Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

She seemed to be running around the whole time, so she didn't feel involved at all?

Wen Shui felt this wasn't a good idea, as it might disrupt the harmony of the newly formed team.

More importantly, Sonoko Suzuki is a "major sponsor of cases," owning numerous villas and cruise ships, so following her often means encountering cases.

Wen Shui didn't want this young lady to get away.

So when he got out of the car, he deliberately confirmed with them through the window about visiting Kazama Aoi the next day, and then secretly drew a portrait of Suzuki Sonoko on the car window. Although the drawing was very simple, you could immediately see the features of Suzuki Sonoko.

Wen Shui wanted to encourage Suzuki Sonoko in this way, so that she could feel the harmonious atmosphere within the Suzuran Detective Club.

As soon as he turned and ran towards the apartment, Sonoko Suzuki immediately spotted the pattern.

Her face flushed instantly as she stared in disbelief at Wen Shui, who was running through the rain.

Ran: "What's wrong, Sonoko? Are you thinking about the corpse from earlier?"

"No, no, I'm just a little excited because it's my first time participating in something like this." Sonoko Suzuki was startled and quickly covered the pattern with her body.

Then, when no one was looking, she took a picture of the pattern on the car window with her phone.

But none of this escaped the eyes of Detective Osawa.

After delivering the warm water and the tree, Detective Osawa took Ran to the Mouri Detective Agency, then Ai Haibara, and finally arrived at Sonoko Suzuki's house.

When Detective Osawa saw Sonoko Suzuki's mansion, his mouth dropped open in an "O" shape: "You live here?"

"Yes." Sonoko Suzuki kept thinking about why Numizu did that, but she couldn't figure it out no matter how long she thought about it.

Officer Osawa couldn't help but say, "This house must have cost a lot of money, right?"

“It was very cheap when I bought it.” Sonoko Suzuki smiled as she opened the car door, letting in the cold, damp air. “Thank you for bringing me back, Uncle Osawa.”

"No, you're too kind."

Detective Osawa subconsciously used the polite language he would only use when investigating wealthy people's homes.

But Sonoko Suzuki didn't notice this at all. She quickly got out of the car, and then a butler-like person immediately ran out of the villa, holding an umbrella, to greet her.

Detective Osawa looked at the luxurious villa in front of him with curiosity.

I thought to myself, I didn't see this young lady using her phone to make any calls. Could it be that the butler was waiting at the door the whole time?

Detective Osawa then recalled that Sonoko Suzuki had secretly taken a picture of the pattern on the car window earlier.

I really envy that guy. If he could marry into a family like that, he would be set for life.

Detective Daze lightly pressed the accelerator, and the police car disappeared into the rain.

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After returning home, Wen Shui had just taken out her instant noodles when she received a text message from Ai Haibara.

She said she would come over later to talk to him about the things they had agreed on before.

Although Wen Shui didn't know why she was in such a hurry, he was actually quite curious about what the Black Organization had commissioned Shinichi Kudo to investigate.

Wen Shui looked up at the wall clock and finally decided to take a shower first.

Ai Haibara should be arriving a while later, and she had just wrestled with Ran on the ground and got soaked in the rain, so she feels sticky and uncomfortable.

I took a quick hot shower, changed into dry loungewear, and opened the bathroom door with warm water.

Suddenly I noticed a sticky note on the wall of the hallway.

Put your clothes on before you come out.

Below, there was a chibi-style figure based on Ai Haibara herself, which looked rather cute. However, for some reason, Wen Shui felt that it was somewhat similar in style to the drawing he had just made on the car window.

Ai Haibara probably stuck it on the wall because she was afraid he would come out directly after taking a shower and cause unnecessary embarrassment.

But since you're already here, couldn't you have just said so?

And when did this guy arrive? Didn't I tell her last time not to barge into boys' rooms? Seriously.

As Wen Shui walked towards the living room, thinking about changing the locks tomorrow, he smelled an enticing aroma before he even saw Haibara.

Chapter 27 Ai: I treat you as a partner, but you call me Mom?

Once the warm water was brought into the living room, the scent of shower gel that had been lingering in the air was immediately overwhelmed by the aroma of food.

Ai Haibara stood barefoot in front of the stove, stirring the noodles in the pot.

On the cutting board next to it were diced vegetables and meat, which looked like they were for making noodle sauce.

"Are you cooking noodles?" Wen Shui realized she had asked a pointless question, then added, "Are you cooking noodles for me?"

"Yes, this time they used an extremely large dose of poison," Ai Haibara said without turning her head.

Wen Shui clicked her tongue in surprise, thinking to herself that this woman was quite vengeful.

I haven't forgotten the time he threw away the love-filled bento box, but I can't entirely blame him for that.

At the time, he and Ai Haibara were both struggling to survive under the threat of the Black Organization, and they had only known each other for a short time, so it was inevitable that he would be wary.

After several days of in-depth understanding, Wen Shui has roughly figured out Ai Haibara's personality.

Although we're far from being able to entrust our lives to each other, I can still accept eating the noodles she makes.

Wen Shui walked into the kitchen: "Let me help too."

“I can manage on my own.” Ai Haibara turned around and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her fair hand. “The rain seems to be getting lighter. Why don’t you open the living room window?”

