Ghost Detectives in the Detective World

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She picked up her chopsticks, took the grilled fish from her plate, and placed it over Matsuda's side.

"Then I won't be polite,"

Matsuda didn't seem to care and simply picked up the grilled fish and started eating.

Hoshino Terumi, standing to the side, rested her chin on her hand. Seeing him enjoying his grilled fish so much, a bright smile appeared on her lips.

After dinner, Matsuda didn't wander off anymore. He and Hoshino Terumi watched TV programs together in the living room all night before going to sleep.

The next day, at noon, Hoshino Terumi went to the kitchen to prepare lunch on her own initiative, while Matsuda chatted and assisted her.

He did this to get Hoshino Terumi to talk more.

She wasn't originally a stutterer; it was only due to an accident that she became one.

If you're willing to talk more, things will definitely return to normal soon.

Chapter 228 The Big Star Becomes a Stay-at-Home Wife

The two were chatting happily, and Hoshino Terumi had long since lost the cold, beautiful demeanor she had when they first met.

When facing Matsuda, her bright and pretty face was adorned with a gentle smile.

Seeing that lunch was ready, the two were preparing to set the table and move the food to the dining table.

Unexpectedly, Matsuda's phone rang again.

"Nine times out of ten, it's the Metropolitan Police Department dealing with some kind of case again," Matsuda scratched his head in frustration. "Let's ignore it and eat first."

He had barely finished speaking when he noticed that Hoshino Terumi had already walked over and taken his phone from him.

"Officer Matsuda, work can't be delayed or neglected!"

After seeing Matsuda take the phone, Hoshino Terumi went to the kitchen and started working again.

Matsuda glanced at his phone screen; sure enough, it was Inspector Megure calling again.

"What's wrong, Inspector? Can't you let me rest for a day?" Matsuda said weakly.

"Stop complaining, get over to the Full Paradise Company right now, there's been a bombing!"

Megure said a few words and then immediately hung up the phone.

He knew that the word "explosion" alone was enough for Matsuda to understand the seriousness of the situation.

Just as he had expected, upon hearing that it was a bombing, Matsuda changed his clothes immediately without hesitation.

For the Metropolitan Police Department, murder cases are nothing special; in the world of Detective Conan, they are even more common.

If one or two people don't die every day, Matsuda starts to wonder if something's wrong with Conan, causing the Grim Reaper's aura to weaken.

After quickly changing his clothes, Matsuda said goodbye to Hoshino Terumi and was about to leave the apartment.

Unexpectedly, Hoshino Terumi called out to him at that moment.

"Officer Matsuda, you haven't had lunch. Bring a lunchbox."

"This……"

Matsuda looked at Hoshino Terumi, who was wearing an apron and looked nothing like a big star, but rather more like a housewife. He felt embarrassed to refuse her, so he could only reach out and take the lunchbox.

……

Outside the Mantendo Company building, Matsuda drove Sato's red Mazda into the parking lot.

On the passenger seat was Hoshino Terumi's bento box.

The lid is open, revealing tempura and rice balls inside.

Matsuda had already eaten most of it along the way, and now there was only a little left.

These were all gifts from Hoshino Terumi, so Matsuda couldn't just throw them away.

He could only carry his lunchbox, eating as he quickly walked into the company building of Mantiantang.

As soon as he entered, someone greeted him loudly.

"Matsuda, over here!" Megure shouted.

Upon seeing Matsuda walking quickly towards him, eating from a lunchbox, Megure's face immediately darkened.

"Matsuda, you haven't had lunch yet?"

"Huh, Inspector, how did you know?"

Matsuda picked up a fried shrimp and popped it directly into his mouth.

"I had just finished cooking and was about to eat when you called me here."

"you……"

Megure glared, about to teach Matsuda a lesson, but then remembered he needed him soon, so he had to suppress his anger for the time being and beckoned over Mori to explain the situation.

"The thing is like this..."

As the person directly involved, Mori is recounting the events of the incident to the detectives from the Metropolitan Police Department.

As Matsuda ate his lunch from his lunchbox, he noticed Conan waving at him from the corner.

Why is this kid being so well-behaved today?

Matsuda was a little puzzled.

"Why, what happened?"

As Matsuda spoke, he pointed to a bloodstain on Conan's face.

"They're already injured, is it really necessary to fight so hard?"

"It's them……"

Conan spoke in a low voice to Matsuda.

"them?"

Matsuda paused for a moment, forgetting to chew the fried shrimp he had put in his mouth.

"Is it the Black Organization?"

“That’s right,” Conan said with a gloomy expression. “The dead man was named Tequila. He mentioned the names Gin and Vodka on the phone.”

"That's it..."

Matsuda glanced at Conan, whose face was tense, then suddenly took a fried shrimp from the lunchbox and stuffed it into Conan's mouth.

"what about the taste?"

"……good,"

Conan answered instinctively, then said angrily,

"Officer Matsuda, I have something important to discuss with you!"

“I’m talking to you about serious matters,” Matsuda patted Conan’s head. “It’s best if you don’t get involved in this matter. Just tell me what you know and wait for news.”

"Impossible!" Conan retorted immediately. "If that's your mindset, then I absolutely will not tell you what I know."

"What's the word?"

Matsuda frowned, took the last rice ball from the lunchbox, and while eating, tried to persuade him.

"Aren't you worried that you'll stand out too much and get exposed?"

"Hmph, that's easy for you to say!" Conan rolled his eyes at Matsuda. "I'll handle my own problems!"

After saying that, he ignored Matsuda and walked away without looking back.

This kid still needs to be taught a lesson.

Watching Conan's retreating figure, Matsuda pursed his lips, feeling speechless.

……

"Judging from the situation, the bomb was probably planted in the toilet door or somewhere else a long time ago."

The forensic officers were collecting clues left at the scene when they spoke to Megure, who was standing nearby.

"So, it could be a terrorist attack?"

Megure's face and heart instantly darkened.

If it's a terrorist act, then it certainly won't be the only one!

Next, explosions might happen in other parts of Mihua as well!

"It cannot be confirmed at the moment; all we know is that there was indeed only one victim."

The forensic officer scratched his head.

"Because it was blown to pieces, its identity cannot be confirmed yet."

"This is troublesome enough." Matsuda walked over, biting into a rice ball. "It's a pity, it would have been better if someone had seen it."

As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes to a little kid next to him.

"whispering sound,"

Conan pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said...

“Inspector Megure, I happened to see this dead man. He was a very tall Kansai man.”

"Oh? Really? Conan?" Inspector Megure exclaimed in surprise.

“Of course it’s true, Inspector,” Matsuda said irritably. “That brat, when has he not been a witness in every case!”

"Hey!" Conan glared angrily.

Megure, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up to reprimand him.

"Matsuda, can you please stop eating!"

"Don't rush, Inspector, this is the last rice ball."

Matsuda held up the rice ball he had already bitten most of and laughed.

"This was made by a big star, it wouldn't be good to waste it."