Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Vodka got off the bus to buy lunch.

Because Gin and Vodka often carry out special missions, they usually eat in their vehicles, except when performing tasks such as surveillance and tracking.

Not long after, Vodka returned carrying a large brown paper bag.

"Brother, I'm back." Vodka put down the bag and took out the cigarettes that Gin had asked for from his pocket.

Even when eating in his car, Vodka wouldn't take off his sunglasses, maintaining a state of alertness to deal with any unexpected situations.

Gin took a melon bag out of the bag, which was covered with an advertising sticker of Yoko Okino.

He put the melon bun back in the bag and swapped it for a red bean bread, which he found had a similar sticker on it.

Gin sighed inwardly. Although Vodka was loyal and reliable, he also had many shortcomings.

For example, not being very bright.

For example, he can't change the hobbies he had when he was a homebody before joining the organization.

But this minor flaw is insignificant compared to the heinous crimes Vermouth committed.

After all, Vodka was simply using public funds to buy products endorsed by his favorite idol within a reasonable scope.

On the other hand, the research institute under Vermouth's management actually claimed that two anesthesiologists could embezzle more than a billion dollars in funding. Who can believe such nonsense?

Gin couldn't accept this explanation at all. That was all money he had worked hard to earn. If the boss hadn't stopped him, he would definitely have investigated it thoroughly.

Since that incident, Gin has noticed that his hair has turned somewhat gray.

The good news is that the sons of the two anesthesiologists, Wen Shui and Shu, seem to be showing extraordinary talent recently.

If Wen Shui and Shu could do more to help the organization and pay off his parents' debts.

Gin decided to let him die peacefully when he finally killed him.

"What's wrong, brother? Aren't you hungry?" Vodka asked.

Gin hesitated for a moment: "Could you buy some meat next time? We're in the business of kidnapping and murder, it's not appropriate for us to eat cakes and bread every day."

"There's meat, it's buried underneath." Vodka pulled a large chicken leg out from under the bag.

Gin took the bag and saw that it also had the slogan "Yoko Okino's favorite fried chicken shop" on it.

While eating, Vodka asked, "By the way, brother, do you think what Sherry said is true?"

Gin chewed on Yoko Okino's favorite fried chicken leg and thought it tasted pretty good: "Probably not. What she said basically matches the information we got from our informants in the Metropolitan Police Department."

The two of them had just questioned Ai Haibara about the inside story of the Slit-Mouthed Woman murder case that happened last night.

That's why Gin is paying attention to this case.

It was because he and Vodka had just gotten off the plane when they received intelligence from Bourbon that someone resembling an FBI agent had appeared near Sherry.

Bourbon said he sent someone to probe, but the other party quickly noticed. However, he found that the other party seemed more interested in the Slit-Mouthed Woman's case.

Amuro Tooru's original intention was to let Gin and the other party fight like dogs, while he fished in troubled waters from behind.

As the main person in charge of the black-clad organization in this country, Gin could not ignore such intelligence that could potentially affect the organization's operations.

In fact, they have already clashed with the FBI several times in Europe.

"So our next task is to investigate the identities of those FBI agents?" Vodka asked.

Gin shook his head: "Let's wait and see. The fact that they were able to shake off Bourbon proves that they are not useless. A hasty attack would only alert them."

The investigation into Shiraiu Pharmaceuticals has already cost the organization a significant number of personnel, and there's still no news about Vermouth. We can't afford to waste our manpower on this kind of thing.”

After a pause, Gin continued, "Let's stick to the original plan for now, continue to extort money from the presidents of those listed companies, and then find some time to have someone investigate the Slit-Mouthed Woman murder case."

I don't believe the FBI would travel all this way just to maintain peace in this country; there must be a deeper secret behind this.

Another thing we can do is test Nukusui and Itsuki's abilities by investigating the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

If that kid really shows talent in detective work, the organization could nurture him, giving him opportunities to meet more important figures and become a go-between for the organization, thus repaying his debts.

"Big brother, you're amazing."

Vodka automatically skipped Gin's long analysis and reasoning, and swallowed half a melon bun in one gulp.

Gin's lips twitched slightly.

He managed to restrain himself and didn't smash the chicken leg in his hand into vodka's face.

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Back at the warm water area, everyone gathered on the tatami mats in the bedroom for lunch.

Sonoko Suzuki did take a shower, but the Nuwa family didn't have any towels to wrap her in. If she had to find one, she would have to use Nuwa's T-shirt.

However, their relationship hadn't reached that point yet, so after taking a shower, Sonoko Suzuki changed back into her own clothes.

Although Sonoko was still dressed the same as before, her face was flushed after her bath, making her even more alluring than before.

After dinner, everyone started talking about their speculations about the toys in Aoi Kazama's house coming back to life.

Of course, most of these are useless guesses.

To Wen Shui's surprise, Xiao Lan and Suzuki Sonoko were not useless. Under the guise of admiring Kazama Aoi's collection of dolls, the two of them inspected almost all the dolls and toys.

Unfortunately, I didn't find anything wrong with them; they were just ordinary toys.

This matches the results of Wataru Takagi's examination.

If we were to deduce the anomaly solely from the clues, the only thing that might be suspicious is the unusually high proportion of bubble puppy figures among the toys.

