Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

After rinsing my body with warm water, I soaked in the bathtub, enjoying the bubbles that smelled of unknown fruits and the slightly hot water.

Soon, a wave of drowsiness swept over me.

He solved two kidnapping cases today. Just riding around in the car was tiring enough, not to mention having to use his brain to think about how to say things so as not to arouse suspicion.

I didn't feel anything when I was taking a shower at home just now because I was looking forward to a secret rendezvous with Xiaolan.

With Uncle Mori being such an uncertain factor, it's hard to say whether we'll even get to eat meat tonight. A wave of fatigue washed over me.

Wen Shui didn't know how long she had slept; it might have been only a few minutes, or it might have been more than ten minutes.

Suddenly, he vaguely felt a pair of small hands gripping his shoulders.

Wen Shui jolted awake from her sleep, and looking down, she saw a pair of fair and soft little hands.

"Honestly, didn't I tell you not to sleep in the bathtub? Why do you do things that make people worry, just like Dad?" Xiaolan's complaining voice rang out from behind.

The bathtub in the Mori family's house has some distance between the two ends and the wall, giving Ran space to help massage her shoulders with warm water from behind.

"I was so tired that I fell asleep without realizing it." Wen Shui smiled and prepared to struggle to stand up.

"Don't, don't come out!" Xiaolan said, her voice trembling with fear.

Even though Xiaolan had seen Wen Shui spew profanities several times before, and with the foam on the surface of the bathtub obscuring her view, she wasn't initially that nervous.

But it's different if you stand up from the bathtub in warm water.

The fact that Ran was in the bathroom with only the two of them, having sneaked in without telling her father Kogoro Mouri, would instinctively make her feel a little embarrassed.

To prevent Wen Shui from moving around, Xiao Lan restrained him from behind, as if she were choking a prisoner, using her arms to hold him still.

Wen Shui was startled and couldn't help but exclaim, "A bathtub murder?"

"No way! You better behave yourself!" Xiaolan couldn't help but tighten her grip on his arm.

"But I came all this way for something dishonest."

To make breathing easier, Wen Shui had to tilt his neck back, which meant that the back of his head rested on a soft marshmallow.

A sweet, milky aroma filled the small space in front of me.

The warm water stopped struggling and closed its eyes to enjoy a moment of peace and tranquility.

Xiao Lan suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You sure know how to enjoy yourself. You're using me as a pillow, aren't you?"

"Mmm, Lan-chan is the most comfortable," Wen Shui said.

Xiao Lan frowned slightly, as if she had thought of something: "Wait a minute, have you slept with someone else's bed?"

Wen Shui was startled. Oh no, he almost blurted out the truth because he was too comfortable. He quickly explained, "How could that be? I only like Xiao Lan."

After saying that, to prevent Ran's sixth sense from flaring up, Wen Shui deliberately turned her face to the side and pressed her cheek against Mei Jiang's.

After Xiaolan's thoughts were disrupted by the warm water, her body went limp, and she lost all interest in thinking about these random things.

After lingering there for a while, and with the warm water leaving faint teeth marks on Mei Jiang's face, Xiao Lan finally couldn't resist and picked up the towel next to her, saying, "Okay, okay, let me help you scrub your back."

Hearing this, Wen Shui felt even more excited.

If massaging shoulders is already this daring, then scrubbing backs would be outrageous!

Wrap a bath towel around yourself in warm water, then sit on the small stool in the bathroom.

Xiaolan buttoned up her pajamas, went around behind the warm water, and looked at the broad, reassuring arms in front of her. Her heart couldn't help but beat faster.

Soon, the unique sensation of the hot towel came from the warm water on my back. Xiaolan's movements were gentle, but actually quite firm, feeling even better than the techniques of professional bathhouse masseuses.

But this isn't right.

Staying up late at night to enjoy warm water isn't for this kind of experience.

"Speaking of which..." Wen Shui couldn't help but ask, "Could this be tonight's midnight snack?"

Xiaolan said irritably, "Hmph, you're always thinking bad things."

"How can this be called having bad intentions? In my heart, Ran-chan is as pure and flawless as an angel," Wen Shui argued.

Okay, I understand.

Xiaolan sighed and then took the towel from her back after applying warm water.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Shui felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, as her vision was obscured by a hot towel.

Before he could even ask anything, he felt two lumps press against his back. It was definitely not the feel of a towel or soap, nor did it resemble Xiaolan's fair and soft little hands.

If I'm not mistaken...

Before Wen Shui could even finish imagining what was happening in the bathroom, Mei Jiang and Mei Ying Jiang started working diligently.

Xiaolan's skin was smoother and softer than she had imagined after applying the shower gel.

The light blue shower gel quickly produced a rich lather, forming an irregular circle behind the warm water, much like the burn marks left by drift cars on the track.

Even though Wen Shui couldn't see anything in complete darkness, she still couldn't help but let out a joyful sound.

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While Gin and Vodka were enjoying a back rub from their girlfriends in warm water, Gin and Vodka were still outside in the cold wind.

The entrance to a car repair shop in Beika Town.

Gin stood outside smoking alone. At this hour, most repair shops would have already closed, but this was a base of the Black Organization. The repairman was a young man with a similar background to Wen Shui and Shu. Because the Black Organization had something on him, he was forced to work for the organization.

