Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

With a gentle push of warm water, Miwako's body landed right on the flat racket table. Her long, beautiful legs, like a fighting technique from Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, entangled the bastard who dared to be disrespectful to the Metropolitan Police Department's beauty.

Wen Shui chuckled inwardly; the work pressure of criminal police officers is inherently greater than that of ordinary people.

Moreover, people with stronger fighting abilities, regardless of gender, will have much stronger hormone secretion than ordinary people.

In other words, compared to Ran, Sato Miwako's inner turmoil must be much stronger. Her flirtatious action just now was a deliberate test, and it unexpectedly had a significant effect.

Feeling Sato-senpai's delicate, girlish skin again, Onami vaguely sensed a different emotion emanating from her than before.

That was the kind of wifely feeling I had felt most from Xiao Lan.

The ping-pong table creaked and groaned, and the orange ping-pong balls on it quickly fell to the ground, but the two of them didn't even bother to pick them up.

Wen Shui focused intently on savoring the prize from her winning the billiards match, treating that wonderful experience that so many people dream of as her appetizer for breakfast.

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With Miwako accompanying me on my morning exercise, time seems to fly by.

Before they could even enjoy themselves properly at the pool hall, they heard the sound of the staff cleaning the hotel in the corridor. The two had no choice but to straighten their disheveled clothes, open the door, and leave the pool hall.

After greeting the approaching waiter, Wen Shui asked, "When will your person arrive?"

Miwako: "Before 7 o'clock."

Wen Shui nodded: "There's still enough time. Let's take a shower first. I feel so sticky and uncomfortable after playing ball."

Sato Miwako rolled her eyes and gave him a disdainful look: "No need, you just ate all the sweat off my body."

Sato Miwako's words were somewhat exaggerated. Even if Onami had a big appetite, she couldn't eat much if she only slightly opened her clothes. Besides, Onami didn't have that kind of fetish; she would only taste a little when kissing you.

Wen Shui was both amused and exasperated: "It's not as exaggerated as you say."

Miwako squinted and smiled, but in the end, she and Onami walked towards the bathroom.

Although the sweat on her body had dried, the little rascal's saliva still lingered on her skin, which had been kissed by warm water. She couldn't bring that to work.

Of course, they took separate showers, since their relationship hadn't progressed to that point yet. Even the tender moment just now, Sato Miwako had to make up many excuses to convince herself.

Originally, Onmizu wanted to have breakfast with Miwako, but after he changed into a dry yukata and came out, he saw Sato Miwako, who had changed into formal attire, standing at the hotel entrance with her suitcase.

A somewhat dilapidated-looking car was already parked outside, with two men who looked like criminal police officers sitting inside.

"So fast?" Wen Shui walked over and asked.

Miwako nodded gently: "Yes, I should have left earlier, but I was afraid you wouldn't be able to sleep at night if you didn't see me, so I waited for you a little longer."

Wen Shui: "I'm not as fragile as you say, and we're planning to go back today anyway, so we should be able to see each other soon."

"Not necessarily, this mission might take several days to finish," Miwako sighed.

While the detectives in the car outside weren't looking, Wen Shui gently squeezed Miwako's small hand: "Then when you come back, I'll treat you to Hell Demon King Ramen."

"Huh? Why does it have to be Hell Demon King Ramen?" Miwako asked, puzzled.

Wen Shui grinned mischievously: "Because it's very spicy, it'll make you sweat a lot. After we finish eating, we can play some pool to relax."

"That depends on your performance, Wenshui. I'm really looking forward to seeing how you explain our relationship to Xiaolan~" Miwako whispered in Wenshui's ear on tiptoe.

Then he turned around and left the Aoi-ya Inn without looking back.

As the car started and turned around, she didn't glance at the warm water once, as if everything that had just happened in the billiards room was a dream.

After switching to the identity of a police inspector, Miwako Sato regained her dashing and heroic demeanor, inspiring a strong urge to tame this wild horse.

This woman doesn't seem as easy to deal with as I thought. Wen Shui watched the car disappear from sight, then turned and walked back to her room.

Although I've been fussing with Miwako Sato for so long, it's actually not even 7 a.m. yet.