The apartment that Wen Shui rented was marketed for its low price, so air conditioning, which wasn't common in this day and age, was definitely not included.

When the temperature is high in summer, the only way to cool down and escape the heat is by using electric fans and opening windows for ventilation.

Warm water was used to open the living room window, and cool air containing the scent of rainwater immediately flowed into the room.

It was still drizzling outside, and a few stray cats were crouching under the eaves of the tofu shop across the street, taking shelter from the rain.

Since Ai Haibara didn't want his help, Wen Shui simply sat on the sofa in the living room, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

The screen displayed a news broadcast, with the words "Slit-Mouthed Woman" in extremely prominent font. A female host in a suit and uniform reported with a serious expression about the second murder that had just occurred in Bunkyo Ward.

Wen Shui frowned slightly, wondering if the report had been published so quickly.

It seems he underestimated the pervasive reach of this country's journalists.

However, Wen Shui soon discovered that much of the news reporting was based on speculation and inference, and no information that reflected the actual situation was being released.

There is also no description of him as the first eyewitness.

Even the crime scene photos were limited to a single daytime photo of the park displayed on the screen.

It's likely that the production team arranged the broadcast content overnight in an effort to boost ratings after receiving the news. This attitude also made Wen Shui indirectly feel the influence and attention of the "Slit-Mouthed Woman Serial Murder Case".

Wen Shui watched for a while and felt that what the other person was saying was not very informative, so she picked up the remote control and switched to a comedy channel.

Wen Shui sat comfortably on the sofa, watching a funny TV show and drinking a Coke he had just taken out of the refrigerator. In the kitchen, a "cold-looking but overly gentle beautiful girl" was making him a late-night snack.

He suddenly felt that it wouldn't be bad to live this kind of life.

Wait a minute! Am I getting complacent from the relaxed campus life I've had these past few days?

Putting aside the fact that he still owes the Black Organization more than a billion dollars in debt, as a transmigrator, it would be a bit too pathetic for him to just stay in a cheap rental apartment and spend the rest of his life with a beautiful girl.

Let's not even talk about unrealistic fantasies like unifying the world, but at least dream bigger, right?

First, living standards must be improved. People should be able to live in big houses, eat what they want, and take time to go on vacation to Hawaii and learn some useless skills along the way.

Thinking of this, Wen Shui looked at Ai Haibara, who was busy in the kitchen. The noodles were cooked, and she was frying the sauce in a pan.

It would be too hard for Ai Haibara to cook alone every day, and Wen Shui felt a little sorry for her. She should at least find her some helpers.

Okay, then let's have two more pretty girls sit on the sofa, one on the left and one on the right, one wearing white stockings and the other wearing black stockings.

There also needs to be someone taking a shower in the bathroom, who will come out while drying their hair and then "accidentally" drop their towel.

As for the room...

It gets a bit monotonous to have only pretty girls. We could change things up and have a sexy lady dressed as a bunny girl or something.

Just as Wen Shui was pondering in her mind which wife from Detective Conan would look most suitable in a bunny girl outfit,

Ai Haibara brought out the noodles she had prepared.

"What are you thinking about that makes you so happy?" Ai Haibara asked curiously as she untied her apron.

Wen Shui snapped out of her daze and smiled, "I feel a little embarrassed that you're taking such good care of me. I'm thinking about how I can help you share the burden in the future."

Ai Haibara looked at him suspiciously: "Are you really that kind?"

“I think you might have some misunderstandings about me,” Wen Shui said seriously. “I treat enemies and friends completely differently. I was just wary of you because I thought you were a member of the Black Organization.”

"And now?"

"At least we can sit down and eat together now," Wen Shui gave an objective answer.

"It's really hard to gain your trust," Ai Haibara teased.

"So you'd better work hard, or someone else will beat you to it," Wen Shui joked.

Ai Haibara's expression changed slightly, and she immediately tensed up: "Do you have a business relationship with someone else? Who is it?"

Wen Shui thought to himself, "I was talking about the cute lady in the bunny girl outfit in the room and the beautiful girl taking a bath in the bathroom," but he said, "I was just giving an example. If we want to fight the Black Organization, we must work hard to make each other trust each other."

Wen Shui revealed a very sincere look in her eyes.

Ai Haibara breathed a sigh of relief, then took off her apron and hung it on the wall in the kitchen.

She was still wearing that light black dress, and she was barefoot. Her fair and soft bare feet touched the floor like cat's paws, without making a sound.

After hanging up her apron, Ai Haibara sat down on the sofa next to him, carrying a plate of stir-fried sauce.

This time, the distance between the two was not as great as before.

Maintaining a distance like ordinary friends, Wen Shui could clearly smell the unique scent of chemicals and perfume emanating from her.

They each picked out some noodles and put them in their bowls, then poured on the rich sauce and mixed them well.

The noodles were the kind of dried noodles you usually find in supermarkets; he bought them last week when he was grabbing discounted eggs.

The vegetables and meat in the noodle sauce were all leftover scraps from the refrigerator.

Although the ingredients are very ordinary, Ai Haibara's cooking skills are really amazing. And it's not the kind of food served in a hotel restaurant, but rather home-style cooking that makes you feel warm and cozy from the noodles and sauce.