Model worker and his little darling

After glancing at the utterly disappointed Uncle Mori, the forensic investigator spoke again, saying that the only things in the entire office that showed signs of toxicity, besides the deceased's thumb, were a few banknotes, the doorknob, and the door lock. Moreover, the toxicity on these items was all from the thumb.

Inspector Megure asked the group if they had touched anything since arriving there, and Naoki Minami said he had only touched his phone.

In the blink of an eye, Fujii Takako disappeared. Upon searching, they found her boiling water in the kitchen, saying she was going to make tea. Inspector Megure immediately stopped her crazy behavior.

After learning that she and Hiroshi Iino had both gone to the restroom and that Hiroshi Iino had even touched the computer, Inspector Megure was furious.

After taking two deep breaths, I saw Nan Ze Shangshan also come out of the toilet.

Inspector Megure and Uncle Mori were instantly furious, and they unleashed a torrent of angry shouts at the three of them, using a large head filter.

Pingqing silently took a picture of this scene. It has to be said that this company is full of talented people. The crime scene was completely destroyed.

Before long, the three began to fight amongst themselves, revealing each other's motives for murder. These included embezzlement of company funds and a client who had run away with a large loan…

Inspector Megure checked the people's belongings again, but still found nothing useful. Uncle Mori stood to the side, looking equally frustrated.

At that moment, Uncle Mori yawned, and Inspector Megure immediately looked over with anticipation. "Brother Mori, are you finally going to start?"

Uncle Mori scratched his head awkwardly; he really had just yawned and had absolutely no clue about the case.

Inspector Megure rolled his eyes at Uncle Mori, who had been so happy for nothing.

Suddenly, Inspector Megure spotted Heikichi standing by the wall and greeted him with a smile, "Heikichi, did you find anything today?"

Uncle Mori looked at Inspector Megure's retreating figure with a resentful expression, lamenting how quickly he had lost the officer's favor.

Hirakiyo nodded. "I noticed that Fujii Takako has been maintaining the same posture since just now. I suspect she is the murderer."

Inspector Megure glared at Hirakiyo. "If you found something, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Could he say it's because these guys are so much fun tonight that he wants to watch them a little longer?

"Brother Taira, this case is all up to you. Brother Mori is out of a job tonight."

Pingqing nodded, pretended to stroll around, asked a few questions, and then instructed Takagi to prepare things.

A moment later, Takagi nodded at him.

So Pingqing walked to the middle of the room, cleared his throat, and it was time for him to show off.

"Ahem, please be quiet, everyone. You will soon hear a call from hell."

“zi~”

A piercing sound came from the kitchen. Inspector Megure ran over and saw that the water had boiled. He immediately realized that the murderer had smeared poison on the gas control handle.

“Miss Fujii Takako, you added bleach to your handkerchief, which can remove the poison from your hand. You can tell this by simply putting a drop of iodine on your handkerchief. Also, this is why you have been hiding your left hand after boiling water.”

After listening, Fujii Takako confessed to his crime and slowly began to tell his tragic story.

Pingqing walked to the door. He didn't like listening to these tragic stories; he preferred tales of mountain demons and monsters, and bizarre treasure hunts.

On his way home, Uncle Mori was very depressed, thinking about why his neck didn't feel any stinging sensation tonight, and why he didn't perform the "Sleeping Kogoro" act at crucial moments like before.

Seeing the uncle's distressed expression, Pingqing wanted to tell him the truth for a moment, but she held back.

When he got home, he saw that Gin had called him. He had left his phone in the system space and knew nothing about it.

"Xiao Qi, why didn't you tell me?"

【Host, you were showing off at the time, so you wouldn't have responded anyway.】

Ping Qing choked on his words, "Indeed."

"No, I didn't answer the phone before to avoid Conan, but he's not here today. Xiao Qi, it's all your fault."

Xiaoqi:......

Destroy this host! He doesn't want it anymore.

"Koto-chan~, what do you need?"

"Tomorrow at 3 PM, there will be a memorial service for the famous film director Akira Sakamaki at the Beika City Hotel. You and Vermouth will go in to assist Pisco in assassinating Shigehiko Tobuchi. I will provide covert support. Your main concern is the guinea pig; the plan must not be exposed."

Pingqing took a sip of water. Originally, Gin was supposed to be chasing Sherry, but now he's the one protecting her. What a twist of fate.

"What should the FBI and the police do?"

"You don't need to worry about it, leave it to Sila and the others when the time comes."

Hearing this, Ping Qing breathed a sigh of relief; tomorrow he would be a slacker.

"Understood, I'll be careful tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Pingqing counted on her fingers.

He worked for Rum for two days, slept for one day, and five days passed in total. That's very much like Ke Xue.

"Xiao Qi, how's Conan doing? Have you found out about the City Hotel yet?"

【Host, who are you looking down on? They already found out. Do you think they wouldn't show up in a situation like this?】

Upon hearing this, he slapped his forehead, realizing he had been out of his mind.

Even if Gin didn't reveal any information, Conan and Ai Haibara's intelligence would be enough to pinpoint the memorial service, since Shigehiko Tobuchi had already been under police surveillance.

As Ping Qing was registering for entry, the emcee smiled and handed him a purple handkerchief.

Pingqing walked in leisurely. Anyway, everything had been arranged by Pisco. He exchanged glances with his own people and then looked at Tonguchi Shigehiko, who was surrounded by a group of reporters.

He strolled leisurely to the corner and observed for a while. He noticed that many people had their handkerchiefs in their pockets. After circling around twice, Conan was about to label more than a dozen people as suspects.

Suddenly, Heikiri saw two figures peeking out from beside the large round table. Judging from Haibara's composed demeanor, they were clearly there to face their deaths.

Pingqing sighed and silently followed behind the two, watching Conan hide under the table and call the police.

Haibara was terrified upon sensing the organization's presence. Ping Qing curled his lip, thinking, "With this kind of mentality, she's still coming to her death." He immediately drugged Haibara, covered her with his coat, and carried her downstairs.

Upon seeing Professor Agasa's car, Hirai walked over and drugged the professor, then drove the two of them back to the professor's house.

Seeing the two sleeping soundly, Pingqing sent a message to Gin and then teleported back to the venue.

After Conan finished making the phone call, he turned around and found that Ai Haibara was gone, so he immediately started running around the venue.

Heiji was about to drug Conan and lock him in the bathroom to prevent the FBI or Public Security personnel from touching him and blaming the organization.

Just then, the door opened, and Inspector Megure walked in with a group of his underlings.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's now enjoy a slideshow that Director Sakamaki kept privately and did not make public during his lifetime."

"Clap!"

The lights in the venue suddenly went out.

Seeing that things were about to get out of hand, Hirai abandoned his idea of ​​drugging Conan. Oh well, let him experience the darkness of the world.

In the darkness, Pingqing stood silently behind the reporter with the camera and killed him with a single stab.

At the same time, a gunshot, muffled by a silencer, rang out in the air. Immediately afterwards, a series of sounds of shattering glass echoed throughout the venue.

Heiji teleported behind Conan and caught the handkerchief that floated down from the sky, then silently left.

Conan sensed someone behind him and turned around abruptly, but found nothing.

After the operation in the dark was over, the lights finally came on.