Even the hotel staff weren't fully on duty, and none of the guests came out. Perhaps everyone was having trouble sleeping last night because of the murder, so they didn't get up.

Wen Shui was also a little sleepy, so he decided to go back and take a nap.

If his memory serves him right, Hattori Heiji's visit to Mouri Kogoro with Toyama and Ye in Beika Town this time was probably related to the case where the two of them were kidnapped. He probably won't be able to get a proper rest after they get back.

However, when Wen Shui pushed open the door, she found a person lying on the tatami mat on the floor.

Although the person had their back to him, Wen Shui recognized Xiao Lan at a glance because of her slender body, thick black hair, and graceful curves that were still quite impressive even when she was lying on her side.

Hearing the sound, Xiaolan sat up from the bed and rubbed her eyes. "Wen Shui Jun, are you up so early to investigate a case?"

Wen Shui opened her mouth to answer, but then froze on the spot.

When Xiaolan rubbed her eyes, her slender, snow-white arms swayed gently, causing her navy blue bathrobe to slip off her shoulders, exposing her fair and slender abdomen to the air. Her well-proportioned curves were covered by her long black hair, and her half-hidden appearance made people's hearts race even faster.

However, Wen Shui subconsciously took a step back.

The words in his mind flickered slightly, telling him that Xiaolan definitely didn't appear in his room by accident; there was definitely a conspiracy involved.

Just as Wen Shui was about to open the door and escape, Xiao Lan stood up abruptly. She walked briskly to the door and pinned Wen Shui against the wall.

Looking at the almost transparent white skin in front of her, and the graceful curves hidden by the long black hair hanging in front of her, Wen Shui suddenly had the illusion that a monster had walked out of the lake.

"Why don't you put your clothes on first?" Wen Shui reminded him.

Xiaolan smiled and squinted, "I think I just saw you and Officer Sato whispering in the hotel lobby. Are you hiding something from me?"

Wen Shui's lips twitched: "No, she seemed to have something to do and just said goodbye briefly."

Xiaolan suddenly sighed: "Wen Shui Jun, do you still remember that chance encounter we had at the Dorobiga Amusement Park?"

"I remember, it was raining that day and you were hiding behind the bushes, even meowing like a cat." Wen Shui's memories were pulled back to the day he had just transmigrated into the world of Conan by Xiao Lan.

Xiaolan: "Do you remember what I said that day?"

"Uh, I think I did say I'd make breakfast." Wen Shui already sensed something was wrong, but there was no escaping the situation now, so she could only bite the bullet and explain.

Xiaolan's expression suddenly changed, and she grabbed Wenshui's ear and twisted it hard: "Didn't I say that philanderers deserve to die? Why do you all choose this path?"

"I didn't! Let me explain!" Wen Shui cried out in anguish.

"Why did the waiter say he saw you coming out of the pool hall with flushed faces?"

"Playing pool will definitely make you blush, right? You blush when you practice karate too..."

Xiao Lan then interrogated Wen Shui for half an hour. Fortunately, he had just taken a shower and changed into new clothes, so he didn't leave too many traces.

Even so, Xiaolan was still not entirely at ease, which could be seen from the way she met with Wenshui. If it were a normal interrogation, she wouldn't have needed to appear like a female monster who had never worn human clothes.

To confirm that Wen Shui hadn't done anything inappropriate with Sato Miwako behind her back, Xiao Lan sat on the table in the room, crossed her arms, and made a disgusted face, using her fair and soft little feet to test Wen Shui's blood concentration.

Xiaolan was slightly relieved after seeing that the amount was similar to the previous few times.

Wen Shui never expected that what Sato Miwako hadn't finished would be solved by Ran by a twist of fate, which could be considered a kind of "tacit cooperation" in another dimension.

Kogoro Mouri drank quite a bit last night and didn't get up until noon. During that time, Wenshui and Ran sat in the hotel lobby in a sunny spot and played shogi.

Conan sat on a small stool nearby, keeping watch.

Wen Shui is a novice who doesn't even understand the rules, and with Conan always interrupting to give Ran advice, he was defeated 10 times in a row by Ran, who is not very good at the same time.

