Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Chapter 3 When you gaze at the cat stealing fish, the cat is also gazing at you.

"The first incident of the slit-mouthed woman attacking a passerby occurred a few months ago, and since then, there have been cases of passersby being attacked almost every month."

Perhaps because she was sitting in the police station, with officers carrying documents passing by from time to time, even Ran Mouri, who was terrified of the supernatural, became a little bolder.

Warm Water: "Are all the victims high school girls?"

"Yes."

Ran Mouri nodded and continued, "And each time, the attacks occurred on quiet streets late at night. The killer, like the Kuchisake-onna (Slit-Mouthed Woman) from ghost stories, was a tall woman."

She would use sharp scissors to cut open the corners of the victim's mouth. However, it's said that so far, no victims have been murdered.

Wen Shui frowned slightly.

This kind of supernatural story opening seems a bit out of place in the world of Detective Conan.

"Could there really be some mysterious power in this world?" Wen Shui thought to herself, and then blurted it out.

"I... I don't think so?" Ran Mouri thought for a moment, then said seriously, "It's almost the 21st century now, Wen Shui, we should believe in science."

Wen Shui glanced at her slender, fair arms and thought to herself that it was illogical that she could break a telephone pole.

However, he said, "Indeed."

"Huh? Aren't you a paranormal enthusiast? How come I convinced you so easily?" Ran Mouri asked, puzzled.

"It's because I've read so many supernatural stories that I know most of them are made up," Wen Shui smiled.

"Not necessarily, this incident is rather unusual."

Ran Mouri suddenly moved closer to him, her hair, carrying a sweet scent, teasing his sense of smell.

She then switched to a voice telling ghost stories: "I heard my dad say that in one of the attacks, three witnesses saw the slit-mouthed woman disappear into thin air."

"Disappeared into thin air?"

"That's right. When the girl was attacked, there happened to be a police officer patrolling nearby. After hearing the victim's scream, the officer immediately rode his bicycle to the scene of the crime."

Meanwhile, the proprietress of the izakaya next door also came out of her room when she heard the noise.

Then the three of them watched as the tall woman walked into a dead end and disappeared.

Listening to Ran Mouri's vivid description.

Wen Shui's nerves tightened again. If what Ran Mouri said was true, the murderer attacked the passersby and then vanished into thin air under the watchful eyes of three witnesses.

It seems that this world is trending towards developing towards superpowers.

However, he remembered that there were similar methods in the detective novels he had read before that could make people disappear mysteriously, so it seemed that he couldn't draw any conclusions.

Regardless, this is a good source of material; I can write it down and assess the level of danger before making any plans.

Ran Mouri looked at him curiously: "So? Any inspiration?"

"Hmm, I have some ideas."

"It would be great if I could help."

Ran Mouri seemed to genuinely believe that he was doing something meaningful, and raised her little fist to encourage him: "You must let me see the novel when it's finished!"

"No problem." Wen Shui smiled. "By the way, didn't Kudo-kun investigate this matter? He should be very interested, right?"

Ran Mouri looked worried: "Shinichi seems to have taken on an important case recently, saying he doesn't have time to investigate these small cases, and he's been skipping more and more classes lately."

Wen Shui thought that the important request was very likely made through contact with Shiho Miyano.

The thought of this gave Wen Shui a headache.

It's unclear what impact this change will have on Conan's timeline.

We need to figure out a way quickly to get the first reward point for the cheat so we can feel more confident.

"Oh dear, after telling so many scary stories, I won't be able to sleep tonight." Ran Mouri patted her chest with lingering fear. "Warm Water, let's talk about something cheerful."

"Okay, sure," Wen Shui said.

Ran Mouri changed the subject: "That big-breasted woman really is..."

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Another ten minutes or so passed before Kogoro Mouri finally emerged from the interrogation room.

After paying for the damaged vending machine and the broken telephone pole, the group walked out of the police station. Unfortunately, they didn't get to see Inspector Megure in the end.

The rain outside is still pouring down.

Cars come and go, their headlights illuminating the rain-soaked road surface, reflecting a mirror-like sheen.

Wen Shui took a deep breath, the damp, cold air filling her nostrils, and the slight drowsiness vanished.

Once he was more or less sober, Kogoro Mouri looked at him warily: "Ran, where did this kid come from? Didn't you say you were going to the amusement park with that detective kid today?"

"Shinichi had to leave first. This is Nukumizu-kun, from our class. He forgot his fare, so he'll be coming back to Beika Town with us later," Ran Mouri explained as she flagged down a car by the roadside, holding an umbrella.

