Ghost Detectives in the Detective World

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Although he was full of questions, no matter what he thought about it, the system remained silent. Clearly, his system did not have the ability to read minds and answer his questions.

Matsuda could only raise his hand and try tapping the attribute panel in mid-air. Fortunately, this time, it responded.

Whenever Matsuda touches on terms like "cultivation level," "magical artifact," "merit," or "sin," the system adds an extra line of text explaining them.

"Cultivation Level: Ordinary Ghost. (The longer a ghost-like creature lingers in the world, the stronger its cultivation becomes. It can also increase its cultivation by devouring other ghosts.)"

"Identity: Ghost Messenger. (A low-level staff member of the Underworld, who can be promoted using merit points.)"

"Magic Weapons: None available. (The host can use merit points to exchange for weapons specifically designed to counter ghosts and demons at the system.)"

"Merit Points: 6200. (Whether it's capturing criminals or judging evil spirits, the host will gain corresponding merit points. Merit points can be exchanged for magical artifacts, promoted in the underworld, and used to eliminate sins.)"

"Sins: None at the moment. (If the host's actions cross the line and harm the innocent, sins will be incurred. Sins will reduce the host's lifespan; only merit can offset sins.)"

……

"It turns out to be a ghost-catching system, but in the Detective Conan world, is it really useful?"

Thinking of this, Matsuda looked up and saw that the ghosts in the hospital were all looking at him.

However, their gazes were strange, as if they were looking at a fool.

"Well, it seems this system is quite useful after all."

Matsuda nodded, then asked in an annoyed tone,

"What's wrong with me? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Huh? You can still see us?" A young female ghost looked surprised. "Didn't you come back to life?"

"You've come back to life, but judging from your appearance, has something wrong with your brain?" the old ghost asked. "We saw everything you were doing just now. You were gesturing in the air, looking like you'd discovered something, like you were a..."

“…Fool!” the little boy ghost replied without thinking.

"My mind is perfectly fine!" Matsuda glared angrily at the ghosts. "I was just trying to move my arms and joints. After lying in bed for three years, my body has become rusty!"

"Is that so?" The little boy smiled mischievously. "That's such a pity!"

"Fuck off!"

Matsuda waved his hand, trying to drive away the ghosts, but his hand passed right through their bodies.

"Haha, you can't touch me! You can't touch me! You can't touch me..." The little boy floated triumphantly in mid-air, making all sorts of funny faces from time to time.

"Alright, let's stop bothering Officer Matsuda," a plump, kind-looking middle-aged female ghost said. "He's only just woken up, so let's not cause him any more trouble."

Led by several older ghosts, the ghosts in the ward quickly passed through the walls and left.

Unlike Matsuda, who was in a ghostly state and unable to leave his physical body, the ghosts whose physical bodies had completely died were free to move around. They each had their own reasons for staying in the hospital.

With the ghosts gone, the ward returned to silence.

Matsuda struggled to get off the hospital bed, wanting to go to the bathroom to see his current state.

Although I had watched it countless times as a ghost before, a different perspective naturally leads to a different mindset.

But he forgot that he hadn't been active for three years, and his muscles had atrophied so much that he almost collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, Matsuda managed to grab the wall in time, then took a difficult, unsteady step and walked into the bathroom of the ward.

With the help of the mirror above the sink, Matsuda finally saw his own face clearly.

Ok!

Although his face was somewhat gaunt due to being in a coma for three years, the explosion did not leave any scars on his face.

With proper rest and recuperation, regaining his original handsome appearance is just a matter of time.

Matsuda was looking at the scene intently when he suddenly felt a jolt. He turned around and saw that the nurse from before had somehow entered and was gently shaking his arm.

"what happened?"

“That’s great, Officer Matsuda,”

The nurse patted her chest, looking relieved.

“When I came in just now, I saw you staring blankly at the mirror. I called you several times but you didn’t respond.”

"I was worried that something was wrong with your health because you had been unconscious for too long."

"Alright, Officer Matsuda, you've only just woken up, so please lie back down on the bed!"

As the nurse spoke, she forcibly helped Matsuda back to his bed.

"Officer Matsuda, you have been lying in bed for three years. Your muscles have atrophied. If you want to move around, you need to undergo rehabilitation first."

"The doctor will examine you soon and then arrange a rehabilitation plan, so please don't worry!"

"Sorry for causing you trouble..." Matsuda grinned awkwardly.