Repairing the bullet hole in the Porsche is a bit of a hassle and could take several days, so Gin is in a very bad mood right now.

At that moment, Vodka pulled open the roller shutter door and came out of the repair shop: "Brother, that kid said it would take about two days to fix it."

Gin nodded. It actually took a little longer than he had expected. "Got it. Let's take another car first. Tell that kid we're off."

Vodka turned and went back to the repair shop, while Gin took the car keys and went to the parking lot behind the repair shop.

Most of the cars here are recycled scrap cars. If there aren't enough parts when repairing a car, they'll just take them from here. But there's always an inconspicuous old sedan tucked away in the corner.

When Gin drove the car out, Vodka was already standing on the side of the street.

Vodka looked at his older brother with a questioning look, as if to ask if he should switch driving, but Gin shook his head, so Vodka got into the passenger seat.

The old, black sedan slowly drove away from the repair shop.

Gin didn't go straight back to the hotel where the two were staying, not because he was afraid that the group they had dealt with and then fought with would come looking for him, because he had already killed them all.

It's just that there's a video conference with the Black Organization tonight, and I was delayed by fixing the car, so I might not have enough time to get back to the hotel.

Fortunately, the area is in a remote location, and no one would notice anything unusual about a car parked on the side of the road in the middle of the night.

Gin parked the car, then took out his laptop and placed it on the dashboard.

After logging into an all-English shopping website, Gin clicked the mouse a few times, and a screen appeared asking for his username and password. After skillfully entering the password, the website address on the screen instantly changed to a minimalist interface.

Of course, not all members participate in this video conference. After all, the identities of some Black Organization members are kept secret from each other. This time, only Vermouth, Gin, Vodka, and Bourbon participated.

However, what puzzled everyone was that Bourbon's account was offline for half a day.

So the video conference, which was originally scheduled to start at midnight, was delayed until around 1 a.m.

Just when everyone was getting impatient, Bourbon's avatar finally lit up.

Vodka had prepared a whole host of sarcastic remarks, but after seeing Bourbon's disheveled appearance in the video, all his prepared words got stuck in his throat.

Vermouth narrowed her eyes and said in a somewhat languid voice, "Bourbon, don't tell me you just went to the fire scene to do a heroic deed."

Amuro Tooru sneered: "Don't make sarcastic remarks now. I almost got burned to death in the shop where I worked."

"What? You're saying someone attacked you? Does someone know your true identity?"

Vodka couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. In his opinion, although Bourbon was annoying, his professional skills were top-notch.

After all, he had grown from a newcomer to a member of the Black Organization with a famous name in just a few years.

Even Amuro himself doesn't know how much effort the Metropolitan Police Department and the organization behind him put into this, but the result is that he is still recognized by his comrades in the Black Organization in terms of carrying out missions.

Such a powerful person almost got burned to death, so the other party was obviously not simple either.

Amuro Tooru tucked his burnt bangs behind his head: "It's still unclear whether they're targeting the organization, but I'll find a way to investigate."

Gin said in a deep voice, "Then you shouldn't participate in this mission."

Besides sharing information, Gin and his team mainly met this time to discuss a mission assigned by the boss.

Amuro Tooru's expression was grim. He didn't want to miss this opportunity to gather intelligence: "It's unlikely. If they were after the organization, they wouldn't have chosen to kill me outright. Capturing me would have been more important."

“We can’t take that risk, Bourbon. For now, you should stop contacting any members of the organization until you’re sure they won’t threaten the organization’s secrets.”

Amuro Tooru was filled with rage.

This mission was very important to him; he might be able to obtain more evidence of the Black Organization's crimes through this opportunity. However, he was excluded because of a despicable arsonist.

Amuro Tooru decides to have Kazami Yuya increase the manpower, find that bastard hiding in the shadows, and then teach him a lesson!

The scheduled video conference had to be postponed due to Bourbon's incident. We'll discuss it again after Gin contacts the other organization members.

After hanging up the video conference, Amuro Tooru, sitting in the backup safe house, hesitated whether to take a shower or cook some late-night snacks to calm his nerves, when Vermouth called.

Amuro Tooru: "You didn't call just to mock me, did you?"

“How could that be? We’re the closest of partners.” Vermouth’s voice was as languid as ever.

Amuro Tooru: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, I'm in a bad mood right now."

“Actually, it’s nothing much. I know you really want to participate in this operation, but Gin won’t agree to let you join until we find the arsonist.” Vermouth paused. “So I’d like to recommend someone to you; he might be able to help you find the culprit.”

"You mean warm water and trees?" Amuro Tooru instantly guessed Vermouth's thoughts.

Vermouth smiled and said, "You guessed right. But Wen Shui has been helping me gather intelligence lately. If you want him to spare some time to help, it might cost you a little money."

Amuro's face darkened; he knew Vermouth was trying to extort some information or funds from him.

However, if warm water can really help him solve this problem, spending a little money is not something he can't afford.

Anyway, it's all money from the Black Organization.

Chapter 311 Kissing on a Ferris Wheel Will Cause a Shura Field

The next morning, Wen Shui was pulled out of bed by Xiao Lan before she was even fully awake.

Wen Shui clung to the pillow, trying to trick Xiao Lan into helping him clean up the white waste that had accumulated all night, just like he had done yesterday.