Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Xiao Lan immediately let out a very piercing scream.

"Don't scream, the power went out." Wen Shui quickly pinched Xiao Lan's leg to calm her down.

Ai Haibara said coldly, "Why are you touching my leg?"

Warm water: "..."

Oh no, I was so busy chatting with Sonoko that I accidentally got the directions wrong.

Fortunately, Ayako Suzuki stood up from her seat at this moment and helped Onami out of the predicament: "I'll go to the kitchen to get candles, and then I'll check the circuit breaker."

“But wouldn’t it be dangerous for you to go by yourself?” Hiroki Kakutani said.

Wen Shui also stood up from her chair: "I'll go with Ayako-nee, and Ran-chan can come too."

"Huh? Why do I have to go too?" Xiaolan seemed reluctant.

Wen Shui: "Because you are very good at karate, and you can protect me and Ayako-nee in critical moments."

Actually, Wen Shui wanted to test what changes would occur in this power outage event, which was the same as the original plot, after Takahashi Ryoichi died.

Moreover, he could rest assured that the people at the restaurant were being protected by Amuro Tooru.

Xiaolan reluctantly stood up.

Wen Shui and the other two left the restaurant and walked towards the kitchen where the candles were placed, using the dim light from their phone screens.

I had just walked halfway when the phone suddenly came back on.

“It seems to be just a temporary short circuit,” Ayako Suzuki said. “But let’s go get some candles, in case the power goes out again. Also, drinking coffee all the time isn’t good for the stomach, so I’ll make some milk for everyone.”

Wen Shui and Xiao Lan nodded in agreement.

This was Wen Shui's first time visiting a villa's kitchen. She found it wasn't as big as she had imagined; instead, it was a relatively enclosed space, somewhat like a home kitchen.

Perhaps when the Suzuki family built the villa, they considered that people would come here for vacation to enjoy life, so they designed it this way.

The gas stove in the kitchen is located near the window, and the range hood and other kitchen utensils are all available.

On the shelves on the other side of the wall, there are plates and cleaning supplies that can be used when cooking.

After finding the candles, Ayako Suzuki took out two large one-liter cartons of milk and heated them in a saucepan. Ran also helped out.

Just as the milk was about to be boiled.

With her Level 2 perception ability, Wen Shui suddenly noticed an unusual light refraction on Suzuki Ayako's earring as she bent over to stir the milk in the pot.

A detective's instincts told Wen Shui that something was amiss.

But there are too many things in the kitchen, and it's impossible to determine the location of the object being refracted in a short time with warm water.

So Wen Shui walked over and patted Suzuki Ayako on the shoulder: "Ayako-nee, could you please keep your pose from just now?"

"Huh? What's wrong, Wen Shui-kun?" Ayako Suzuki blinked.

"I've found a clue, could you please help me out?" Wen Shui explained.

"okay."

The position felt like being pinned against a wall in front of a stove, so Ayako Suzuki was a little embarrassed. However, considering that this was the boy her younger sister had a crush on, she turned her face away to cooperate.

But to my surprise, that kid soon made an even more outrageous request.

"No, keep your butt sticking up a little more like before, and lower your head a little more," Wen Shui continued to instruct Suzuki Ayako.

Meanwhile, Xiaolan, who had quietly taken a box of yogurt from the refrigerator, stared at the two of them in disbelief.

Is Wen Shui Jun possessed by the Bandage Monster?

Why would he suddenly act so rudely?!

For some reason, seeing Wen Shui entangled with Suzuki Ayako, Xiao Lan suddenly felt a pang of sadness, a feeling even more unbearable than losing a karate match.

She suddenly had a strong urge to go over and press her head, still wet with warm water, into the boiling pot of milk.

But then she thought, he wasn't her boyfriend, so why and what right did she have to do this?

Xiaolan forcefully suppressed the impulse in her heart.

Wen Shui Jun must have his reasons for doing this. Xiao Lan comforted herself, telling herself to trust her companions.

But the feeling that her heart was being gripped tightly by a cold, large hand still kept assaulting her.

That feeling, which was indescribable to Xiaolan, could be described with precise words from a God's-eye view.

He's much like the helpless husbands in some literary works.

At this moment, Ayako Suzuki on the other side finally couldn't hold back anymore and said in embarrassment and anger, "Wen Shui-kun, I am barely your elder, please don't say such rude things."

She put on a stern face.

He glanced at Ran, who was incredibly skilled in karate.

Unexpectedly, Xiaolan was squatting in front of the trash can, holding a yogurt container and reading the ingredient list: "Raw milk, white sugar, concentrated strawberry puree, hydroxypropyl distarch phosphate..."

Chapter 42 The Slit-Mouthed Woman's Alluring Smile

Ayako Suzuki couldn't understand why she was being pinned down in front of the stove by her sister's classmate.

