Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

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Did Xiaolan have planned this way of expressing her gratitude before she came?

That's why she specifically changed her black stockings into white ankle socks, allowing more skin to be exposed.

Wen Shui's reasoning ability played an important role at this time.

However, just as he was about to fully immerse himself in the ear-cleaning club activities, he suddenly realized that the atmosphere in the room was a little strange.

Ai Haibara and Sonoko Suzuki, oblivious to the danger, sat on the edge of the bed with their arms crossed, just quietly watching him.

No wonder Xiaolan suddenly said in a rather loud voice that she was about to start.

But what's going on with these two?

"Why are you still here?" Wen Shui couldn't help but ask.

"The pork rib and winter melon soup is ready, now we just need to wait patiently," Ai Haibara explained, but it seemed like she hadn't explained anything at all.

"My signature dish, 'A Super Energetic Fruit Party That Mixes Summer and Sunshine Together in a Bowl,' is ready too. Just take it out of the fridge later," Sonoko Suzuki said, uttering a name that was hard to understand.

The warm water automatically translated her words into cat meows.

However, it must be said that when Sonoko Suzuki sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, the contrast between her fair feet and her tanned skin was quite striking.

Incidentally, Ai Haibara, wearing black over-the-knee stockings, could also do something similar.

Wen Shui might agree to her request to hang the oil painting in the living room.

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With two people staring intently at her, Wen Shui couldn't properly enjoy Xiao Lan's ear-cleaning service.

Xiaolan seems to share the same thought.

She didn't expect the two people to stay in the room. Xiaolan hadn't planned to do anything more outrageous; she was just cleaning their ears.

But being watched like that made her a little embarrassed, so she quickened up the ear-cleaning process.

"Oh well, I'll thank Mr. Wen Shui in another way another day," Xiao Lan thought to herself.

Xiaolan finished digging out one ear in a minute, then gently patted Wenshui's shoulder: "Okay, Wenshui, turn around now."

Wen Shui immediately rolled over on the spot.

Xiaolan's hand, holding the ear pick, hovered in mid-air, her mouth involuntarily forming an "O" shape.

She wanted Wen Shui to lie on her side so that her other ear would be exposed, but he misunderstood. But if he did that, his face would be facing his stomach.

Xiaolan suddenly felt a soreness in her thigh.

She hesitated for a moment, but continued cleaning her ear anyway. However, Xiaolan secretly decided to reduce the time spent on this ear to half a minute.

Wen Shui turned around and regretted it a little.

Because this angle allows a glimpse of Xiaolan's small and cute belly button through the gaps in the buttons of her white shirt.

A soft scent, a blend of sweat and antiperspirant, wafts out from the seams of the shirt.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen Xiaolan wearing a crop top before, the current situation is completely different.

I calmed myself down with warm water and tried my best not to let my mind wander.

However, it must be said that after removing Ai Haibara and Sonoko Suzuki's surveillance gaze from my field of vision, the ear-cleaning experience became much better.

Actually, in her past life, Wen Shui would occasionally watch ASMR videos of ear cleaning, the kind of sleep aid videos recorded with feathers, spray bottles, and makeup brushes.

But it's just something new to see; you can't really appreciate the intricacies of it.

However, if we use that experience as a benchmark, the pleasure of having my ears cleaned while resting my head on Xiaolan's lap now is at least ten thousand times stronger.

Wen Shui wholeheartedly felt the girl's youthful body and Xiao Lan's gentle touch.

He felt as if the ear pick in Xiaolan's hand was reaching deep into his brain, gently digging out all the unhappiness hidden deep in his memory.

Under the influence of the extremely comfortable environment, Wen Shui couldn't help but hum softly.

The warm breath he exhaled seeped into the seams of Xiaolan's white shirt.

Xiao Lan was shocked. She subconsciously dropped the ear pick on the ground, pressed down on the hem of her pleated skirt with her hand, and then pressed her hand directly onto the side of the warm water on her face.

Wen Shui's vision suddenly went completely black.

He felt as if he had fallen directly onto the tatami mat. His nose was a little sore from pressing against the ground, but he felt a soft, elastic touch on both sides of his cheeks.

Sonoko Suzuki was furious and rushed over to dance on Wen Shui's back: "You bastard, you better enjoy it properly."

Ai Haibara, not to be outdone, walked over and asserted her territorial claim on the warm water's back with her soft little feet encased in black stockings.

"Damn it... I... I can't breathe!!"

The warm water, pinned to the ground in a position commonly used by the loser in a wrestling match, struggled violently.

Sonoko Suzuki lost her balance and fell off Wenshui, sitting on the tatami mat rubbing the back of her head in pain.

Ai Haibara sensed the danger beforehand and nimbly jumped off the warm water.

She was about to give Wen Shui a lecture when she suddenly frowned and looked down at her toes.

"Hey, why is there a tail on the ground?"

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Half an hour later, the pork rib and winter melon soup was finally ready.

The four of them sat at the long dining table in the living room. The reason they didn't choose to eat at the low table in the bedroom this time was, of course, because the ear-cleaning experience they had just had almost turned into a riot.

