Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"I was just browsing." Yukiko Kudo closed the booklet, her lip-biting gesture quite adorable. "That kid might not appreciate my efforts; he might even find fault with me."

Warm Water: "No, I think you're quite cute like this."

Wen Shui walked over and grabbed Mrs. Kudo's soft little hand. Although this was the bar corridor and Ran and the others couldn't see this side, this bold move still made Kudo Yukiko's heart jump.

Chapter 307 Turning Xiaolan into ice cream on the menu, and then indulging in a feast.

Faced with Wen Shui's bold and somewhat domineering actions, Kudo Yukiko froze like a statue.

Her captivating eyes were wide open, her delicate eyelashes were gilded with a thin layer of gold by the overhead light, her plump red lips, coated with lip balm, were slightly parted, and her exquisite white teeth reflected a dazzling light.

Seeing this, Wen Shui couldn't help but hold the soft little hand in her palm even tighter.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a public place, Wenshui would have just gone up and tasted Yukiko's lips like a dessert.

Several young female shop assistants dressed in maid outfits around the store showed expressions of surprise and envy upon seeing this scene.

"Wow, this is so sweet..."

“If my boyfriend were even half as good as this man, I would be willing to work three jobs to support him.”

The maids began to voice their opinions, their words reaching the ears of Numizu and Yukiko Kudo without any attempt at concealment. Unfortunately, Yukiko's mind was completely blank, and she didn't register these external cues.

Just then, another maid carrying coffee passed by and muttered curiously, "Strange, I thought this gentleman and that long-haired girl were a couple..."

This sentence was noticeably quieter than the maids' earlier discussion, but it still reached Yukiko Kudo's ears clearly.

She woke up with a start and slapped away the hand that was in the warm water.

Yukiko was about to scold Nuwa as usual, and take the opportunity to emphasize her status as an elder, but she found that if she said that, it would only make the maids around her more suspicious.

After all, she had personally said she wanted to surprise her boyfriend.

Yukiko had specifically adjusted her makeup for the purpose of investigating the case, so she didn't have to worry about being recognized as an idol by passersby. If she hadn't disguised her identity, it would have caused a sensation long ago, making it impossible to investigate the case.

Damn it, this kid's come at the worst possible time!

Yukiko was seething inside, but she had to stick to her previous persona and say, "You're overthinking it. I was just curious about the maids' daily work. I didn't mean to surprise you."

This perfectly standard arrogant line further solidified her identity as a "warm-up girlfriend".

This caused the surrounding maids to show expressions of swooning over the couple.

In order to prevent things from escalating, Yukiko Kudo thanked the girl who had helped her explain the daily work of a maid, and then took Onami to the back door of the maid café.

Smoking is prohibited in this cafe. Customers who wish to smoke usually go to the awning at the entrance.

But that would expose me to everyone's view, and I would feel uncomfortable being watched by everyone.

So when Kogoro Mouri was smoking and pondering the clues, he specifically asked the staff here if there was a quieter place, and was led to the back door.

Yukiko probably only learned about this place from Uncle Mori's mention of it, and that guests could also enter and exit through the back door.

Pushing open the somewhat weathered back door, a fresh and pleasant smell of rainwater wafted out.

Wen Shui looked around and found that it was a closed courtyard surrounded by iron fences. The large iron gate was locked with a rusty padlock. There were stacks of beer crates and several large plastic buckets containing seasonings in the yard.

Yukiko Kudo slammed the door shut behind her, hands on her hips, looking displeased.

"Why did you pull me over here?" Wen Shui asked knowingly.

Yukiko gritted her teeth and said, "What do you think? Who gave you the right to impersonate my boyfriend? What if you get caught?"

Yukiko Kudo was still covered in cold sweat. If her old classmate Kogoro Mouri had accidentally bumped into her just now, she probably would have jumped into a coffee cup and committed suicide.

Wen Shui blinked: "Huh, isn't it me? Do you have another boyfriend?"

"No, do you think I'm like you?" Yukiko retorted without thinking, then realized that was wrong and quickly explained, "No, no, you're not either. You're just Shinichi's classmate. Stop being so presumptuous."

Warm Water: "Hmph~"

"Hmph? What are you hmphing about?" Yukiko was even more furious when she saw that Wen Shui didn't seem to care at all.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "If you had added a 'humph' at the end, it would have been even more fitting."

Yukiko was furious: "Do you even realize how serious this is, you little bastard?"

"What are you afraid of? You disguised yourself, didn't you?" Wen Shui shrugged. "As for Uncle Mori finding out..."

His tone suddenly changed, and he gently pinched Mrs. Kudo's fair chin. "I think you enjoy the feeling of being discovered at any moment, don't you? It's exciting, isn't it?"

Yukiko Kudo immediately wanted to refute Wen Shui, but the words caught in her throat before she could speak.

It seems... that little rascal was right.

Just now, besides feeling uneasy and terrified, she did experience a strange sense of pleasure that she had only ever felt when she was with warm water.

Damn it, it seems I've accidentally fallen into this kid's trap.

Mrs. Kudo stood there awkwardly for a moment, then said with a stern face, "You're talking nonsense, I didn't, don't even dream about it!"

She immediately launched into a three-part denial that lacked any real persuasiveness.

Wen Shui didn't press the matter further and changed the subject: "By the way, why are you so interested in maid cafes? Are you planning to make a movie about that kind of thing?"

Yukiko: "Hmph, didn't I promise to cook for you? I knew my cooking skills wouldn't be as good as Ran's..."