Unexpectedly, the nurse suddenly took out a notebook from behind her back and said shyly, "Officer Matsuda, could you please sign this for me?"

"Me? Signature? I'm not exactly a famous person, am I?" Matsuda was a little confused.

"Officer Matsuda, you may not be a big star, but you are the hero who saved our hospital!"

The nurse's face was full of admiration.

“Three years ago, I had just started working here. If you hadn’t risked your life to locate the bomb, perhaps I, and this hospital, would no longer exist.”

"Although the hospital you were taken to after being injured by the bomb wasn't here, we later heard that you had been in a coma, so the hospital director decided to transfer you to our hospital for free treatment. After all, you are a hero who saved our hospital!"

Unable to resist the nurse's enthusiasm, Matsuda could only write his name on it.

The nurse took the notebook, then said apologetically, "Actually, a few of my colleagues also want your autograph, but I didn't know..."

“Of course,” Matsuda smiled slightly. “I’m so grateful for your care over the past three years. It’s just an autograph, nothing at all.”

Upon hearing this, the nurse immediately opened the door to the ward.

A dozen or so young and pretty girls rushed into the ward, most of them nurses, and two young female doctors as well.

Surrounded by women, Matsuda couldn't help but sigh as he looked at all the beautiful girls gathered around his hospital bed, realizing that he might have reached the pinnacle of his life.

At this moment, the nurse in charge of taking care of him reminded him, "By the way, Officer Matsuda, I just notified your girlfriend that you've woken up, and she should be here soon."

"my girlfriend?"

Matsuda blinked before realizing that she was referring to Sato Miwako.

"Speaking of which, Officer Matsuda's girlfriend is also a police officer."

"She was also very devoted to Officer Matsuda. When Officer Matsuda was in a coma for three years, she would come to stay by his bedside almost every weekend."

……

Just as the doctors and nurses were chattering about Matsuda and Sato, a sharp, piercing screech of brakes suddenly rang out.

Ms. Fujishima, who was in charge of taking care of Matsuda, went to the window to check the situation. She saw a red Mazda parked in the parking lot in front of the hospital building below, and its owner, Miwako Sato, had already gotten out of the car and was running quickly toward the hospital building.

“It’s Officer Sato. I didn’t expect her to arrive so quickly,” Ms. Fujishima chuckled and clapped her hands. “Let’s all leave now. The two officers must have a lot to talk about.”

Seeing this, the other doctors and nurses also wisely left the ward.

A moment later, Miwako Sato appeared at the door of the ward.

“Sato…” Matsuda called out softly.

"Matsuda..."

Miwako Sato lowered her head and slowly walked to the bedside.

"Fool!"

The beautiful policewoman, with her head down, suddenly shouted a curse.

"what?"

Matsuda was taken aback by this treatment and was still somewhat stunned when he felt a tightness in his chest as Sato threw himself into his arms.

Amidst sobs, the policewoman raised her head.

Matsuda then noticed her already red eyes and the tears rolling down her face.

"Idiot, don't do such a stupid thing again," Sato hugged Matsuda tightly. "Do you know, I... I..."

Seeing her crying, Matsuda felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

For the past three years, Sato had come to the hospital to visit him every week. Thinking of her unwavering support during those three years, Matsuda raised his arm and gently embraced the policewoman.

"...I promise you, it definitely won't happen again."

After saying that, Matsuda lowered his head and kissed him.

……

After the kiss in the hospital room, the relationship between Matsuda and Sato suddenly became somewhat awkward.

Although they had feelings for each other three years ago, Matsuda and Sato had only spent a total of seven days in contact.

He remained in a coma for the next three years.

After that day, although Sato would come to the hospital whenever he had free time to accompany Matsuda during her rehabilitation, he never mentioned their relationship.

Matsuda was also unsure of her thoughts, so he simply put aside his plan to clarify their relationship for the time being.

……

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed.

Matsuda's health has gradually recovered, and he will be able to be discharged from the hospital in a few days.

That evening, Sato was exercising with him as usual when suddenly her phone rang.

After answering the phone, Sato said a few words briefly before rushing off to find a doctor.

"What's wrong?" Matsuda asked curiously.

"Yaryu Bank's general manager, Yamazaki, died at a banquet. Inspector Megure asked me to find a doctor to investigate the host of the banquet."

Sato gave a brief reply and then left the rehabilitation room.

Yamazaki?

Matsuda paused, feeling that the name seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

Two hours later, Sato returned to the rehabilitation room, his smile back on his face.