Ran and Ai Haibara were sitting on the same side of the table, a rare sight. It was also the spot furthest from the warm water.

Sitting next to Wen Shui was Suzuki Sonoko, whose head had been bumped and whose mind was still a bit muddled.

Xiaolan's face was flushed; she seemed to still be recovering from the misunderstanding.

Ai Haibara's expression was as cold as ice, and she would occasionally "accidentally" utter words that sounded like "steps in a murder plan," which made Wen Shui a little uneasy.

I picked up the bowl of warm water and took a sip of the winter melon soup; it tasted incredibly delicious.

The beef curry that Xiaolan brought was also tender and perfectly cooked. Although Suzuki Sonoko's "Fruit Medley" was not very well made, it was good because the fruits were all carefully selected high-quality varieties.

The only slight drawback was that everyone ate in complete silence.

He was clearly still affected by what had just happened.

To ease the awkward atmosphere, Wen Shui, as the host, took the initiative to bring up the topic of the Slit-Mouthed Woman: "By the way, let's talk about serious matters."

"Well, that's what we're saying. We came here today to discuss the Slit-Mouthed Woman, aren't we?" Ran immediately chimed in, seemingly trying to forget what had just happened by changing the subject.

Ai Haibara glanced at Wen Shui indifferently, then put down her soup bowl: "Alright, then tell me what incredible clues you've discovered?"

Wen Shui smiled mysteriously and said to Xiao Lan, "Xiao Lan, take out the developed photos."

Last night, while inspecting Hiroki Kakutani's room at the villa, Onami was worried that the evidence would be sealed by the Metropolitan Police Department, so she had Ran copy it onto her phone beforehand. Just now, on the way, she asked Ran to get the photos developed.

Xiaolan nodded and took a thick kraft paper envelope out of her coat pocket.

She took a stack of photos out of the envelope and placed them on the table.

The top picture is of Ai Haibara bending down to look at the flowers near the villa entrance, with a rare serene smile on her face.

In real life, Ai Haibara blushed instantly, as if her secret had been exposed, and glared angrily at Wen Shui.

Wen Shui was also surprised. He looked at Xiao Lan and asked, "What's going on? Didn't I tell you to develop Yoshinaga Midori's photos?"

Xiaolan scratched her head sheepishly: "I thought this photo was good, so I got it printed out too."

Wen Shui couldn't help but facepalm: "These photos are so thick, could they all be photos of Haibara-san?"

"How could that be? Some of them are mine, and there are quite a few scenic spots that I thought were nice, so I kept them all as souvenirs." Xiaolan explained as she spread the photos out on the table.

Sonoko Suzuki suddenly raised her hand: "Why isn't mine?"

"I'll take your picture separately next time." Sensing that another chaotic scene was about to unfold, Wen Shui picked up a bone and threw it into Suzuki Sonoko's bowl.

"Oh fine."

Sonoko Suzuki lowered her head and started gnawing on the bone, her cute canine teeth easily piercing through the stewed, tender pork cartilage.

Wen Shui directly picked out Yoshinaga Midori's picture from the photos and showed it to everyone: "Don't you guys think this person looks a little familiar?"

Ai Haibara frowned slightly, and after a few seconds, she suddenly widened her eyes, saying with an incredulous expression:

"Is she the victim who was attacked by the Slit-Mouthed Woman?!"

Wen Shui nodded: "That's right, I didn't expect to stumble upon such an important clue by sheer coincidence..."

Wen Shui and the others then discussed this crucial information while eating.

After seeing the photograph of the young model in Hiroki Kakutani's room, Wenshui was present.

They quickly realized something was wrong.

The girl in the photo, Midori Yoshinaga, looks remarkably like Ume Matsuzaka, the first victim of the laceration incident. It's not just her appearance, but also her demeanor.

However, the first attack on the Slit-Mouthed Woman occurred a few months ago.

The horrific scars on the victim's face are clearly visible in the crime scene photos taken by the Metropolitan Police Department.

The photos in Hiroki Kakutani's camera were taken a week earlier.

In the photo, Yoshinaga Midori has a bright smile, and there is not a trace of injury on her face.

Given our understanding of the world's medical standards, it's simply impossible for humans to recover to this extent in such a short time.

Even if it were true, the exorbitant treatment costs would be beyond the reach of an ordinary high school student who takes revealing photos to earn money.

Unless Matsuzaka Ume has a twin who looks very much like her.

However, thanks to her detective's keen intuition, Wen Shui deduced that the girl in the photo was Matsuzaka Ume.

Unfortunately, after Wen Shui carefully interrogated the self-destructive Hiroki Kakutani, he said that the girl was just someone he contacted casually online.

Hiroki Kakutani also said that there are many girls nowadays who want to make quick money.

Moreover, many of them are part-time. They may just want to buy a designer bag or travel abroad, so they make money by contacting people online. They almost never leave their real identity information, so he doesn't know the other party's specific identity.

But this is no match for lukewarm water.

Even if Yoshinaga Midori, who used an alias, cannot be found, Matsuzaka Ume, who was attacked by the Slit-Mouthed Woman, is on the record of the Metropolitan Police Department.