Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Heiji Hattori then shared his idea: to ask the famous detective Kogoro Mouri and Kazuki Nukumizu for help in deciphering the code.

Moreover, all it takes is a phone call; there's no need to meet in person or discuss his current situation, so it doesn't seem to pose much risk to the kidnappers.

Misari Ito stared at Heiji Hattori, who was tied up in a ball. She naturally knew the name Kogoro Mouri, but she hadn't heard of Kazuki Nukumizu.

Although this kid's suggestion is a bit bold, it's not good to keep dragging it on like this.

Right now, the other side is just a detective who has become suspicious of Nanakawa and this kid's disappearance. If the Metropolitan Police Department gets involved, even if they get the items, they won't be able to dispose of the two people's bodies.

We must get our hands on the items before the police find out about this.

Then they quietly buried the two people in the ground.

A middle-aged detective named Kusukawa, who is addicted to gambling and often disappears, plus a young man from Osaka who runs away from home after a fight with his girlfriend—even if they disappeared, it wouldn't attract much attention, right?

This is Tokyo, and more people die in Beika Town every day, in all sorts of different ways.

Misari Ito pushed up her black-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, just like Eri Kisaki's, revealing a resolute expression.

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After being surrounded by the girls, Wen Shui was quickly led to a seat.

Perhaps because of the rain and the lack of customers, the maids dressed in maid outfits, their slender legs encased in white stockings, all gathered around, their faces beaming with sweet smiles.

At first, Wen Shui was a little embarrassed, but when he saw that Kogoro Mouri also looked uncomfortable, he suddenly felt relieved.

Yes, even a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters like Uncle Mori would feel a bit restrained in this kind of setting.

Of course, it's also possible that maids aren't Mori-san's type. If it were a Kabukicho hostess instead, Mori-san might have already pounced on her.

Kogoro Mouri coughed and said, "Um... you don't need to be so enthusiastic. We just wanted to come in to take shelter from the rain and grab something to eat. Just treat us like regular customers."

"I see. Well then, we won't trouble you any further. Here's the menu." A maid who looked like the head waitress handed over the menu.

The other maids bowed slightly and then returned to their workstations.

Since it's a maid cafe, the names of the dishes on the menu naturally fit the theme of the restaurant.

There are all sorts of dishes, like "Heart-shaped Omelet Rice," "Cat Paw Cookies," "Girl's Cheese Rice," and "Fairy Potato Wedges," making it hard to choose just one.

In the end, everyone unanimously ordered the most common heart-shaped omelet rice with fried chicken, and a few side dishes that didn't look too strange.

When the maid with pigtails brought out the omelet rice and placed it in front of Wen Shui, the maid blushed slightly and looked into Wen Shui's eyes: "Master, should I cast a spell on the omelet rice?"

Before Wen Shui could speak, Xiao Lan snatched the bottle of ketchup: "Thank you, we can do this ourselves."

The twin-tailed maid left, somewhat disappointed.

Xiaolan held up the bottle of ketchup, glanced at the warm water, pouted, and said, "What's wrong? You seem a little disappointed."

"How could that be? I have no interest in such things," Wen Shui quickly stated. "But if it's Ran-chan, I'd like to experience being taken care of by a maid."

"Dream on, I would never call you master."

Xiaolan immediately saw through Wenshui's scheme, and then squeezed the initials of her own name onto Wenshui's omelet rice using a bottle of ketchup.

If a maid shop employee were to write it, it would probably be something like, "Brother, I love you so much."

"Alright, this can be considered a kind of love-filled bento box, right? Wen Shui-kun, you should know how to be grateful," Xiao Lan teased.

Wen Shui scooped up a piece of rice and egg crepe with a spoon, put it in her mouth and chewed a few times: "Delicious! As expected of Lan-chan's magic, it's amazing!"

Xiaolan's smile deepened.

Kazuha Toyama couldn't help but interject, "I'm telling you two, even if you're just showing off your love, at least take care of the people around you. I feel like my life is such a failure."

Ran stuck out her tongue a little shyly: "Then let's have Kazuha-chan try it too."

Kazuha Toyama was taken aback: "Huh? Me? You want me to cast a spell on Nukumizu-kun's omelet rice?"

"That's not what I meant." Ran took Kazuha's plate from her. "Let me give Kazuha-chan some love magic too."

As she spoke, Xiaolan drew a heart on Yuanshan Kazuha's omelet rice and wrote a different message than Wenshui's.

Kazuha Toyama picked up a spoon, took a bite, and sighed, "It just tastes like ordinary omelet rice. It seems Ran's magic only works on people she likes."

"N-No, that's not true. Kazuha-chan is someone I like too." Ran's face turned red immediately.

Sitting next to her, Yukiko Kudo watched the young people interact with longing, but due to her status, she could only stare helplessly, unable to participate.

However, Yukiko suddenly remembered the thank-you dinner she had promised Onami, and decided to treat him to omelet rice instead.

Although it's just a simple omelet rice, paired with the heart-shaped ketchup she squeezed out herself, it's absolutely the most delicious thing in the world.

Of course, the owner must never shout.

I absolutely will not shout!

Yukiko Kudo made up her mind.

At that moment, Conan also placed the plate in front of Ran: "Ran-neechan, I want magic too."

Conan doesn't actually believe in this stuff, but he wants to have everything that Wen Shui has, otherwise he feels like he's inferior to Wen Shui.

Ran reluctantly took the ketchup bottle and tried to use it to make Conan's omelet rice. This time, Ran was extra careful and took even longer than she had with the warm water.

Conan, overjoyed, took a look and discovered that Ran had drawn a Genta emoji on his omelet rice.

You know what, they do look quite alike.

Wen Shui was astonished: "You have this talent?"

