Model worker and his little darling

Pingqing gritted his teeth, reached out and hugged Gin, biting his shoulder. "Hmph, who's trying to run away?"

Then I closed my eyes, cleared my mind of all those random thoughts, adjusted my breathing, and gradually calmed down.

Feeling the steady breathing of the person in his arms, Gin patted Hirai's head, a smile playing on his lips. He couldn't tease the child any longer.

Heiji didn't care about Gin and just found a comfortable position to fall asleep.

The next morning, as soon as Gin opened his eyes, he felt someone move beside him and was relieved to realize it was Taira no Kiyoshi.

But Hirakiyo still sensed something was going on, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Gin had just woken up as well.

Suddenly, he felt a pang of self-loathing. The night before last, he had been unable to sleep because of Gin, but a day had passed, and he was able to sleep peacefully with Gin in his arms.

Tsk, he got used to Gin's presence in just one day.

Pshaw, he's such a casual person.

Gin observed the changes in Heikichi's facial expressions, somewhat puzzled. Did he have something to think about after just waking up?

Noticing the gaze above him, Pingqing looked up and saw Gin's handsome face. He gave a big smile and then kissed Gin's cheek.

Good morning, Koto-chan!

In an instant, Gin's mood improved.

Pingqing woke up to find it was snowing outside. Looking at the fluttering snowflakes outside the window, he was momentarily stunned.

Although he knew the timing was messed up, it was really a bit difficult for him to wear short sleeves yesterday and a cotton coat today, because he didn't have any clothes that thick.

Seeing Hirakiyo standing by the window in a daze, Gin hugged him from behind. "What are you looking at?"

"Koto-chan~, it's snowing."

"Ah."

Pingqing pointed outside, "It was very hot yesterday, and it's snowing today. Don't you think there's something wrong with that?"

Gin frowned. "Something's not right?"

Seeing Gin's puzzled look, Taira smiled slightly, "It's nothing, I was just sleepy."

After eating breakfast quietly, Heikiri tidied himself up, said something to Gin, and then turned around and went to find Uncle Mori.

On the way, I also destroyed the toys Conan left behind.

Just then, the uncle was about to go out to rent a car, so Pingqing went along with him.

"Dad, please drive carefully. If you get into a car accident here, it would be a shame for Ms. Su Fanghongzi, who invited you to be a VIP."

Hearing Xiaolan's words, Pingqing had a bad feeling and immediately changed the subject: "Uncle, who is this Su Fanghongzi? Is she famous?"

"Ms. Su Fang was indeed a famous singer known as the 'Oriental Canary' in the past, but recently she has started a company and is busy all day as the president of the company that handles entertainment business. She rarely stands on stage to sing anymore."

Hmm? It's the company president again. Looks like Tokyo is going to lose another company president.

Suddenly, a tree appeared in front of the uncle, blocking his way. Startled, the uncle drifted in his old Crown and managed to stop successfully, avoiding hitting the tree.

When Pingqing got out of the car, he saw a big tree lying across the road, placed behind a sharp bend, seemingly heading towards Uncle Mori.

"Uncle, there seems to be something on the tree."

The uncle went over and found a note on the tree trunk. The handwriting on it was crooked and messy; it was an anonymous letter.

"Never assist Su Fang Hongzi's charity gala, or you will regret it. The Cursed Mask is the messenger."

Upon hearing this, Ping Qing shuddered. Had he encountered something unclean again?

Uncle Mori accepted the letter and arrived at his destination without incident.

After getting off the car, he looked around at the strangely styled but spectacularly decorated mansion. Its symmetrical design reminded him of Teiji Moriya.

A man who had arrived a step earlier than them was already impatiently taking pictures at the door.

"Hey, that person is Masaki Katagiri, a photographer who has traveled all over the world and captured the beautiful scenery of various countries over the years."

Then another person arrived, and Uncle Mori exclaimed in surprise. The newcomer was none other than the famous home runner, Matsudaira Mamoru.

Then a beautiful woman walked over, Haruka Nagara. She is a famous fortune teller, specializing in tarot cards, and is very popular in magazines and on television.

Pingqing glanced at the people who had come; they were all people of status and position. It seemed that the uncle had also entered the circle of celebrities.

"This house gives me a very ominous feeling; I sense that a great disaster is about to happen." He then raised the tarot cards in his hand.

Pingqing nodded. Indeed, this beautiful woman's divination was very accurate.

Looking at Hirakiyo's expression, Nagara Haruka nodded slightly. "Do you also study divination?"

"No, I just agree with your point of view. It does give people a very bad feeling here."

Conan quietly approached Pingqing and asked with a smile, "Pingqing-nii, when did you start acting so strangely? Could it be that you've fallen for that pretty lady at first sight?"

He glanced at Conan speechlessly. "What love at first sight? I'm not a womanizer. Unlike you, who falls in love with every girl he meets."

Conan immediately retorted, "I'm not like that." He then secretly glanced at Ran.

Suddenly, Pingqing winked at Conan, "How about we make a bet? I have a bad feeling about this place, something bad is going to happen tonight. What do you think?"

"Alright, I think Brother Pingqing is just imagining things. Besides, everyone here tonight is a big shot, how could anything happen?" He was a staunch materialist and never believed in such things.

Pingqing looked at Conan with a leisurely gaze. "Young man, you still don't understand the power within you."

After exchanging a few words, the group decided to go inside first and then continue their pleasantries.

But looking at this luxurious villa, they were all stumped. There were two entrances; which one should they go through?

At that moment, both doors opened, and a maid came out from each one, and they all looked exactly the same.

Ping Qing's eyes lit up. This must be Moriya Teiji's pleasure house! Even he would probably sigh when he came here, "Art really has no limits, you can even add twins."

"According to the rules, the guests invited by Ms. Su Fang are divided into two groups based on their residences: the guests from the east wing go east, and the guests from the west wing go west. In this mansion, if the rules are not followed, disaster will follow, because this is the mansion where the Cursed Mask dwells."

Hearing this, Xiaolan began to feel scared.

Tsk, can't you include something more down-to-earth when you're hosting a banquet?

So they followed the two maids in from both sides and finally gathered in the masquerade hall in the center of the mansion, where all kinds of masks were displayed.

Suddenly, Conan spotted a remote control and, without any manners, pressed it.

Suddenly, the red curtain was lifted, revealing a counter filled with identical masks, all white, with sharp eyes and emotionless smiles, looking very eerie, which startled everyone.

Pingqing picked up his phone and pressed play.

"The demons and ghosts leave quickly, the demons and ghosts leave quickly..."

Upon hearing the strange noise, everyone immediately looked at Ping Qing, and the eerie atmosphere was replaced by a strange one.

Uncle Mori gave Heikiri a speechless look. "What are you doing?"

Pingqing blinked innocently, "I'm a little scared, so I'll cast an exorcism spell first."

He got this from the system when he learned about the Cursed Mask on his way here.

Just as the group was bewildered, the host came over with his secretary and explained: "These are masks by the famous Spanish sculptor, Xavier... He committed suicide when he had sculpted two hundred of them, and these masks were scattered around him when he died."