However, considering that Bubble Puppy is currently very popular among young people, and even Kubota lost a lot of money speculating and collecting it, it can't be considered anything unusual.

Wen Shui was somewhat interested in the magic circle on the ground.

While Ai Haibara and Aoi were chatting, he glanced at the bookshelf and noticed that in addition to a large number of shoujo manga, there were also a few books on black magic and divination.

Two of the books contained sticky notes with messages like "Mom, come back soon..." which made Wen Shui feel a little sad.

It seems that Aoi Kazama must regret arguing with her mother back then.

However, because the recent Slit-Mouthed Woman murder case has caused quite a stir, Nuwa is not sure if there are any mysterious forces in this world. If there are, then it would be easy to explain why Kazama Aoi saw the toys in her house come back to life.

Wen Shui had already memorized the names of those books.

He decided to investigate along the trail of the mysterious force.

We might even find clues about the Slit-Mouthed Woman, since they are all related to monsters, magic, and witchcraft, so they are likely to have something in common.

If it really is a monster that killed someone, then the only option is for the Metropolitan Police Department to hire an Onmyoji (a type of Japanese sorcerer) to exorcise it.

On the other hand, Ai Haibara, who talked the most with Aoi Kazama, was quite reserved and didn't express too many opinions, but instead decided to spend more time with her.

Before leaving, the two made a promise to go to the Bubble Puppy sales event together.

Wen Shui guessed that Ai Haibara probably saw a reflection of herself in Aoi Kazama, which is why she no longer held the same casual attitude as before and was so cautious in drawing conclusions.

Hopefully, she'll be able to find more useful clues by then, Wen Shui thought to herself.

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And just like that, an ordinary week passed quickly.

Friday arrived in the blink of an eye, and tomorrow was the day I had arranged to go to the Bandaged Monster's Villa with Sonoko.

After school, Wen Shui went to the Literature Club as usual to discuss the club magazine with her senior classmates, Zhen Zhong and the others.

As soon as he entered the club building, Wen Shui saw Vice President Gu Chuan leading the student council members toward him.

Many of them were carrying cardboard boxes, which likely contained confiscated prohibited items.

"Hey, isn't this Wen Shui, who's planning to participate in the mystery novel contest?" Honekawa said in a deliberately surprised tone.

Wen Shui had been talking about this topic with Xiao Lan and the others these past few days, so it was inevitable that it would reach Vice President Gu Chuan's ears.

Wen Shui said coldly, "A good dog doesn't block the way."

Honekawa smiled and said, "Don't be like that. I'm your senior, after all. If you can win the grand prize in the mystery novel competition, I'll be proud of you too."

The people behind him all gave him unfriendly smiles.

Wen Shui was too lazy to bother with this bunch of trash. If it weren't for the fact that fighting wasn't allowed in Teitan, he would have thrown these guys in the trash can long ago.

However, even if we beat these people up, they probably wouldn't be convinced. It would be more appropriate to write an excellent work that would amaze them before throwing them in the trash.

Just then, the crisp sound of high heels came from upstairs.

Ms. Hiratsuka appeared before everyone, carrying books. Her stern face still held a certain authority: "Honekawa, do you guys have nothing better to do? Go and help me move the materials from the art club's activity room upstairs to my office."

Honekawa looked troubled: "Teacher, we still have to go to other clubs for inspections later..."

"Really? Then why are you wasting your time here? Are you using your position as vice president to bully people?" Hiratsuka-sensei fired back, leaving the other person speechless.

Honekawa and his group slunk away to move the materials.

"These guys get all arrogant as soon as they get a little bit of power." Hiratsuka-sensei looked at Honekawa and the others' backs with dissatisfaction.

Wen Shui smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so authoritative when you get angry, teacher."

"Hmph, don't underestimate me, you little brat." Hiratsuka-sensei raised her delicate chin and patted Wenshui's shoulder: "I hate those kinds of guys the most. Wenshui-kun, use this opportunity to make those who look down on you realize their mistake."

Wen Shui couldn't help but remind her, "Teacher, you're one of those people too. You even made a bet with me yesterday."

"Huh? Really?" Hiratsuka-sensei scratched her head. "Don't worry about the details. I was just trying to motivate you and encourage you to fight harder."

"I understand, thank you for your encouragement."

Wen Shui emphasized the words "cheer up" slightly.

Ryoka Hiratsuka suddenly leaned closer: "I thought about it yesterday, and I really shouldn't have treated you so harshly."

Actually, after investigating the judging panel, she found that the competition was extremely difficult, and she had no chance of making it to the finals, let alone getting into Wenshui. So there was no need for her to fight to the death.

Wen Shui cautiously took a step back.

Then I realized my back had hit the wall.

"Why are you looking at me with such a wary look?" Ryoka Hiratsuka said unhappily. "I would never use the excuse of tutoring to lure you to an abandoned shrine near a hot spring town in rural Nagano Prefecture, kill you with a pre-prepared stone trap, and then stage it as a suicide scene."

You've explained it in such detail, you must have thought about it, right?

Wen Shui couldn't help but rub her forehead.

It feels like everyone in the Conan world is so dangerous; anyone can come along and come up with a seemingly reasonable murder plan.