Seeing Ran clapping and celebrating like a child, Wen Shui also smiled brightly. He didn't have the same competitive spirit as Shinichi Kudo. If it could make Ran happy, he wouldn't mind losing 100 more games.

After being happy for a while, Xiaolan looked up and gazed at Wen Shui affectionately: "Wen Shui-kun, you are so gentle."

Conan, sitting on the small stool next to him, turned green with rage.

Damn, this can be considered an assist? I should have helped Wen Shui teach Xiao Lan a lesson.

We had lunch at the Aoi-ya Ryokan again. Around noon, Mr. Tokumaru came over with a large group of people. They took photos of Uncle Mori and gave interviews to reporters, all to promote his upcoming hunting ground.

Considering that Heiji Hattori and Kazuha Toyama had come all this way to visit, Ran discussed it with her father and decided to drive back first, and then have Uncle Mori drive over himself when the hunting grounds opened in a few days.

Even though they were in a rush to film the promotional video, the sun had already started to set by the time they finished.

When Wen Shui and the others were driving towards Beika Town in Uncle Mori's car, a thick fog suddenly rose on the highway, forcing them to slow down. They hadn't even reached the outskirts of Beika Town by 8 p.m.

Xiaolan had already made plans to have dinner with He Ye and the others that evening, but now she doesn't know what time they'll be able to eat.

To Xiaolan's dismay, Uncle Mori's car broke down again on the way.

When I called the repair company, they said the weather was too bad and they couldn't send anyone over right now; I'd have to wait a while.

"Honestly, Dad, why do you always run into all sorts of problems when you rent a car?" Xiaolan looked out the window anxiously. The thick night and white fog obscured her vision, and in the absence of light, she could only see about 5 meters at most.

Uncle Mori: "I can't help it, damn it. When I get back, I'm definitely going to haggle hard with the car rental company to make up for this loss."

"It's too late to say anything now. I'd better call Kazuha and the others to explain." With that, Ran dialed Kazuha's number.

"Hey, Xiaolan, have you arrived yet? I've already chopped all the ingredients, just waiting for you to come back. Oh, by the way, Xiaolan, you're out of drinks in your fridge, why don't you buy some on your way back?"

Kazuha Toyama's voice still sounded so energetic, and you could faintly hear the sound of the evening news playing on the television.

"Sorry, Kazuha, my dad's car broke down, so he might be a little late." Ran said, then suddenly asked in confusion, "Huh? My refrigerator? But... how did you get in?"

Ran originally wanted to take Kazuha and the others out for barbecue, but Kazuha insisted on eating at the Mouri Detective Agency, saying she wanted to experience the environment where Ran had lived since childhood.

Because she got back late, Ran asked Kazuha and the others to buy ingredients for cooking.

The problem is, how did they get in without a key?

Conan rolled his eyes, wondering if Hattori had picked the lock. It felt like the way that lawless Osaka kid did things.

However, Kazuha Toyama's explanation surprised Conan: "When we were waiting at the entrance of the agency, we ran into Nukumizu's mother, and she opened the door so we could come in."

Xiaolan's face showed an incredulous expression, and she exclaimed in surprise, "You said you encountered..."

Conan: "Warm water..."

Warm Water: "Mom?"

Chapter 286 Mrs. Kudo also begins to vie for the right to use the warm water.

Because it was nighttime and the car was very quiet, the voices of Toyama and Kazuha from Xiaolan's phone reached everyone's ears.

Wen Shui's mother died in a car accident a few years ago, didn't she?

Everyone looked at the warm water with this question in mind.

Xiao Lan's eyes still held a hint of fear and apprehension: "A...a paranormal event?"

"How could this be a paranormal event?" Wen Shui couldn't help but facepalm. "Hey, Miss Yuanshan, isn't the person you're talking about the one with the bun hairstyle and wearing black-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses?"

Warm water subconsciously thought of Eri Kisaki.

Although she and Kogoro Mouri had been separated for ten years, Eri Kisaki would occasionally send Ran some homemade bread, pastries, Japanese food, and the like. Sometimes, when Kogoro Mouri was out investigating and Ran was busy with karate club matters, Ran would simply give Eri Kisaki a key.