Yukiko Kudo voiced her thoughts, then pouted and looked at Wen Shui with anticipation.

"But isn't this omelet rice too simple?" Wen Shui said with a displeased look.

"There will be other dishes too, but we'll just buy those from outside." Yukiko didn't seem to want to compete with Ran in cooking.

Wen Shui: "Would you wear a maid outfit?"

"No," Yukiko immediately refused. "And don't even think about me teaching you anything about master or anything like that. Don't even dream about it!"

Wen Shui looked regretful: "Okay, then we'll just have to make do with the cow costume from last time."

As she spoke, Wen Shui's gaze couldn't help but fall on Yukiko's full feminine features, and her mind automatically decoded the image, turning her clothes into a cow-print outfit.

Yukiko Kudo held her hands in front of her, her cheeks flushed with a charming blush. She was clearly recalling the time she lost a bet and was forced to wear a cowgirl outfit for Nuna.

Yukiko gritted her teeth and said, "I understand. I'll find a way to get a maid outfit."

Wen Shui's expression became even more regretful.

I was originally thinking I'd get to enjoy my classmate's mom, dressed in a cowgirl outfit, kneeling on the tatami mat to pour him drinks, but wait, he can't drink alcohol yet, though juice should be the same.

In comparison, maid outfits are much more conservative.

But thinking about it carefully, perhaps it is precisely because the maid outfit has more fabric that Mrs. Kudo's psychological acceptance will be much higher?

Wen Shui was thinking about how to give Mrs. Kudo a good beating so as not to disappoint her good intentions.

Is she dancing a dance on the dining table while wearing white stockings? Or is she pouring him a drink by holding the bottle between her breasts...?

Feeling that nothing appealed to her, Wen Shui was troubled.

Yukiko sensed something and took a step back, her slender back pressed against the rusty iron gate: "I feel like you're thinking about something dangerous."

"Yeah, I was wondering if that code was really related to the kidnappers," Wen Shui blurted out.

"Really?" Yukiko's beautiful eyes narrowed into slits.

"Of course it's true." Wen Shui changed the subject. "By the way, since we're here, why don't we try the dessert?"

"Is it tasty? Is it too high in calories?"

Besides having a girlish personality, Mrs. Kudo also has a sweet tooth; she loves sweets and was immediately tempted when she heard there would be dessert.

"Of course not, it has almost no calories, but it can make people feel happy," Wen Shui said with a smile.

Yukiko: "Okay, let's go back quickly then."

This was Yukiko Kudo's first time visiting a maid café, and she thought there might be some special maid café dishes available here.

Wen Shui shook her head: "This is a hidden menu item, so the way to order is a bit special. You should close your eyes first."

"Huh? Why do we have to close our eyes when ordering food?" Yukiko wasn't so stupid as to believe everything Wen Shui said, and immediately raised a question.

Warm water: "Because if you don't close your eyes, the taste will be more stimulating."

Before she could react, Wenshui swallowed her soft, sweet lips.

Yukiko's eyes widened, and she mumbled, "You bastard, are you crazy...?"

Unfortunately, the warm water's large hands were stronger than she had imagined, and her inner resistance was also much weaker than she had expected. After gently patting the warm water's shoulders a few times, Kudo Yukiko carefully began to savor this special dessert.

About a minute later.

Warm Water gently pushed Yukiko Kudo's shoulder away: "It feels like the atmosphere is different in different places. Let's try somewhere else next time."

"It stinks! I'm never eating it again!" Yukiko said, both embarrassed and angry.

However, her eyes, brimming with tears, revealed her true inner thoughts.

Wen Shui looked up at the sky. The rain had subsided considerably. She decided to hurry up and rescue Hattori Heiji. Considering the police would still have to investigate later, and then drive back to Beika Town, it would be a hassle until midnight before he would suffer the most.

"Alright, let's go back," Wen Shui said.

Yukiko took a deep breath. She felt like she had a lot to say but couldn't utter a single word. In the end, she could only manage a somewhat "obedient and compliant" response:

"okay."

As soon as the two opened the door, they saw a little boy in a blue suit standing there with a grim expression at the end of the corridor leading to the back door.

"Yukiko-nee, you don't smoke, so why are you here?" Conan immediately questioned.

Yukiko's eyes were filled with panic, her mind replaying the memory of being stirred by the warm water, and she didn't know how to explain it to her son.

Wen Shui stepped forward at just the right moment, blocking Mrs. Kudo from her predicament: "Of course, I want the code that Hattori sent. There are too many people in the restaurant, so it's hard to concentrate. There are quite a few cases here, and the air is better."

Yukiko glanced gratefully at Onami's retreating figure.

Before she could even think that all of this was caused by that little rascal Wen Shui, she immediately switched into the mode of a quirky and clever female idol.

At times like these, Yukiko couldn't help but feel grateful that she had chosen the path of an actress. If she had chosen to become an off-road rally driver, she would probably only have been able to drive off on the road to escape Conan's questioning.

Conan was a little suspicious: "You don't need two people, do you? You guys seem so sneaky, it's really suspicious."

Wen Shui walked over and patted Conan's head: "What are you thinking? My relationship with Yukiko is completely innocent. Besides, don't detectives usually have an assistant when they're thinking?"

For example, Watson, who works alongside Holmes, often provides unique perspectives, giving Holmes flashes of inspiration.

Conan rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "How can you compare to Sherlock Holmes? You're just a Watson at best."