Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

It tastes like mom's cooking.

"Mom... no, I mean Haibara, didn't you come all this way so late to talk about that?" Because the noodles were so delicious, Wen Shui accidentally switched channels.

Ai Haibara, holding a small bowl, moved to the corner of the sofa and looked at him warily: "You, you don't have that kind of weird fetish, do you?"

"How could that be? No, I don't understand what you're saying at all," Wen Shui quickly explained.

"Do you even believe that explanation yourself?" Ai Haibara asked sternly. "And just now, when you were in front of Detective Sato, you actually had those dirty thoughts. Would a normal human being react like that?"

Wen Shui couldn't help but slam her hand on the table: "Who told you to lift up your skirt back then?"

“I was just trying to cover you up a bit,” Ai Haibara retorted.

“But that would only reveal more, so don’t underestimate your charm,” Wen Shui argued.

Ai Haibara stared wide-eyed at the warm water, her fair face visibly flushing red.

It seems that even Ai Haibara, who grew up in the Black Organization, was at a loss as to how to deal with this direct approach.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became ambiguous.

The rain was pattering outside the window, and the cheerful laughter of the actors came from the television. The man and woman sitting on opposite sides of the sofa remained silent.

But remaining silent wasn't a good idea, and Wen Shui was quite hungry, so he took the initiative to break the awkward silence: "Actually, the taste of this bowl of noodles reminds me of things from my childhood..."

After using the story of "I want to catch up with you who are so dazzling!" to coax Xiaolan last time, Wen Shui has come up with another story script: "It reminds me of my mother's taste!"

Fortunately, he had seen plenty of this kind of plot in his previous life.

In addition, the noodles made by Ai Haibara really made him feel the taste of home, otherwise he wouldn't have accidentally said the wrong thing, so the effect was surprisingly good.

Ai Haibara relaxed her guard and sat back down in her previous seat.

Her pleasant fragrance once again filled Wen Shui's nostrils.

This gave Wen Shui the feeling of feeding stray cats. From initial probing and distrust, they gradually became familiar with each other, to the point where she could pet their heads, and finally, they were completely won over by the cat food, even voluntarily exposing their bellies to him.

I wonder how long it will take to build that kind of trust with this brown-haired kitten in front of me.

Ai Haibara felt a little uncomfortable under Wen Shui's gaze, so she took the initiative to speak: "I came to see you because I wanted to talk to you about the matter that the Black Organization commissioned Shinichi Kudo to investigate."

"I know, so why are you in such a hurry?"

Ai Haibara said seriously, "Actually, I've been very anxious, but I didn't know your background before, so I chose to keep it from you."

Wen Shui nodded to indicate that she didn't mind, took another bite of noodles, and gestured for her to continue.

Ai Haibara continued, "Before my sister and I were born, my parents worked for a company called Hakuba Pharmaceuticals. After the company went bankrupt, they joined the Black Organization for some reason."

Wen Shui certainly knew about this, even more so than Ai Haibara did.

However, he still feigned curiosity and asked, "Baijiu Pharmaceuticals? Is it a pharmaceutical company?"

"Yes, but that company went bankrupt more than 20 years ago, and I don't know what specific projects it was involved in back then."

Wen Shui: "I see. Then why bring this up all of a sudden?"

Ai Haibara's expression was grave: "Because just a few months ago, the bankrupt Shirahata Pharmaceutical Company was revived."

"They've been resurrected?!"

Wen Shui was also startled. He searched his mind for information about Shiraiu Pharmaceuticals and found that the original work did not provide much information, only saying that it was a pharmaceutical company where the Miyano couple had worked before joining the Black Organization.

"Is it possible that they have the same name? More than 20 years have passed, so the probability of having the same name is not small," Wen Shui speculated.

Ai Haibara shook her head: "At first, that's what I thought too. My sister and I even bought souvenirs from that company, but something happened later that completely overturned that idea."

At first, Wen Shui was just watching the show, but now she's getting a little nervous.

After all, this could be an event that changes the main storyline of "Detective Conan," and for him, a time traveler, he at least needs to figure out whether it will affect the original plot.

Ai Haibara put down her chopsticks, wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth, and then slowly said, "My parents once wanted to research a 'dreamlike, mysterious drug that could bring the dead back to life'."

It was precisely because of this drug that they were recruited by the Black Organization, and the project I'm currently researching is an inheritance of the research my parents didn't finish.

Wen Shui knew she was referring to the aptx-4869 series of drugs.

aptx-4869 was likely just a byproduct of the experiment, which happened to cause rapid death after ingestion with no identifiable cause of death, leading the organization to use it as a poison.

Ai Haibara continued, "The Black Organization was of course aware of the cause and effect of this matter, so they sent people to investigate Hakuba Pharmaceuticals. They found that although the company appeared to have no problems on the surface, it would disappear into thin air whenever investigators tried to get close to its core secrets."

"Disappeared into thin air? Were they killed?" Wen Shui asked.

“That’s the only explanation. After all, the people the organization initially sent weren’t elites, but they were subordinates personally trained by Gin,” Ai Haibara said.

Wen Shui frowned slightly: "The Black Organization can't possibly give up so easily, can they?"

Ai Haibara smiled wryly and said, "Of course not. After learning that the other party was not an ordinary pharmaceutical company, the organization arranged for many people to infiltrate and investigate, and even sent 'Absinthe,' who is very good at disguise, to personally investigate."

Vermouth went too? The Black Organization really went all out.

Wen Shui pressed on, "And then what?"

“At least from my sources, everyone who went to investigate has vanished into thin air.” Ai Haibara’s expression was grim. “After two tests, the other side has become more vigilant.”

