Ghost Detectives in the Detective World

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"What's wet?"

Matsuda placed his hand on the buttons of his shirt, puzzled.

"Here..."

Kujo picked up the suit jacket Matsuda had taken off and pointed to the chest area.

That's where Kujo was crying next to Matsuda just now.

Now, although the tears have dried, they still left many marks on the chest of his suit.

"you……"

Matsuda was completely stunned; this was nothing like what he had imagined.

"I'll wash your clothes, since I'm the one who got them dirty." Kujo looked at Matsuda with difficulty. "But if your shirt is dirty too, it'll be a bit of a problem. I don't have any men's clothes for you to change into."

"My shirt is fine, but I'm in trouble."

Matsuda slumped onto the sofa in utter disappointment.

"you?"

Kujo looked at Matsuda with a puzzled expression at first, then thought carefully about what had just happened.

Only then did I realize why Matsuda was disappointed.

"Idiot! What are you thinking!"

Reiko Kujo blushed slightly, snorted angrily, picked up Matsuda's suit, and stuffed it directly into the washing machine.

Matsuda lay on the sofa, listening to the washing machine start spinning.

His previously disappointed expression suddenly froze.

Got it!

My police manual is still in my coat!

If that thing gets destroyed, that would be a real disaster!

Thinking of this, Matsuda rushed to the bathroom.

Kujo, seeing the washing machine start working, was also preparing to come out.

The two bumped into each other right at the doorway.

The bathroom doorway was already a bit slippery.

Upon impact, Kujo lost his footing and immediately fell to the ground.

Matsuda tried to help her up, but his foot slipped and he fell down as well.

The two lay on the ground, one on top of the other.

"...Take it away!"

Kujo coughed lightly, blushing as she said the same thing as last time.

"Ah, oh, sorry!"

Matsuda hurriedly got up and removed his hand, which had been in the wrong place when he fell.

As Kujo was about to get up, he saw Matsuda's outstretched hand.

"Let me help you."

"Thank you."

Kujo instinctively grabbed Matsuda's hand.

But as he pulled her up, Kujo realized where his hand had been.

Her face, which had calmed down, suddenly felt hot again.

The two looked at each other and suddenly felt that the scene before them was somewhat familiar.

A similar incident occurred last time in the First Division office due to Takagi's recklessness.

At that moment, Kujo suddenly frowned.

"what happened?"

Matsuda noticed that she seemed unsteady on her feet and quickly went over to support her.

"I think I twisted my ankle, ouch..."

Kujo gasped in pain, cold sweat beading on his fair forehead.

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

Matsuda said something to himself, then quickly helped her to sit on the sofa.

"Why were you in such a hurry just now?" Kujo complained.

"It happened!"

Matsuda then remembered what had been causing him so much anxiety. He rushed to the bathroom, turned off the washing machine, and took out the clothes that had already gone through several cycles.

Then he pulled out his police manual from his pocket.

Fortunately, the police handbook itself is made of plastic, and the page with detailed information is printed on oil-based paper.

Although water has seeped in, the writing hasn't become blurred.

When Kujo saw Matsuda come out with the wet police manual, she realized that she hadn't checked if there was anything else in the clothes when she threw them into the washing machine.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." Kujo said hurriedly.

Police handbooks are very important to police officers.

Once lost or damaged, replacing it is quite a hassle.

"It's nothing, just a little wet."

Matsuda put the police manual on the balcony; it should be fine after airing it out for a while.

Then he went back inside and saw Kujo frowning as he rubbed her small ankle.

Matsuda thought for a moment, then went to the bathroom to find a towel, and then rummaged through the refrigerator for some ice cubes.

Then wrap the ice cubes in a towel and place it on Jiutiao's ankle to apply a cold compress.

Kujo watched as Matsuda carefully moved the towel little by little, and suddenly said, "...Thank you."

"Why do you say that? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in this situation."

Matsuda looked at Kujo's swollen ankle.

"It's so swollen, you might as well not go to work for the next couple of days..."

Matsuda only made the suggestion, but Kujo rejected it immediately after hearing only half of it.

"There are still cases that haven't been finished in the office. Even if I can't go to court, I still need to deal with those cases in the office."

“But with your foot in this condition, it’s best not to walk for the next couple of days,” Matsuda said, sounding troubled.

"Didn't you just say you did it?!" Kujo said suddenly, chin raised. "Then you have to take responsibility!"

"...Don't worry, I will definitely take responsibility," Matsuda replied with a wry smile.

Kujo had only meant it as a joke, but to his surprise, Matsuda actually agreed.

Just as she was about to explain, Matsuda said, "Don't worry, I'll come over every day to pick you up and drop you off at get off work until your foot is healed."

Chapter 67 Princess Hug

"To pick me up from get off work?"

Kujo paused for a moment, then suddenly, as if possessed, added a sentence.

"How about... you stay here for the next few days?"

After saying that, seeing Matsuda's strange look, Kujo blushed slightly and added, "Don't misunderstand, I can only let you sleep on the sofa. After all, it would be too tiring for you to run around every day, and I would feel bad about it. Besides, I can only let you sleep on the sofa until my foot injury heals."

Matsuda considered it for a moment. Given his lazy nature, he usually arrived at work right on time.

If I don't live here, it would be a real problem to pick up and drop off Kujo every day on time.

"That's fine then, I'll take care of you for the next few days."

"But don't worry, I swear I won't go to your room tonight. If I do, I'm a beast!"

……

The next day, Matsuda drove Kujo's car and first went to the prosecutor's office.

After getting out of the car, he ignored Kujo's protests and carried her directly out of the passenger seat.

Then, he simply carried Kujo in a princess carry and brought her into the office.

On the way from the parking lot to the Kujo office, I was met with all sorts of strange looks.

"No way, Miss Kujo is being carried in a princess carry by a man..."

"Who is that bastard! How dare he touch Miss Kujo..."

"Waaaa, my Madonna, my first love dream is shattered..."

……

If heartbreak had a sound, the places Matsuda and Kujo passed through would probably all be filled with the sound of cracking.

After Matsuda placed her on the office chair, Kujo blushed and said, "Actually, you could have helped me over here."

She usually maintains a cool and aloof demeanor in the prosecutor's office, and almost no other men, whether they secretly admire her or are afraid of her, dare to stare directly at Kujo.

But today, Kujo was under constant surveillance the whole way.

This made her feel very uncomfortable.

"It's alright. Even if I help you, walking on one leg is still inconvenient," Matsuda smiled. "If you hurt your foot again, who knows how long it will take to heal."

He returned to his car, retrieved the cane he had prepared earlier, and placed it next to Kujo's desk.

"You even prepared this?" Kujo asked in surprise.