Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"What?! Sato Miwako has become someone who's passionate about food too? Give me back my Sato-senpai!" Wen Shui couldn't help but think to herself.

He looked up and around, and found a small box of cookies on Miwako's desk, which was already eaten. There was no other food besides that.

When criminal police officers are on night shift, they usually go to a nearby ramen shop or similar place in groups to have a late-night snack to satisfy their hunger.

Could it be that this woman was so sleepy last night that she ate a bag of cookies instead of going out to eat with everyone, which is why she dreamed of steaming hot ramen?

Wen Shui was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

However, after learning about Sato Miwako's nightmare—that he had stolen the beef from her ramen—he abandoned the idea of ​​going out to knock on the door again. Instead, he walked up to Sato Miwako and gently pinched her small, cute nose.

After her breathing was stopped, Sato Miwako did not wake up immediately.

She gently shifted her chin, her delicate lips parted slightly, and she began to breathe through her mouth.

Looking at those moist, delicate cherry lips, Wen Shui suddenly felt an urge to lower her head and kiss them.

But he held back. The person in front of him was not a small, helpless figure like Ai Haibara. As a deputy inspector, Miwako Sato was able to handle several strong men who had received combat training, even when she was unarmed.

It hurt quite a bit when she threw me over her shoulder.

While Wen Shui was still in a daze, Sato Miwako seemed to also feel the discomfort after her breathing was obstructed. She adjusted her position slightly and turned over.

When Sato Miwako went to sleep, she only took off her usual suit jacket, revealing a white shirt, a common item for office ladies.

With that turn, more of her fair skin was revealed at the neckline, and you could even see the delicate lace trim.

Wen Shui glanced outside somewhat guiltily. Why hadn't the woman woken up yet? If this continued, the situation seemed to be getting out of control.

If someone were to come and talk to Miwako Sato about work at this moment and see her condition, Numizu felt that she might be torn to pieces by the admirers of the Metropolitan Police Department's "flower".

After thinking for a moment, he decided to implement the plan again.

Go outside and knock on the door again, pretending you know nothing.

"Warm water, no... you can't put that kind of thing in your mouth." Sato Miwako muttered in her sleep again as Warm Water was leaving, this time even louder than before.

The lukewarm water was startled.

What kind of insolent and rabid words are these?

He glanced at Sato Miwako's flushed face and her delicate eyelashes trembling slightly, and after carefully examining them, he finally determined that she was really dreaming, and not trying to imply that he could put something inside her.

Wen Shui hesitated for a moment, then quietly opened the door and went out, before gently knocking twice.

"Bang!"

Miwako Sato fell straight off the chair, wincing in pain.

Wen Shui was speechless. "Don't be like that, Sato-senpai. The 'clumsy female boss' persona is outdated."

"Wait, wait a minute, let me tidy up before you come in." Miwako's panicked voice came from the office.

About a minute later, the door opened from the inside, and Sato Miwako looked at Onami standing in the doorway of her office, her mouth agape in surprise: "Eh? Onami, what brings you here?"

Wen Shui glanced at her glossy lips and delicate pearly teeth, and suddenly became curious about what strange thing she had put in Sato-senpai's dream.

"I'm here to assist Old Man Fire in investigating the recent series of arsonists," Wen Shui said seriously.

"Fire Daddy?" Miwako rubbed her temples. "How do you know Inspector Yumikaze's nickname? Did Inspector Megure tell you?"

Wen Shui: "No, it's Uncle Mori. Didn't he work under Officer Gong Chang before?"

Miwako smiled helplessly: "I knew it. Alright, come on in."

Wen Shui walked back into Sato Miwako's office, and Sato Miwako pulled over a chair for Wen Shui to sit down.

There were only two chairs in the office. Wen Shui stared at the armrest, lost in thought, wondering if it was the armrest that Sato Miwako's fragrant bare feet had stepped on earlier.

Miwako: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the chair?"

"Ah, no, I just remembered that I seemed to have sat in this same chair when I came here last time," Wen Shui explained.

Sato Miwako frowned slightly: "How strange. Why are you saying such weird things again? Why aren't you cooperating with Officer Yumio? What are you doing here?"

"I missed you." Wen Shui bluntly stated, "And since I'm here, you'd definitely be angry if I didn't come."

"I'm not as petty as you think." Sato Miwako completely ignored Wen Shui's statement about missing her, as if she tacitly agreed that Wen Shui could have such fantasies.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "When I came over just now, I saw you sleeping so soundly that you were drooling."

"Huh?" Miwako was startled and quickly wiped her mouth with her hand.

Wen Shui: "Just kidding. Actually, the room was too dark. I couldn't see anything through the window."

Sato Miwako breathed a sigh of relief, then lifted her leg and gently kicked his shinbone: "Sit here for a bit, I'm going to the restroom."

With that, she picked up her small bag and went out the door.

About five minutes later, Sato Miwako returned, carrying two cups of tea, and surprisingly, she had light makeup on.

"We don't have any good tea here, but please make do with this." Miwako placed the teacup in front of the warm water.

She picked up the warm water and took a sip: "It's okay, I can't taste the difference anyway, but why did you touch up your makeup?"

Miwako blushed: "Don't get me wrong, I touch up my makeup every morning to better prepare for the new day's work."

"But isn't it your day off, the day after your shift?" Wen Shui blinked.

Miwako immediately became angry: "Y-there are times when they can't handle all the cases and ask me to come and help them out."

