Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Xiao Lan skipped back to her room, grabbed a band-aid, and tossed it to Wen Shui. When she came back, her voice sounded much normal, and Wen Shui guessed that she had probably accidentally stuck it to her throat.

The breakfast commotion subsided, and after feeling refreshed and comfortable, Wen Shui went back to her room for a nap.

He was only woken up by Conan when the sun came out.

When we arrived in the living room, everyone was already sitting at the low table. On the table were white porridge, rice, miso soup, and several side dishes, which looked very plentiful.

Kazuha Toyama, wearing an apron, was bringing over a plate of fried eggs: "Warm water, good morning."

"Good morning." Wen Shui yawned.

Kazuha Toyama joked, "I really envy you, being able to fall asleep whenever you want."

"There's nothing we can do about detectives," Wen Shui chuckled. "If you don't get enough sleep, your brain will become dull."

Kazuha Toyama: "Then it's all up to you today. Find that arsonist!"

"Leave it to me," Wen Shui said.

At this moment, Hattori Heiji couldn't help but slam his hand on the table: "Hey, Kazuha, why hasn't my fried egg arrived yet?"

"Coming, coming. What's with that tone? I'm not your servant," said Toyama Kazuha, placing the plate of fried eggs on the table.

Heiji Hattori was clearly a little jealous. Conan, on the other hand, gleefully poured natto into the rice and stirred it.

Wen Shui glanced around and, not seeing Xiao Lan, asked curiously, "Where's Xiao Lan? Did she go back to sleep?"

"Ran has gone to wash up," Conan said.

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaolan, wearing a tight-fitting sports jacket, walked over from the direction of the bathroom. She had tied her hair into a bun, probably for the convenience of washing her face, and at first glance, she looked a bit like a younger version of Eri Kisaki.

"Oh, you're awake. I thought you were going to sleep until noon." Xiaolan greeted Wenshui as if nothing had happened.

Wen Shui: "That won't do. We still need to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to ask later."

At this moment, Hattori Heiji put down the fried egg in his hand: "By the way, Inspector Megure just called me and said that we all need to go to the Metropolitan Police Department to discuss something important."

"Inspector Megure? Have you found the culprit?" Wen Shui asked.

Heiji Hattori: "I don't know. He seemed to be in a hurry when he spoke, so I didn't ask him any further. Anyway, we were planning to go to the Metropolitan Police Department anyway, so we'll talk about it when we get there."

Wen Shui nodded and walked to the low table to sit down.

Xiao Lan also knelt down beside her father, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat.

Kogoro Mouri: "Didn't you wash up this morning? Why did you take so long again?"

"Making breakfast is hard work, with so much oil and smoke, of course it needs to be washed," Xiaolan explained.

After Xiaolan finished speaking, she picked up her bowl and chopsticks and started eating the food guiltily. She had actually been brushing her teeth in the bathroom the whole time. She hadn't had an excuse to leave while preparing breakfast with Yuanshan and He Ye, and her throat felt sticky and uncomfortable.

With each breath, she could feel the strong hormonal scent emanating from Wen Shui. In addition, with Toyama Kazuha talking to her constantly, Ran's hands went weak several times while chopping vegetables.

Even though I've bombarded them with toothpaste and mouthwash many times.

The smell has been completely eliminated.

But when Xiaolan thought about this, she couldn't help but blush, and even her toes, which were covered in white socks, curled up into a ball.

That wretched lukewarm water dared to bully her like that; she absolutely couldn't let him get away with it this time.

"Ran-neechan, your face is so red." Conan looked at Ran with a puzzled expression.

Xiaolan was startled, and the chopsticks in her hand slipped and fell onto the table: "Huh? Really? Maybe I was washing my face too hard just now."

Why wash your face so vigorously? Honestly.

Kogoro Mouri also looked at Ran's unusual reaction with some confusion, but even if he put Uncle Mouri into "Sleeping Kogoro Mode", he still couldn't deduce that his daughter would do such a thing for warm water.

Xiaolan realized that everyone's attention was on her now, which was not good news, so she took the initiative to change the subject: "This carrot porridge is He Ye's specialty, it's delicious, you should try it."

"I've been eating this since I was a child, and I'm tired of it." Whether it was to assert his dominance or just a habit of bickering, Hattori Heiji started with a merciless retort.

Ran smiled and didn't say anything, serving a bowl each to her father and Conan.

Wen Shui was sitting far away from her, and Xiao Lan was still angry, so she ignored the guy.

Kazuha Toyama picked up a spoon and ladled a bowl of carrot and vegetable porridge into Onami's bowl: "Onami-kun, try this, it's delicious."

She was clearly sulking with her childhood sweetheart.

Xiaolan, whose attention had just shifted away from herself, suddenly turned into a beady-eyed mess. Wait a minute, something seems off.

Heiji Hattori's face darkened even more than before, while Conan beside him wore a gloating smile.

Wen Shui didn't want to get dragged into the mess for no reason. After finishing the porridge in her bowl, she picked up food for Xiao Lan several times, trying to convey the message that "I am Xiao Lan's loyal dog".

Xiaolan's expression didn't change much, but the smile on her lips was hard to hide.

Conan felt a little uncomfortable watching Wen Shui fawn over Ran while he was powerless to do anything about it.

Although that guy Wenshui would sometimes touch Ran inappropriately, he usually didn't act so affectionately when eating at the Mori's house; he just ate normally.

Recently, Wen Shui has suddenly started taking care of the child during mealtimes.

Today, Wen Shui didn't serve him any food even once, but instead fawned over Xiao Lan. Suspicious, very suspicious!

