Conan: The Romantic Daily Life of a Ghost Detective

Wen Shui plans to inquire about Shinichi Kudo from Ran Mouri.

His apartment wasn't far from the Mori family's house. When he passed by a coffee shop, Wen Shui used his meager savings to buy Ran Mori a breakfast of strawberry cake and coffee.

Consider this a return gift for the bento box I gave you yesterday.

However, just as he approached the vicinity of the Mori Detective Agency, he heard the Mori father and daughter arguing coming from a half-open window on the second floor.

"What a joke! Instead of focusing on your studies, why did you suddenly decide to become a detective?" Uncle Mori shouted.

Ran Mouri argued logically: "Being a detective won't affect my studies."

"Your grades in last month's monthly exam were only in the lower middle range, right?" Uncle Maoli said.

Ran Mouri's voice softened slightly: "That's why we need to cultivate interests, otherwise how will we support this family?"

“You don’t need to worry about that. Besides, do you know how tough it is to be a detective these days?” Uncle Mori began to pour out his grievances. “The day before yesterday, I helped a client find his runaway cat. I wandered around the park all day, and in the end, all I earned was enough to buy a dozen beers.”

"That's because you've been focusing all your energy on drinking and playing pachinko," Ran Mouri said confidently. "I'm the daughter of Eri Kisaki, a famous lawyer. This little thing is no problem for me."

The person downstairs thought to themselves: "Shouldn't you have become a lawyer?"

"Could it be because of that Shinichi Kudo kid?" Uncle Mori asked suspiciously. "I advise you not to take him too seriously. Once you enter society, you'll find that the world is actually much bigger than you think..."

"I! Don't! Want! It!"

The sound of Ran Mouri slamming her hand on the table came from the second-floor window.

"I'm going to prove that bastard wrong and make him apologize to me in person!"

“But you’ve never shown any talent in this area since you were little. Your mother and I always thought that becoming a housewife was your only way out. We were worried that you would be bullied by your future husband, so we made you learn karate,” Kogoro Mouri earnestly advised.

"That's...that's too much!"

Ran Mouri was shocked: "How could you say such a thing to your daughter who is going through puberty and has a fragile mind?"

"Who told you to insist on investigating that slit-mouthed woman? That matter isn't as simple as you think." Kogoro Mouri slammed his hand on the table, causing an empty beer can to fall to the floor.

Ran Mouri: "I'm going to school!"

"Wait a minute, where's my breakfast?" Uncle Mori called out from behind.

Ran Mouri slammed the door shut in a huff: "I'm sorry, I don't have any talent for making breakfast either."

"You wretched girl..."

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Then, Ran, dressed in a JK uniform and with a piece of bread in her mouth, appeared in front of Wen Shui.

"Huh? Munko-kun?" Ran Mouri's eyes widened, the bread slice she was holding swaying up and down.

Wen Shui was also stunned. He never expected to actually see a scene that often appears in two-dimensional anime in the real world.

Moreover, this scene doesn't feel out of place at all when it's applied to Ran Mouri.

She already had a pair of big, manga heroine-like eyes, with long, slender eyelashes that shimmered captivatingly in the sunlight, coupled with an incredibly sweet smile.

Even when they do more exaggerated things, it won't make people feel uncomfortable.

Ran Mouri seemed to think that it was impolite, so like a hamster, she ate the piece of bread in a few seconds.

"Sorry, I didn't eat anything this morning." Ran Mouri smiled sheepishly.

With her [Insight Lv1] ability, Wen Shui noticed that she had faint dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she hadn't slept well last night.

Did she have a fight with Shinichi Kudo?

Wen Shui handed over the strawberry cake in her hand: "Perfect timing, I bought a cake for you. Yesterday's bento was really delicious."

"Oh, you're too kind." Ran Mouri stared at the strawberry cake in the transparent box, licked the crumbs off her lips, but looked troubled. "But, I'm on a diet right now..."

Warm Water: "Isn't cake something stored in another stomach?"

"Huh? Is that a saying? Then I won't be polite." Ran Mouri naturally took the cake from Wen Shui's hand.

I was convinced very, very easily.

It seems that for young girls, losing weight is just an excuse to save face.

Ran Mouri put the cake into her schoolbag and then said very seriously, "Next time Matsumoto and his gang ask you to clean the classroom, just say you're here to help out at the karate club. I'll explain the situation to the karate club's advisor."

Upon hearing Ran Mouri's words, Wen Shui's mind immediately conjured up the image of a guy named Takashi Matsumoto.

Because of the original owner's aloof personality, she didn't have a strong presence in the class and always played the role of a background character.

Some tasks that people don't like to do are also assigned to these types of people.

"It's okay, I can handle it myself." Wen Shui smiled.

Compared to the crisis posed by the Black Organization, the delinquent teenagers in the class who liked to bully others were as docile as little white rabbits in a laboratory.

