Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

With so many people present, he couldn't do anything too outrageous.

So he had to temporarily give up his pursuit of Ran and chatted with everyone: "By the way, Takahashi, you seem to have gained a lot of weight. I didn't even recognize you when I first saw you."

Ryoichi Takahashi chuckled and patted his stomach: "Well, there's just too much delicious food."

Ayako Suzuki said with a smile, "You should also take care of your health, Takahashi. You should eat less tonight."

Ryoichi Takahashi deliberately made an exaggerated expression: "That won't do..."

The atmosphere in the restaurant was very harmonious, and even Chikako Ikeda gave some pointers to Nukumizu and the others about their creative process.

To Wen Shui's surprise, Chikako Ikeda was not a complete imposter.

You can tell she's got some skills.

This makes Wen Shui even more eager to draw her writing skills. Hmm... it wouldn't be bad to draw Amuro Tooru instead, but of course, the best one would definitely be Ran's karate skills.

Unfortunately, this harmonious atmosphere did not last long.

After Ayako Suzuki inadvertently mentioned her classmate "Atsuko" who had passed away two years prior, Chikako Ikeda flew into a rage and stormed out of the restaurant to go for a walk.

Seeing this, Hiroki Kakutani followed him out.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have mentioned Dunzi." Ayako Suzuki looked remorseful.

Conan asked curiously, "Ayako-neechan, what exactly happened with Atsuko-neechan?"

"Alright, kids shouldn't ask about these things." Takahashi Ryo picked up Conan and said, "Ayako, don't worry about it either. Chikako is probably under too much work pressure."

Looking out the window at Chikako Ikeda, who had shaken off photographer Hiroki Kakutani's hand, Ota Masaru said with dissatisfaction, "Tch, she's different now that she's famous. Her temper has gotten much worse."

"Ota, you should say less."

Ryoichi Takahashi acted like a peacemaker, showing absolutely no sign of being the murderer.

Ayako Suzuki nodded: "I'll go to the kitchen to see if there's anything I can do to help Mr. Amuro. You all should take a rest too."

Ryoichi Takahashi: "Then I'll go upstairs and fix the broken roof. I heard it's going to rain heavily tonight."

"Thank you for your help, Takahashi." Ayako Suzuki's smile revealed a very approachable quality in her squinty eyes.

After the two left, only Wenshui and Ota Katsumi remained in the restaurant.

Xiaolan walked to the window, looked at the gray sky covered with dark clouds and the endless dark forest outside, and said worriedly, "It's going to rain. It seems like Brother Kakutani and the others didn't bring umbrellas."

Ota Masaru walked up behind Ran.

"The weather forecast said the heavy rain would come tonight, but it's just a light drizzle right now." Ota Masaru flashed what he thought was a charming smile. "You just ate so much, how about we go for a walk outside?"

"But it looks like it's going to rain soon," Xiaolan said, looking troubled.

"Isn't it more romantic to take a walk in the rain?" Ota Katsumi pressed on.

As Xiaolan retreated, she desperately sent distress signals to her "best friend" Wen Shui, asking him to help her out of the predicament.

Wen Shui pretended not to see it, thinking to herself, "I haven't forgotten your 'help' just now."

Seeing that Wen Shui wasn't buying it, Xiao Lan gritted her teeth, gently pinched the edge of the black stockings covering her legs with her slender fingertips, and then let go.

With a snap.

The edges of the black stockings bounced back, creating a captivating wave of flesh on her fair and slender legs.

Warm water: "..."

Although I know why you did this, I feel like I'm being misunderstood more and more.

However, seeing Xiaolan's fist gradually clenching, I felt that if I didn't make a move soon, she would probably perform the "accidentally breaking the wall" stunt to refuse the other party's invitation.

Wen Shui sighed, walked over and said, "Xiao Lan, don't forget we're here to gather material for the Literature Department's journal. Shouldn't we go outside and take a look?"

"Oh right, I had forgotten about it if you hadn't mentioned it."

Ran deftly bypassed Ota Masaru and ran to Wenshui, giving him a grateful look.

“Then let’s join together.” Sonoko Suzuki also stood up from her seat.

Wen Shui frowned slightly. If everyone acted together, would the bandaged monster still attack Xiao Lan like in the original story?

If the other party gives up this opportunity to silence Xiaolan.

It's a minor issue if it affects his research; the real problem is if Takahashi Ryoichi comes up with another plan to eliminate him.

Wen Shui shook her head: "Let's split up when it comes to gathering material. You and Haibara should be in one group. Too many people will make things chaotic and affect our inspiration."

After saying that, Wen Shui grabbed Xiao Lan's hand and ran towards the door.

Sonoko Suzuki and Conan looked at the doorway, as if a fierce flame was burning behind them.

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Having grabbed an umbrella at the door just in case, Wen Shui and Xiao Lan stepped out of the villa. A mountain breeze, carrying damp air, swept towards them, and the distant forest was shrouded in a light mist.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by.

In the distance, the shadows of trees swayed, and the sound of snapping branches came from the nearby bushes. It was unclear what kind of creature was moving through the dense forest.

Xiaolan was so nervous that her palms were sweating.

Why did Wen Shui suddenly suggest splitting up?