Looking at the older sister's panicked expression, Wen Shui couldn't help but tease her, "Actually, I think you look pretty even without makeup. You remind me of the sea salt ice cream outside the school."

Miwako Sato: "What a terrible analogy."

"Oh, you don't like it? That's a super popular dessert that brings hope on a hot summer day," Wen Shui said.

Miwako: "It's alright, I don't really understand what you young people are thinking."

The two then chatted casually. Wenshui briefly explained the fire that had occurred the previous night, and Sato Miwako offered some advice.

Wen Shui noticed that Sato Miwako's neck was a little stiff when she spoke, and then remembered her terrifying sleeping posture from earlier, so he offered to massage her shoulders.

Sato Miwako had no idea that Wenshui had already come in once before.

When Wen Shui offered to massage her shoulders, she was quite happy. But she didn't expect that Wen Shui, who was initially quite obedient, would later put his hand into her hair and start kneading her earlobe.

They even claimed that this would better help people who stay up late relax their bodies.

Sato Miwako naturally didn't believe it at all, but it did feel a bit good to have her earlobes rubbed by warm water. She couldn't resist and let the warm water do whatever it wanted.

Unfortunately, her good fortune didn't last long. Daigo, who had just joined the company, came to deliver some materials, which startled Sato Miwako so much that she jumped up from her stool and almost fell over.

Daigo-kun clearly saw how Wenshui pulled Miwako into his arms.

"Just give me the information, Daigo, you can go ahead and get busy." Sato Miwako suppressed her embarrassment and shooed Daigo away.

Then she turned around and glared at Wen Shui: "Why are you hugging me? What if people misunderstand?"

Wen Shui: "I can't just watch you fall, it hurts a lot."

Sato Miwako knew it wasn't Wen Shui's fault, but she still needed an outlet for her embarrassment: "Alright, you should go out too. It wouldn't be good if people misunderstood us doing something secretly here."

Wen Shui looked around: "What can I do here?"

Miwako glared at him angrily: "You little brat, what are you pretending to be stupid with me for? I don't believe you didn't secretly kiss Ran or anything."

Wen Shui thought to herself, "You underestimate me. This morning, Xiao Lan even drank fine coffee. Kissing is a thing of the past."

But Wen Shui said, "Kissing? What's that? Like what Sato-senpai did to me in the hospital room before?"

When Miwako was reminded of the past, she immediately panicked.

However, Wen Shui's nonchalant conversation about the topic further convinced Miwako that Wen Shui had probably kissed Ran long ago.

Damn it, are young girls really that attractive?

Thinking of this, Miwako felt a pang of jealousy.

Then she grabbed Wen Shui's collar: "Oh? You really haven't kissed Xiao Lan? If I find out, the consequences will be very serious."

Wen Shui raised an eyebrow, feeling the pressure emanating from those lips so close to his, and the sweet breath entering his nostrils. A sense of anticipation welled up within him.

"So, how do you plan to conduct the examination, Sato-senpai?"

Chapter 322 Xiaolan's journey to catch her husband cheating is as unsuccessful as ever.

In the Metropolitan Police Department's conference room, Kogoro Mouri and others sat in chairs looking at photos on the screen. The ashtray on the table was piled high with cigarette butts, but because the window was open, it wouldn't bother the other non-smokers.

When a detective encounters a difficult puzzle, it's hard to get his brain working without some external help.

Just like Sherlock Holmes's hobby in the novels, Kogoro Mouri's habit is to use cigarettes to keep his brain active.

Conan and Heiji Hattori are probably still young, and their abilities are already quite outstanding, so they haven't developed this little habit yet.

Even so, Heiji Hattori has a habit of turning his hat around when solving cases.

Conan, on the other hand, was fine. He had already noticed that Wen Shui had disappeared somewhere, and considering that this was the Metropolitan Police Department, he figured she had probably gone to find Officer Sato.

Conan is actually confused about the relationship between Miwako Sato and Nukumizu.

Although they were supposed to be partners, the occasional glances they exchanged seemed rather ambiguous. However, as for whether they were truly in love, Wen Shui had said in front of everyone more than once that he was dating Xiao Lan.

Doesn't Miwako Sato get jealous?

Conan, who has zero experience in romance, really couldn't come up with a solution to this problem; otherwise, he wouldn't have maintained a childhood friend relationship with Ran for so many years.

At that moment, Officer Yumigata's phone rang. He picked it up, said a few words, and then said to everyone, "Ryoko Morozumi's older sister, Noriko Gondo, has arrived. Yesterday, due to time constraints, we only took a brief statement."

However, as the investigation deepened, we discovered that Kondo Noriko and the deceased had close financial dealings.

So I used that as an excuse to call her in for questioning. If I don't find a breakthrough after I've finished questioning her, we'll go to the crime scene together.

As he spoke, he stood up and started to walk out.

Hattori Heiji also stood up: "Uncle, let's go with you."

Officer Gong hesitated for a moment, seemingly feeling that it was inappropriate to bring a group of detectives to meet the criminal, as it would damage the reputation of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Even though the Metropolitan Police Department has little face left to lose, everyone still has some sense of shame. This happened inside the Metropolitan Police Department building, and if it gets out, it will probably cause quite a stir.

Kogoro Mouri also stood up: "Mr. Yumichō, I don't think now is the time to consider the Metropolitan Police Department's reputation and rules. If that murderer isn't caught, someone else might be burned to death tonight."

Officer Gong Chang pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, but you can't show yourselves. Just stay on the sidelines and listen to our interrogation."

“No problem, I promise I won’t say anything out of line,” Hattori Heiji said.