Furthermore, the Black Organization has various operations worldwide, making it impossible to dedicate all its manpower to them. Therefore, they came up with the idea of ​​having Shinichi Kudo help with the investigation. You know what happened next.

After explaining, Ai Haibara picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip of water.

Wen Shui mentally reorganized the information provided by Ai Haibara.

It's probably the same Shiraito Pharmaceutical Company that Atsushi Miyano and his wife worked at more than 20 years ago. Suddenly, it reappeared. The Black Organization found it suspicious, so they sent people to investigate. However, all the people who went to investigate disappeared. Among them was Vermouth, who was skilled in disguise.

The Black Organization then asked Shinichi Kudo to help with the investigation.

As a result, Shinichi Kudo not only failed to find the answer, but also became interested in the Black Organization. He was then given APTX-4869 by Gin and turned into Conan, who is currently living at Ran's house.

It seems that apart from the inexplicably resurrected "White Dove Pharmaceuticals" and the missing Vermouth, there's little else.

The overall trajectory of the timeline is still similar to that of the original Detective Conan manga.

Wen Shui asked curiously, "The reason you met with Shinichi Kudo at Dorobiga Amusement Park was to find out if there was anything left by your parents in Shiraiu Pharmaceuticals?"

"I guess so, but I also have other things I'd like to ask him to help with," Ai Haibara said vaguely.

Wen Shui thought that their relationship wasn't yet such that she could reveal all her secrets, so she didn't ask any more questions.

At that moment, Ai Haibara suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "By the way, the reason why the organization wants to get rid of you, this troublesome person, is also related to this matter."

Warm Water: "What do you mean?"

Ai Haibara explained, "Because when your parents absconded with the money, the organization that controlled the research institute was Vermouth. In other words, the reason you're still alive is thanks to her and the infighting among the other organization members. But we haven't heard from her for a long time."

What the hell is Wen Shui thinking?

So, the infighting among the bigwigs at the Black Organization that Ai Haibara was referring to was Vermouth.

But on second thought, it seems reasonable. Vermouth has a special position within the organization, so even if she openly embezzles funds, she probably won't be punished. But whether others have any objections is another matter.

But you embezzled funds and now you expect me to pay you back? That doesn't seem reasonable, does it?

Wen Shui decided that if Vermouth wasn't dead, she would find a chance to teach her a lesson the next time they met.

Ai Haibara rattled off a whole bunch of secrets, the sheer volume of information leaving Wen Shui a bit confused. He sighed, "Looks like the enemy is quite troublesome."

"Are you scared? If you feel it's dangerous, you can forget about today." Ai Haibara's voice was devoid of any emotion, as if she really didn't care.

She leaned back on the sofa, her slender, white legs crossed, and as her fair, soft feet swayed gently in the air, the adorable wrinkles on her pink soles appeared and disappeared.

Bare feet, soaked by the rain, faintly exuded a pleasant fragrance.

Wen Shui couldn't help but ask, "You originally planned to have me help with the investigation?"

Ai Haibara nodded slightly: "Yes, Shinichi Kudo... he's in such a condition that he can't continue the investigation, and I'm not very good at this kind of thing, so I can't just entrust it to someone else."

Wen Shui thought to herself, "You think too highly of me."

However, investigating this level of secrecy should significantly speed up the research process, right?

"I think we can put it aside for now and assess the risk level later," Wen Shui asked. "By the way, what's in it for me to help you investigate this?"

"Aren't we partners?" Ai Haibara looked at him with her pitiful big eyes.

Wen Shui thought to himself that this wicked woman was quite cunning. He curled his lip and said, "Come on, something this dangerous can't be fooled by just saying 'partner'."

Ai Haibara's face showed an expression that said, "I underestimated him. This kid is surprisingly hard to fool!"

Then, Wen Shui picked up the noodles from the pot and ate them from the bowl.

Ai Haibara racked her brains trying to figure out what she could offer to bribe Onami to help her investigate Hakugo Pharmaceutical, where her parents had worked before their deaths.

After a while, she suddenly blushed and said, "How about this, during the investigation period, I... I can be your mother temporarily."

Chapter 28: The Test, the Fake and the Real Sherry in a Fierce Battlefield

Sitting on the living room sofa, Wen Shui couldn't help but gape in shock as he stared at Ai Haibara.

Although he wasn't interested in this kind of role-playing, he was curious why Ai Haibara would pay such a high price.

Is it because this mission is very dangerous?

However, Wen Shui was so shocked that he forgot he was eating noodles. As soon as he opened his mouth, the noodles hanging on his lips fell down and were about to fall onto his clean clothes that he had just changed into.

Ai Haibara instinctively reached out to catch the falling noodles.

There was also a motion of bending down to suck in the warm water.

So, what happened on the sofa in the cheap apartment looked like a couple who had just fallen in love showing off their affection.

However, Wen Shui didn't think that much about it. He was very hungry, so all he could see were noodles.

Ai Haibara's hands were small and delicate. Compared to the grandeur of her chest, they seemed like the difference between a children's meal and a buffet.

The girl's fair and soft skin became even smoother after being coated with the sweet sauce, and the texture of her palms was as captivating as an exquisite work of art.

A faint blue vein appeared on Ai Haibara's forehead: "That's not a noodle, it's my finger."

"Sorry, it was covered by the sauce and I couldn't see it."

When speaking to Wen Shui, it's inevitable that the tip of his tongue will trace across her soft palm.

Ai Haibara's body visibly trembled.

Through the wisps of hair around her ears, one could vaguely see that her small, cute ears had turned light pink, and her bare, white feet on the floor were curled up in a ball.

But for some reason, she didn't feel much disgust towards the excessive lukewarm water. Perhaps it was because this guy was always like this, Ai Haibara thought.