She was just showing him her charm a little; she didn't mean to give him any more reward. Did he misunderstand?

However, when Xiaolan thought about the reward, she belatedly realized that she seemed to have misunderstood Wenshui's meaning when she was cutting the cake, which made things even more difficult for him.

So I felt a little guilty.

If all else fails, I'll just take off my stockings and give them to him as a gift.

Besides, Xiaolan was determined not to let this guy gain any more advantage.

Chapter 37 The Bandaged Man Makes His Move, and a Night Destined to Be Turbulent!

As Wen Shui and Xiao Lan entered the dense forest near the villa, a cool sensation fell on the back of his neck.

Wen Shui looked up and saw that it was raining.

Fine raindrops filtered through the branches, quickly soaking the dirt path beneath our feet. The moss-covered rocks shimmered with moisture, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of damp earth after the rain.

Fortunately, Wen Shui had brought an umbrella before leaving home, and the rain wasn't heavy, so it wouldn't affect their stroll in the woods.

However, what puzzled Wen Shui was that Xiao Lan's behavior had been somewhat off ever since she entered the woods.

She kept her head down, staring at the tips of her shoes, her expression suggesting she was having a fierce internal struggle. She almost bumped into a tree several times without realizing it, only avoiding injury thanks to Wen Shui's kind reminder.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Shui asked curiously, looking at Xiao Lan's shoes.

After being splashed by rain, the brown-black leather shoes reflected a mirror-like shine, and the slender, beautiful legs encased in black stockings revealed glimpses of flesh.

Those delicate ankles, like works of art, make you feel that even if she walked all day on mountain roads and got soaked in the rain, they would still smell nice when she took them off.

"What's on the shoes?" Wen Shui couldn't help but ask.

Xiaolan was startled and jumped out of the umbrella's reach in a panic. Her face flushed, she stammered, "N-nothing, thank you for earlier. I'm really not good at dealing with people who try to hit on me."

Wen Shui walked over and covered Xiao Lan's shoulders with her umbrella.

"It's nothing, we're companions." Wen Shui smiled gently.

Seeing this, Xiaolan took a deep breath, as if she had made a major decision. She gently lifted her left leg, inserted her slender, white fingers into the edge of her stocking, and gently pulled it down.

"By the way, what kind of content do you plan to publish in the magazine?" Wen Shui looked around at the dense forest, searching for traces of the bandaged man.

Instead, they spotted Sonoko Suzuki and Conan sneaking around behind a tree not far away.

After noticing that Wen Shui's gaze had moved over, the two quickly crouched down, but the tip of the pink umbrella still clearly gave away their position.

What? This tracking technique is terrible.

However, I didn't see Ai Haibara with them. Could it be that she went to see Tooru Amuro? Wen Shui wondered.

After Xiaolan finally mustered up her courage, she discovered that Wen Shui was looking at the surrounding forest and hadn't noticed her actions at all.

Could it be that he really wanted to talk about the journal?

Xiaolan had no choice but to pull her black over-the-knee socks, which had already fallen below her knees, back up to just above her knees, feeling vaguely as if she had punched a piece of cotton.

Why is this guy suddenly so serious? He seems like a complete stranger.

Xiaolan switched to her rational mind and said:

"Hmm, I have a few ideas, but I don't know if I can write them down. Didn't Senior Zhen say before that as long as you write what you like..."

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Meanwhile, Sonoko and Conan, who were hiding behind the tree, cautiously peeked out.

"Sonoko-neechan, you used too much force just now, and I got a mouthful of mud," Conan complained.

Sonoko Suzuki was pressing Conan's head from the back of his head, avoiding Wen Shui's gaze, and she did accidentally use too much force.

But in order to maintain her image as the queen of deduction in front of this brat, she cleared her throat and said:

"You like playing detective games, don't you? This is one of the essential courses for detectives: [disguise investigation]. Don't even mention eating dirt; in the real investigation process, in order to obtain useful clues, you have to eat even more disgusting things."

Conan thought to himself, "Are you kidding me?"

I've solved so many cases as a detective, and the worst thing I've ever eaten was a dish made by Xiaolan's mother.

Besides, a detective isn't a secret agent or an undercover agent, so why should they suffer like this for no reason? It's clearly because you panicked and overdid it.

"What, you're not convinced?" Sonoko Suzuki threatened.

Conan, whose body has shrunk, can't afford to offend this young lady for the time being: "No, I just feel that this is not quite the detective image I see on TV. Sonoko-neechan, where did you learn all this knowledge?"

"It was Wenshui who told me. He's a really good detective." When pressed for details, Sonoko Suzuki had no choice but to drag Wenshui into it as a scapegoat.

Conan's gaze passed through the rain-drenched green branches and landed on the warm water and trees not far away.

Just as he suspected, that Wen Shui and Shu looked very unreliable and could probably only fool novices like Sonoko and Ran who lack common sense.

At this moment, Conan noticed that Wen Shui, Shu, and Ran had put away their umbrellas.

The two stood face to face in the rain, gazing deeply into each other's eyes, like the prelude to a confession between the male and female protagonists in a movie.

Conan was shocked and tugged at Sonoko Suzuki's sleeve: "Sonoko-neechan, look!"