She put on a stern face, trying to break free from the warmth of the water.

Her long, brown ponytail swayed incessantly, splashing across her face with warm water.

Unfortunately, her personality was too gentle. Even when she tried her best to get angry, her beautiful squinty eyes gave off a feeling of shy reluctance.

However, this composition of leaning on the stove and staring back at the warm water easily evokes images of a young wife whose husband works overtime all year round.

Seeing this, Wenshui had no choice but to release Suzuki Ayako.

He took a large step back to maintain distance, forced to switch his thoughts away from focused reasoning.

There was no way around it; she had to switch to jeans. Ayako Suzuki's shapely figure, encased in jeans, was still quite striking, especially considering her status as an older sister.

Little Wenshui can't withstand this kind of test; if this continues, he might really turn into the Yellow-Haired Villain.

After calming down, Wen Shui explained to the two of them the fleeting ray of light she had just noticed.

Ayako Suzuki was still somewhat hesitant after hearing this.

But Wen Shui's gaze was too clear, and generally speaking, even if the other party really had bad intentions, they wouldn't do it in front of Xiao Lan at this time, right?

"Honestly, you should at least explain yourself clearly first," Ayako Suzuki couldn't help but complain.

Then, like a model being photographed, she followed the directions of the "photographer," Wen Shui.

Xiaolan also dropped the empty milk carton in her hand, stood up again, and her bright smile returned to her face.

After adjusting the angle several times, Wen Shui finally discovered a hidden small video camera on the opposite shelf through the light refracted by Ayako Suzuki's earrings.

He checked the camera's memory card and found that it contained footage of Amuro Tooru cooking that afternoon.

The three people in the warm water crossed their arms.

I stared at the video camera on the counter, lost in thought.

"Could it be that Mr. Amuro wants to record himself working as a keepsake?" Ran was the first to speak, guessing.

Ayako Suzuki shook her head: "If that's the case, there's no need for him to disguise and hide the video camera, is there?"

Xiao Lan nodded, then looked at Wen Shui, hoping he could give a reasonable explanation.

Wen Shui hesitated for a moment, then looked at Suzuki Ayako with a complicated expression and slowly said, "I think the truth of the matter may be the one we least want to see."

Ayako Suzuki's eyes suddenly showed a hint of panic.

It seems this clever woman has already vaguely guessed what's going on, but she doesn't want to accept the fact that her classmate is the murderer.

However, no matter how unwilling she was, the blood-stained scales of sin had gradually tilted towards Hiroki Kakutani's side.

The warm water had already narrowed down the scope to a very small area when it was in the living room, but there was no evidence.

Although, objectively speaking, everyone present in the villa except himself had the potential to commit the crime.

But Wen Shui has read the original Conan manga.

It's not that the main characters alone can absolve them of suspicion.

He just didn't think that people with Ran and Conan's strong sense of justice would use such cruel methods to kill someone.

Sonoko Suzuki seems rather dim-witted; it's unlikely she could have come up with such a sophisticated method. And if those two from the Black Organization wanted to kill someone, they wouldn't have needed to resort to such a complicated approach.

In short, so even the Metropolitan Police Department investigators are taking a lukewarm approach.

They will definitely start by investigating Hiroki Kakutani and Masaru Ota, the two most suspicious individuals.

However, Wen Shui had always been puzzled about how Takahashi Ryoichi was killed and what the killer's motive was.

Unexpectedly, boiling milk led him to an opportunity.

After seeing what was in the camera's view, the term "Maori elimination method" started flashing wildly in Wen Shui's mind.

He felt that if he followed this lead, he would surely find the truth.

However, a new mystery has emerged: why did the other party film Amuro Tooru cooking?

Wenshui then shared her thoughts with Ayako Suzuki and Ran.

Ayako Suzuki frowned slightly, initially showing some resistance, but was quickly persuaded by Numizu's reason that "this is also to help Kakutani clear his name."

Hiroki Kakutani is currently in the restaurant, making it the perfect time to sneak into his room and investigate.

With two little tails, one big and one small, Wen Shui sneaked up to the door of Hiroki Kakutani's room.

Ayako Suzuki's gaze fell on the doorknob of the room, her expression complex.

Xiaolan covered her face with the collar of her sports jacket, leaving only her eyes showing, giving her an adorable, childlike appearance.

Wen Shui gripped the cold metal doorknob and gently twisted it.

"Click!"

A crisp, soft click came from the lock cylinder, which sounded remarkably clear in the quiet corridor.

After pushing open the door, the room was laid out the same as the other rooms, with two single beds placed horizontally in the middle. The curtains were drawn, and the rain outside was pattering against the glass, making a crisp and pleasant sound.