"It was just a quick sketch; almost all the girls in the class can draw like that." Xiaolan picked up her spoon, seemingly not finding it difficult to draw lines of this caliber.

Wen Shui thought about it and felt that it made no problem.

This is a major comic book country, and most people dreamed of becoming a comic book artist when they were young. It is estimated that, apart from murderers, comic book artists are one of the most numerous professions.

Conan reluctantly ate the omelet rice with the Kojima Genta pattern.

Then everyone quickly steered the conversation to the coded message sent by Hattori Heiji.

The code consists of 49 Arabic numerals and English letters, arranged illogically, making it somewhat puzzling.

After finishing his omelet rice, Wen Shui asked the maid for a piece of paper and a pen, then wrote down numbers on the paper, looking for patterns among them.

Conan is doing the same thing, only the famous detective Kogoro Mouri is simply using his brain to think.

Conan drew for a long time but couldn't find any pattern, so he said to Kogoro Mouri, "Uncle Mouri, I think since it was Mr. Kusukawa who came up with the code, it might be related to his personal habits. Could you ask your friend what kind of person Mr. Kusukawa is?"

Kogoro Mouri thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "I had already thought of that, but apart from knowing that he is a gambler, my friend doesn't know any other information."

"I see." Conan looked disappointed.

Wen Shui patted Conan's head: "Don't be discouraged. I think the key to solving this code is definitely related to Mr. Nan Chuan's hobby."

Conan looked up at Wen Shui with a complicated expression, never expecting to be encouraged by this guy.

Damn it, I have to beat Wen Shui this time.

Deciphering codes is one of Conan's best deductive skills. Wen Shui, on the other hand, is a self-taught detective, and even with his talent in the field of code deciphering, he has an insurmountable flaw.

Therefore, Conan is very confident.

Unfortunately, this confidence didn't last long before it was shattered into pieces by lukewarm water.

Wen Shui twirled her pen in her hand, pondering as she said, "It should be playing cards. Mr. Nanchuan likes gambling. If we replace the JQK in the playing cards with the numbers 11, 12, and 13, it seems like everything makes sense..."

Wen Shui recited all the coded messages about the case that he remembered from the original Conan manga, but he didn't remember them all because the case was actually quite brain-teasing.

When I first watched it, I was focused on the love scenes between Hattori Heiji and Toyama Kazuha, but in the end, he didn't succeed in confessing.

However, it seems unlikely that a confession will occur in this world, because his appearance meant that Kazuha Toyama was not kidnapped with Heiji Hattori at all. If you want to see a romantic comedy, you'll probably have to wait for the next case.

Upon hearing that Nuku had deciphered the code, Kogoro Mori excitedly slammed his hand on the table: "Really? What's the result? What does this code actually mean?"

Wen Shui scratched his head somewhat awkwardly:

"Well... playing cards might just be one of the codes. Just guessing that might not be enough to crack the code."

Kogoro Mouri: "Seriously, why are you getting so worked up if you haven't even cracked it yet?"

Xiaolan couldn't help but say, "Dad, it's already amazing that Wenshui could think of replacing the numbers on the playing cards. If it were really that simple, Hattori wouldn't have called us for help."

Ran's act of speaking up for Wen Shui was another blow to Conan's heart.

Conan subconsciously looked at his mother, seeking some comfort, only to find that Yukiko Kudo was resting her chin on her hand, looking at the contents of the paper in front of her with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

Conan felt as if he could hear his own heart breaking.

Kazuha Toyama: "Ran is right. Heiji has been interested in all kinds of codes since he was a child. When he was still in elementary school, he helped Uncle Heizo solve a case involving the hiding of stolen money related to codes."

"That's it, this is such a difficult puzzle, even if we all think about it together, we probably won't be able to figure out the answer in a short time."

Xiaolan's face showed a look of despair.

"Don't be discouraged," Wen Shui said. "It's really a matter of luck. Maybe you'll remember soon. I'm going to the bathroom to wash my face and clear my head."

With that, Wen Shui got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Conan hesitated for a moment, then followed. Conan felt that Wen Shui might have thought of some clue and was about to verify it.

After that, everyone stayed in the restaurant for more than an hour, and even after getting their drinks refilled twice, they still couldn't figure out the outcome of the case.

Wen Shui was actually trying very hard to think about it, but he hadn't focused on the case when he read the original novel, so his impression wasn't very clear.

This case is different from the previous ones. Heiji Hattori did not show any signs of being kidnapped. It would be too strange for him to directly lead people to arrest the culprit, and Conan and Heiji Hattori would become suspicious.

Nukumizu already has a connection to the Black Organization and doesn't want Conan and Heiji Hattori to notice her because of this.

So Wen Shui went to the window and sat there alone, deep in thought.

The good news is that the clues in his mind helped a lot, and he finally figured out the connection between the code and the badge on Misari Ito's chest before Conan could.

Just as Wen Shui was about to return to their seats, she suddenly heard Kudo Yukiko chatting with the staff of the maid café. Wen Shui glanced over and saw that Kudo Yukiko was holding a "Maid Café Employee Handbook" and flipping through its contents.

"Huh? Do you have to say something so embarrassing?" Yukiko's voice sounded somewhat surprised.

The female shop assistant smiled and said, "For us, the customers who come to our store are everything, so we don't feel any pressure to give them praise."

Yukiko Kudo: "Huh? Do I have to dance in front of my master?"

"We only do this for customers who have this need," the female shop assistant explained, then suddenly asked, "Miss, are you trying to learn how to surprise your boyfriend when you get home?"

"I guess so," Yukiko Kudo said, her cheeks flushing.

Female shop assistant: "I really envy your boyfriend. He found such a considerate person as his girlfriend, and he even came here to learn about maid skills."