Ran Mouri sighed and didn't insist any further.

Before yesterday, the only impression this student, Wen Shui, had in her mind was that she liked to drink water from the tap next to the club building.

However, the family values ​​instilled in her from a young age made her very good at taking care of a man's face.

Even someone as unassuming as Wen Shui Jun would feel embarrassed if he were protected by a girl, right?

Ran Mouri and Onami walked side by side toward Teitan.

On the second floor of the Mori Detective Agency, Uncle Mori leaned against the window, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, watching the two figures leave with a dark expression.

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It takes about twenty minutes to walk from the Mori Detective Agency to the school.

Although Wen Shui left early, he lingered downstairs at Ran Mouri's house for a while, and now it's time for school.

Along the way, you can see Teitan students in their school uniforms everywhere, gathered in groups of three, chatting about the latest popular topics.

On the way, Wen Shui also heard Ran Mouri's explanation that the reason she suddenly wanted to become a detective was because she was provoked by Shinichi Kudo when she called him last night.

Ran Mouri spoke whatever came to mind, in a very disorganized manner, and even tried to cover up some parts of her thoughts.

It took Wenshui a long time to piece together the whole story.

It seems that yesterday, Ran Mouri mentioned her interest in mystery solving to the other party on the phone, but Shinichi Kudo said some very harsh words to her.

Numizu guessed that Shinichi Kudo didn't want Ran Mouri to get involved in dangerous cases.

From Ran Mouri's perspective, however...

While he said he was going to steal Shinichi Kudo's book, he actually compromised after seeing the philandering cat getting close to his childhood friend and chose to read the Sherlock Holmes stories that he didn't usually like.

However, the other party rejected it.

As she spoke, Ran Mouri exuded a strong aura of a defeated woman.

However, Wen Shui is too lazy to care about other people's business now.

All he wants to do right now is make money.

However, Ran Mouri said that Shinichi Kudo didn't come home last night and that he would be taking leave for the next few days.

This did raise a glimmer of hope in Wen Shui's heart.

Has he turned into Conan?

Ran Mouri stared at Wen Shui for a long time without saying a word, then bit her lip lightly: "Does Wen Shui also think I don't have the talent to be a detective?"

Looking at the pitiful expression on the girl's face, Wen Shui couldn't bear to provoke her any further: "How will you know if you don't try? Isn't youth meant to be squandered?"

"Really?" Ran Mouri's expression changed from gloomy to cheerful.

Then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, she grabbed his arm and said, "By the way, Mr. Wen Shui, how about we work together?"

"cooperate?"

Wen Shui looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“That’s right, aren’t you planning to debut as a novelist and you’re just short of material?” Ran Mouri seemed to have discovered a new world and looked very excited. “I’ll be the detective, and you’ll be my assistant. Let’s work together and make those who look down on us fall flat on our faces.”

But no one looked down on me.

No, last night Shiho Miyano seemed to think he was unreliable.

But he had already written it down in his little notebook.

Once he becomes stronger, Shiho Miyano will feed him tempura with an expression that is both contemptuous and sympathetic.

However, the other party's suggestion did solve the problem that had been troubling him.

That is, how to get involved in a case.

"Warm Water Guy doesn't want to have any regrets about his youth, right?" Ran Mouri continued to tempt her, pointing to a pair of classmates exchanging glances not far away. "Although it's a bit late, isn't there such a thing as debuting in high school?"

If you start working hard now, you might be able to create a memorable journey through your youth before graduation.

Wen Shui hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, then I'll be troubling you from now on."

Ran Mouri smiled warmly, like the summer sun: "Great! It feels just like a story from the Sherlock Holmes stories."

"Sherlock Holmes?"

Ran Mouri looked at him like he was a "newly acquired pet" and explained, "Yes, in the Sherlock Holmes stories, his assistant, Mr. Watson, writes down and publishes each case, right? It feels a lot like what Wen Shui-jun does."

Warm water remained silent for a moment.

I thought to myself, "I'm using your father's template, so you should be calling me Father."

But he was too lazy to dwell on those details: "Should we investigate the Slit-Mouthed Woman?"

Ran Mouri looked troubled: "Uh... well, we don't have to start with something so difficult. I think we should start with something simpler."

You didn't say that upstairs just now.

Ran Mouri changed the subject: "I heard that recently at the National Museum of Art, someone saw the medieval armor on display inside walking on its own at night..."

Wen Shui perked up at the mention of this.

He immediately recalled a classic case from Detective Conan, and the old man, Mikasa, who could easily pin people to the wall.

But without Conan's appearance, will the original cases still be triggered?

Most importantly, can the original cases that have already occurred still serve as excellent source material?

Wen Shui was a little unsure of the name, but he decided to go and see for himself, treating it as a pilgrimage: "Let's go to that art museum after school."