Model worker and his little darling

Gin looked at his own hands, then at Hirai, whose body was exposed on the bed.

Yes, it's because the quality of Pingqing's clothes is poor.

Hirai looked at Gin with sleepy eyes. What happened?

He sat up, glanced at Gin, then looked down at his clothes, muttering to himself, "So I wasn't dreaming. They really fought."

Gin was speechless. "Alright, get up and eat quickly."

Suddenly, Pingqing darted in front of Gin, put his arm around Gin's waist, and said in a cheeky tone, "Gin-chan~, you don't have to tear my clothes if you want to sleep with me."

Looking at Pingqing's shoulder, Gin's eyes flickered slightly. He pulled away the hand on his waist, turned around, and walked outside.

Pingqing pouted, not even bothering to say sorry.

After leisurely changing his clothes and walking to the cafeteria, he found that Gin was already eating, so he must have been really hungry.

After the two finished their meal in silence...

"Koto-chan~, there's nothing more for me to do after this, right?"

Gin thought for a moment and then shook his head.

Pingqing immediately waved to Gin, "If there's nothing else, I'll go home first. Just remember to call me when you're ready to make your move."

Watching Pingqing's joyful figure disappear into the distance, Gin took a deep breath; he still had things to take care of.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw Xiaolan running down in a hurry.

"Xiao Lan, what are you doing?"

“Brother Pingqing, Dad went to play mahjong and hasn’t come back yet. I’m going to go find him.”

Pingqing figured he had nothing else to do, so he went to the mahjong parlor with Xiaolan.

"Ran, where's Conan? He didn't come with you today."

Ran's mood instantly soured when Conan was mentioned.

"Conan's in trouble. He's been staying with Professor Agasa for the past couple of days, saying he wants to try out the new game the professor developed. But when I went to see him, both the professor and Ai looked worried. Hirakiyo-san, did Conan say anything to you?"

Pingqing shook his head. It seemed that their encounter a few days ago had left a considerable shadow on the three of them. He wondered what they had discussed.

"Brother Pingqing, how can I help him?"

"Xiaolan, why don't you just ask him directly? The most important thing in a relationship is honesty."

Xiaolan gently shook her head. "He won't tell."

Pingqing sighed. Ran was still the same as before. She saw through Conan's identity but didn't say anything. She kept waiting for Conan to speak up, but Conan and Haibara acted and fooled Ran.

The two soon arrived at a mahjong parlor, where a lively mahjong game was in full swing.

Uncle Mori had just won a round, and his opponent was about to leave. Hirai gave the man an approving look; indeed, one should stay away from death, or one won't be able to leave soon.

Seeing that they were one player short, Uncle Mori's mahjong partner noticed that Xiaolan had an extraordinary physique and suggested that Xiaolan help them complete the game.

Ping Qing glanced at the man in surprise. If the lucky Xiao Lan were to play, you guys could expect to go home naked.

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan immediately and firmly refused, "I don't want to, I don't want to play this kind of gray and unhealthy adult game."

Seeing that Xiaolan wasn't playing, they looked at Pingqing, who immediately shook his head, saying he didn't know how to play.

Suddenly, Uncle Mori's mahjong partner pointed to the Hida Financial Company across the street and said, "President Hida just said he was coming over to play mahjong, but it's been so long, why hasn't he come yet?"

Pingqing's eyes lit up. So today's murder didn't happen at the mahjong parlor. However, the deceased was still our kind and familiar club president.

Uncle Mori stood up and said he would know once he saw one.

The group walked to the company entrance and knocked on the door, but no one answered. Fortunately, a company employee named Nan Zeshangshan walked over at that moment.

As he opened the door for everyone, he remarked that the company president was counting money really late, while he himself came to retrieve his phone that he had left at the company.

In the lobby, the group did not see the president, so they went straight to the president's office inside.

The president's office door was locked, and there was no response to knocking.

Nanzawa Naoki said that the vault was in the president's office, so only President Hida had the key to that door.

Uncle Mori said he had a solution.

"duang~"

The middle-aged man burst through the door.

President Feitian was lying on the ground, his movements stiff, his face contorted, and covered with a lot of money.

Uncle Mori went up and checked Hida's pulse, then announced that he was calling the police.

Soon, Inspector Megure arrived at the scene, rolled his eyes at Uncle Mori as usual, and cursed him as a plague.

Takagi glanced at everyone present and said in surprise, "Conan isn't here today."

Ran explained, "Conan went to see Professor Agasa today."

Takagi nodded and got down to work on the case.

Looking at Takagi's retreating figure, Hirakiyo thought, "No wonder he's the Shinigami's favorite underling."

Conan went to great lengths for Takagi. He remembered one time when Takagi lacked confidence in solving a case, so Conan even used Inspector Megure's voice to call Takagi to encourage her, and then helped her solve the case.

In the early stages, when Takagi and Shiratori were vying for Sato's affections, Conan firmly sided with Takagi.

Inspector Megure was explaining the deceased's information to everyone: "The deceased is Mitsuhiro Hida, 53 years old. The preliminary cause of death is determined to be asphyxiation caused by potassium cyanide. The time of death is between 7:00 and 7:30 tonight."

Takagi also confirmed that the president's office doors and windows were locked from the inside, and the only key to the door was on the table inside.

There are security cameras at the entrance. The footage shows that no one else came in for two whole hours after President Feida went in until they arrived.

Uncle Mori asked where the last three people who left work were.

Nan Ze Shangshan said he was one of them, and two other colleagues were quickly called over as well.

Takako Fujii and Hiroshi Iino were both bewildered when they were suddenly called over, especially Takako Fujii, who was quite angry.

Uncle Mori casually walked to the president's body and pulled back the white sheet.

"Look, your boss was murdered tonight."

This startled the two of them. Pingqing looked at Uncle Mori and was surprised that the uncle was so ruthless tonight. He really wanted to say "Well done."

Fujii Takako casually lit a cigarette and said it was good that the president died. Her suspicious attitude made Uncle Mori restless.

Ping Qing looked around. It was a classic three-way choice: two men and one woman. The murderer should be Fujii Takako.

Suddenly, he noticed that Nan Ze Shangshan was nervously biting his hand.

"Does your company president have any particular habits when counting money?"

"He has a habit of fanning out the money, then licking his fingers while counting the bills, and he always licks his right thumb."

After getting the answer from Minami Shozen, Uncle Mori immediately asked about the source of the money.

When he learned that it was Hiroshi Iino who handed the money to the president, Uncle Mori showed off, saying, "The murderer is Mr. Iino. You poisoned these banknotes beforehand."

However, the forensic technician proved the banknotes' innocence with just a few words.

At that moment, Inspector Megure noticed a cup of coffee, which Takako Fujii said she had made for the company president before leaving get off work.

So Uncle Mori then set his sights on Takako Fujii, and the forensic expert once again spoke up to say that there was no poison reaction on the coffee cup.

Pingqing really wanted to tell that forensic officer, "Be careful, Uncle Mori might bring the Grim Reaper to your house and film an episode."

(P.S.: While writing this chapter, I kept thinking about my high school homeroom teacher. He would lick his fingers first, then tear off two test papers and give them to each table, so that everyone in the class had his saliva on their test papers ╮(╯▽╰)╭)