to go for a bath together? I heard this hot spring has mixed-gender baths~"

Wen Shui's eyes lit up, but he quickly thought of the awkward situation in the original Conan manga where Kogoro Mouri was soaking in a hot spring with a female monkey: "Uh, let's forget about that, the guests will all be up soon."

Miwako Sato chuckled: "You actually blushed? Looks like I'm still quite competitive."

She clutched the hem of her yukata and gently fanned herself to cool down. The glimpses of her snow-white curves made Wen Shui's heart race.

Both of them were sweating profusely. Sato Miwako's neat short hair was soaked with sweat and clung to her fair, girlish cheeks. The fragrance on her body mixed with the sweat, exuding a hormonal scent that would fascinate the opposite sex.

Wen Shui walked over and helped her tuck the stray hairs from her cheeks: "Of course there are, and the competition is fierce."

Miwako: "Then... how do I compare to Ran?"

“It’s different. You have advantages that Xiaolan doesn’t have,” Wen Shui said earnestly.

Sato Miwako blushed and almost couldn't resist hugging Wen Shui to her chest. She snorted coldly, "You've used these kinds of words to fool girls quite a few times, haven't you? How come you seem so skilled at it?"

"No, that's not true. Is that how you see me?" Wen Shui clicked her tongue in disbelief.

"Oh, by the way, thank you for last night," Sato Miwako suddenly changed the subject.

Wen Shui blinked, thinking to herself, "Didn't you look disgusted last night? Why did you suddenly change your tune?"

Miwako Sato continued, "I don't like owing people anything. You got off easy this time, but don't try to take all the credit for me next time."

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and pressed her cool lips against the warm water's face, then her nose, her eyebrows, and finally those lips that haunted her dreams.

After a long, deep kiss.

Miwako's eyes were already brimming with tears as she gazed longingly at Wen Shui's handsome face, tentatively asking, "So, who's better, you or Xiao Lan?"

"I told you not to compare yourself to others. In my heart, you are the only silly policewoman." Wen Shui said softly.

Miwako was furious: "You brat, what do you mean by 'stupid policewoman'? You're disgusting, take this!"

She wrapped her arms around the back of Wen Shui's head and pressed his face against the front of her sweat-soaked bathrobe.

The fine beads of sweat, infused with a subtle milky aroma, were practically the most delicious drink in the world. Coupled with the impressive frontal armor, Wen Shui's mind went completely blank.

Chapter 285 Don't just pretend to be someone else's mother, you rascal!

Wen Shui knew that Sato Miwako had a habit of exercising in the morning. After all, she was a detective in the Metropolitan Police Department, and ensuring her physical condition would allow her to better devote herself to her work.

Wen Shui originally thought that Sato Miwako woke him up early in the morning simply to play ping-pong instead of their usual morning exercise, and incidentally increase their intimacy and create some nice memories.

I never expected this woman to unleash such a powerful move so suddenly.

It has to be said that the older woman, who has been working for many years, is more powerful than the innocent young girl, Xiaolan, and is almost catching up with Xiaolan's current progress bar right from the start.

Moreover, unlike Ran's unripe apricot-like fragrance, Sato Miwako's scent is stronger, somewhere between Ran's and Mrs. Kudo's.

It has a sweet taste mixed with a hint of clear milky fragrance, and a combination of the scent of a mature woman's cosmetics.

It allows one to simultaneously feel the innocence of a young girl and the sexy confidence unique to working women.

The two had just played billiards for half a day, and Miwako was sweating a lot. To Wen Shui's surprise, the sticky sweat did not ruin her beauty. Instead, it gave Wen Shui an unprecedented experience.

"It's good enough, it'll be troublesome if someone gets up and sees it."

Miwako's cheeks were already flushed red. She looked down at the boy, who was much younger than her, rushing around in her arms. His beautiful legs, which could easily kick over a 200-pound strong man, were starting to give way.

Wen Shui looked up at Sato-senpai, whose clothes were disheveled: "So fast? Didn't you say you were going to thank me properly?"

"Isn't that enough? Don't be too greedy, kid. I'm not your girlfriend." Miwako glared at him, but didn't bother to cover up the view from the front of her yukata.

Wen Shui smiled and reached out to help Sato Miwako straighten her clothes, then lifted her chin like a spoiled villain in a movie: "Girls are nothing compared to the charm of an older sister."

These somewhat frivolous words made Sato Miwako's eyes widen.

She never expected that Wen Shui, who was usually just foul-mouthed and always suppressed by her like a younger brother, would turn the tables and show such strong aggression.

But why, after the roles were reversed, did I not feel awkward or resistant, but instead had an urge to submit to him?

Is this instinct determined by the genes of men and women?

"That's enough for today, Sato-senpai. You'd better work hard." Wen Shui smiled, then turned to leave the billiards hall.

Sato Miwako grabbed Wen Shui Mingyu by the back of the neck and said expressionlessly, "The thought of having to work on vacation is making me a little annoyed. Don't bring up things you don't want to talk about. Damn it, I'm punishing you by making you play another game of pool with me."

"Are you still going to call? Isn't a car coming to pick you up later?" Wen Shui asked in surprise.

Miwako: "Stop arguing, playing one game won't make any difference."

Miwako was talking about billiards, but instead of picking up a racket, she wrapped her slender arms around Wenshui's neck.