Conan picked up a slice of bread, placed a fried egg on it, and tried to salvage the situation: "Ran-neechan, try this."

"Thank you, Conan."

Ran was actually a little full, but she didn't want to waste Conan's kindness, so she put the bread slices on her own plate.

At that moment, Conan picked up the salad dressing bottle next to him and asked, "Ran-neechan, would you like some salad dressing?"

Xiaolan was about to nod when she suddenly remembered the sticky feeling from the coffee she drank that morning, and her face turned pale: "No, no!"

"Why are you shouting so loudly?" Kogoro Mouri asked, puzzled.

Xiaolan then realized that she had been too nervous: "Salad dressing is too high in calories, it will make you fat."

The explanation was reasonable, and no one thought much of it except for Conan and Wenshui, who were somewhat concerned about Ran's unusual behavior.

Conan is wondering why the salad dressing made Ran react so strongly.

Wen Shui looked at Xiao Lan with a doting expression. Sure enough, even if it wasn't her initiative, the girl who had been "nourished" was different from before.

Xiaolan looked up, met Wenshui's gaze, and gave a shy smile.

But in reality, she had already begun planning how to get revenge on Wen Shui.

She had deliberately acted nonchalantly just now to lower Wen Shui's guard; it was part of her plan.

They actually made her eat that kind of thing.

Hmph, I must get my revenge. At the very least, I need to make Wen Shui eat up her rain-soaked socks to even things out.

Chapter 320 Attacking Sato Miwako at the Metropolitan Police Department

After breakfast, Onami and the Mori family, along with the duo who had come all the way from Osaka, took a bus to the Metropolitan Police Department building.

The two cars that Hattori Heiji borrowed yesterday have been returned.

After all, it was borrowed from an old friend in the Metropolitan Police Department through the connections and influence of Goro Otaki and Heizo Hattori. The person in question also has a job, and he came to pick up the car last night.

After getting off the bus, I walked for about ten minutes and came to a magnificent, somewhat dated office building.

Wenshui had visited several times at night before. The Metropolitan Police Department building looked more magnificent during the day, with many police cars parked at the entrance. Among the people coming and going at the entrance, dejected prisoners made up more than half of them.

As soon as Wen Shui and his group arrived at the door, someone recognized them.

A young detective came over with a smile to greet them, and then led them to the conference room on the 8th floor.

After exchanging a few polite words, the detective, whose name was unknown, took his leave to attend to other matters, and Wen Shui and the others waited for a long time without anyone paying them any attention.

Hattori Heiji lifted a chair in the conference room and said with dissatisfaction, "The people from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department are really rude. What do they mean by leaving us here?"

"Heiji, just wait patiently, what if they have work to do?" Kazuha Toyama advised.

“We don’t have much time left. What if that arsonist strikes again? Won’t someone else be in danger?” Hattori Heiji looked at the “friendly camp” speechlessly, noticing that these people didn’t seem to be in a hurry.

Ran and Kazuha Toyama are one thing, but if you put them in Sherlock Holmes's world, they'd be landlady roles at most, helping people with inspiration and preparing dinner.

But the others are all well-known detectives.

Uncle Mori started smoking as soon as he came in, sitting there reminiscing about his past as a detective. He also told Ran about his first meeting in the large conference room, where he forgot to silence his phone, and Eri Kisaki called him, resulting in him being severely reprimanded by his boss.

After entering the conference room, Conan went to a corner and started fiddling with his phone.

Heiji Hattori initially thought that Kudo was gathering clues online, but when he went over to check, he found that Conan was actually chatting with those kids from the Junior Detective League in a chat group.

No, it can't be entirely considered casual conversation. Conan was actually apologizing for not being able to go to school to help clean the pool while he was investigating a case. And judging from their conversation, the reason the Junior Detective League was punished seems to be because Conan and his friends broke a glass while playing soccer.

Hattori Heiji looked at Kudo, who was sweating profusely as he explained.

Is this the distress that comes with shrinking body size?

Heiji Hattori suddenly felt as if his teammates had instantly become the "Detective Boys".

No, there's also warm water.

Heiji Hattori looked at Awami, who was standing by the window, deep in thought. He felt a little relieved. If Conan and Kogoro Mouri were all so unserious, he wouldn't feel any sense of accomplishment even if he found the culprit first.

Having already lost once due to being kidnapped, Hattori Heiji is determined to get his revenge this time.

Hattori Heiji walked to the window next to the warm water and opened the glass. Because it was on the eighth floor, the wind rushed in immediately.

Standing beside the warm water, Xiao Lan's long, fine, soft hair was blown by the wind and floated in the air, passing in front of the warm water.

"It smells so good, Xiaolan. Did you change your shampoo again?" Wen Shui grabbed Xiaolan's hair and smelled it.

"Don't pull my hair!" Xiaolan was startled and jumped away in a panic.

Uncle Mori's eyes sharpened instantly.

Conan was apologizing to his friends in the distance, but when he heard Ran's exclamation, he looked up and saw a green flame burning in his eyes.

"Hey, were you thinking about the case just now? Do you have any new ideas?" Hattori Heiji tried to pull Wenshui's thoughts away from the woman.

Wen Shui blinked and said a little embarrassedly, "Uh...actually, I was really looking at the izakayas there. I remember about half a year ago, Xiao Lan and I were arrested by the police. On the way back, Xiao Lan specially bought me a tempura bento box. Suddenly, I felt like eating some."

Xiaolan's face turned even redder. She hadn't expected Wen Shui to still remember what happened after they first met at the Dorobiga amusement park.

Hattori Heiji was completely dumbfounded.

Damn, this guy seems even more unreliable. Can't I get a more evenly matched opponent?