Wen Shui greeted him politely, "Hello, Uncle Maoli."

Kogoro Mouri nodded.

However, he didn't seem to let his guard down. Even after getting into the taxi, he still secretly scrutinized him with the same wary look one might have of someone stealing their cabbage.

As they passed a shopping street, Ran Mouri suddenly called out, "Uncle, could you please stop by the side of the road? I need to buy something."

"Ok."

The driver stepped on the brakes, and the car slowly came to a stop on the side of the road.

Ran Mouri opened the car door, holding an umbrella, and jogged into the alleyway filled with signs for all kinds of shops.

Wen Shui looked at the pharmacy sign not far away through the car window and assumed she was going to buy something to cure Kogoro Mouri's hangover.

Unexpectedly, she not only bought hangover remedies, but also brought back several lunch boxes.

"Great! This is the only time I can buy so many things with half-price coupons. I'm going to make up for all the happiness I missed today." Ran Mouri smiled brightly.

Uncle Mori couldn't help but ask, "Can you finish eating all this?"

“If we can’t finish it, we can eat it tomorrow. It’s much cheaper than buying groceries and cooking ourselves,” said Ran Mouri.

Kogoro Mouri: "Can you please stop feeding me leftovers? My stomach has started to feel uncomfortable lately."

"Then you should drink less alcohol! Honestly, the money for compensating the vending machine will be deducted from your allowance," Ran Mouri said angrily.

"Stop talking!" Kogoro Mouri blushed.

Then he suddenly sniffed and his eyes lit up: "Eh? Is it Kikuya's tempura? Great!"

I've thrown up most of the alcohol I drank earlier, so I'll have a late-night snack to replenish myself.

Ran Mouri put on a stern face and said, "No, that's for Wen Shui-kun. Dad, you just finished drinking, so you can have the boiled vegetable set meal."

"What?! It's for this kid?"

Kogoro Mouri's gaze towards Nuku suddenly turned unfriendly.

Wen Shui was also surprised to find herself in a situation: "This isn't right, I'm already feeling bad about getting a ride back..."

Ran Mouri shoved a bento box into his hands: "Don't be shy. Didn't you just say you hadn't eaten dinner yet? This place has really delicious tempura."

And considering how long you spent in the police station, this is some compensation.

Looking into Ran Mouri's clear, jewel-like eyes in the rearview mirror, Wen Shui smiled and said, "Then I won't be polite."

"You better be polite, you brat!" Uncle Mori looked like his house had been robbed.

Xiaolan: "Dad"

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Twenty minutes later.

The taxi came to a steady stop near a dilapidated apartment building.

Wen Shui got out of the car and watched Ran Mouri wave goodbye to him through the glass until the taxi disappeared from sight.

Only then did he turn his gaze to the building behind him.

The building looks quite old; some parts of the white-tiled exterior walls are even starting to peel off, and it lacks modern amenities like elevators.

It feels more like the old neighborhood where Wenshui lived as a child in her previous life.

And the tuandilou that often appears in some works of art.

In fact, Wen Shui and Shu's family were quite wealthy, but after their parents died in a car accident, the Black Organization sold off everything they could, leaving the original owner with no choice but to live in this less-than-ideal environment.

Damn it, I should have memorized all the money-making plot points in the original Detective Conan series.

All he remembers now are two pieces of information: a group of robbers hid the stolen gold coins on the roof, and the golden castle of the Karasuma family.

Wen Shui went to check out the place where the gold coins were hidden as soon as he arrived, but unfortunately, the robbers either hadn't stolen anything yet or had hidden it somewhere else.

As for the castle, not a single trace has been found.

Warm water was carried up the stairs to the second floor.

When he reached the door of room 201 at the end of the second floor, he suddenly noticed that the room number that was originally hanging above the door frame was missing one.

The change from 201 to 21 seems abrupt.

What the heck? Someone's stealing house numbers? What's the point of stealing that?

Wen Shui was speechless for a moment, then thought that it was probably the neighbor's naughty child who did it.

I'll call my landlady who likes to wear black stockings tomorrow and ask her to find a way to fix it. I'll also ask her how her son's runaway situation is going.

We need to confirm whether the running away from home incident is related to the system's data collection.

Open the door and go inside.

After changing his shoes in the entryway, Wen Shui carried his tempura bento box into the living room. He planned to take a shower first, and then eat.

But when he turned the corner from the hallway and saw the entire living room, he was startled.

The living room hasn't changed much since he left.

A bulky, technologically unappealing television sits in the corner, while the fabric sofa, torn by the cat, and discount advertisements scattered on the coffee table highlight the family's low standard of living.