Model worker and his little darling

Seeing Gin's face grow increasingly dark, Taira Kiyoshi was quite pleased and continued to fan the flames.

"Koto-chan~, I have another question. In the tunnel just now, that person's blood didn't splatter on you, did it? It's all Vodka's fault for coming up with that bad idea."

Qin's face darkened further upon hearing this. Vodka, sensing the murderous aura emanating from his older brother, knew he was doomed and immediately drew his pistol, ready to finish off Shinichi.

Gin stopped Vodka from doing so, took out APTX4869, and shoved it into Shinichi Kudo's mouth.

"Vodka, let's go."

Pingqing stared at the two people's backs; it seemed they were leaving hand in hand.

As for Hirai, Gin said he didn't want to see that sea urchin head.

He's usually quiet when on missions, but today he's been talking so much it's giving him a headache.

Looking curiously at Shinichi Kudo, who was curled up in pain due to the effects of the drug, Hirai shook his head. This was the consequence of being too curious.

Pingqing suddenly remembered the ominous feeling Ran had when she watched anime in her previous life, when Shinichi Kudo said goodbye to Ran and followed Vodka. It was an ominous feeling that she would never see Shinichi again.

Pingqing sighed, "Women's sixth sense is really accurate."

Seeing that Shinichi Kudo had shrunk in the distance, Hiraikiyo left the darkness.

Just as Pingqing was about to go back, take a nice bath, and get some sleep, something suddenly occurred to her.

"Xiaoqi, did Kudo solve a kidnapping case as Conan tonight?"

【Yes, host!】

"Give me the address of that restaurant, and I'll take you to see a play."

[Host, I've sent you the address of Qianhe Hotel~]

Pingqing drove directly to the Qianhe Hotel.

As he entered the hotel, he saw a hotel employee walk into the changing room. Pingqing followed her. Luckily, there wasn't much people around, or he would have been mistaken for a pervert and taken to the police station.

After drugging the waitress, he disguised himself in her image, walked towards the front desk, checked the registration records, glanced at the people around him, and quietly went upstairs.

I took out my room key and went inside. I saw a very cute little girl watching TV in the room.

"Little friend, is there anything you need? You can tell Auntie!"

"No need, Auntie, thank you for your concern." After saying that, the little girl fell asleep.

Pingqing nodded in satisfaction. What a lovely little girl.

I had just taken out my phone to call the housekeeper when I heard a knock on the door.

Pingqing remembered that the little girl and the housekeeper had planned a fake kidnapping, but who knew that she would be kidnapped for real later.

Pingqing stood secretly behind the door and saw a shifty-eyed man open the door and come in, reaching out his wicked hands toward the sleeping girl on the bed.

Pingqing pulled out a silenced pistol and killed the man with a single shot.

"I guess I did a good deed. Such a bloody scene isn't suitable for children to watch. Luckily, you've already passed out," Pingqing muttered to himself as he made a phone call to the housekeeper.

"Hello, are you Mr. Aso? Please tell your master that his daughter, Akiko Tani, is currently in my hands. Prepare 300 million yen within an hour and deliver it to the underground parking lot of the Qianhe Hotel. Otherwise, I can't guarantee he'll ever see his lovely daughter again. Remember to come alone, Butler Aso. And don't call the police!"

Butler Aso immediately found Mr. Gu: "Sir, Miss has been kidnapped. The woman is demanding a ransom of 300 million yen be delivered to the underground parking lot of the Qianhe Hotel within one hour, and she won't let us call the police."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Gu prepared the ransom while simultaneously having someone contact Kogoro Mouri.

If he can't call the police, he can still hire a detective.

Pingqing sat in the car, took out his computer, hacked into the hotel's surveillance system, and saw Aso drive alone to the parking lot.

"Mr. Aso, I see you~. Now turn left, then right, and put the ransom next to the pillar. Now you can go back."

"Where is Miss? How is Miss?"

"Don't worry, the girl is safe. Someone will take her home in a little while."

"You absolutely must ensure the young lady's safety."

Pingqing watched Aso leave, then got out of the car and put the box into his system space.

I'm so happy to have made 300 million yen! (*^▽^*)

【Host, are you going to send that little girl back?】

"The play isn't over yet, what's the rush?"

……

Here, after Shinichi Kudo woke up, he saw several patrol officers watching him.

"Little friend, are you alright?"

Kudo was completely dumbfounded. He was a famous high school detective who had helped the police solve so many murder cases, yet now there were people in Tokyo who didn't recognize him, and to make matters worse, they were being called "kids."

He looked up, intending to have a serious talk with the group, but suddenly realized that his clothes had changed to XXXXL size. He was even more confused and ran away while the patrol officers weren't looking.

He ran all the way home but couldn't get in. Just then, Professor Agasa next door was researching how to be blown up by a bomb. After some pretentious reasoning, the professor finally believed his identity.

The two quickly exchanged information, and Professor Agasa learned that Conan had been harmed by Academy City. He then helped Conan change into the most classic skin in the entire series.

Just then, Ran came to see Shinichi, and Professor Agasa solemnly entrusted Conan to her, hoping that she could use Kogoro Mouri's identity as a detective to investigate Academy City.

I hope to grow bigger as soon as possible, regain my 174cm height, and move back into my big villa.

Upon arriving at Ran's house, Conan encountered Uncle Mori tumbling down the stairs. Hearing that the culprit was a man in black, Conan immediately thought of the two men in black he had met at the crime scene, as well as the scene of his deal with the bald chairman.

So Conan immediately used his identity as a child to follow Uncle Mori, and that's how they ended up at the client's house.

……

"Drip drip..."

Pingqing answered the phone.

"You've already got the money, haven't you? Release my daughter now."

"Don't worry, your daughter is safe..."

"I'm telling you, you murderer, where did you hide the young lady? Let me tell you, I'm Detective Kogoro Mouri. If I catch you, you're in big trouble. Tell me now, where is the young lady?"

Hearing the uncle's voice, Ping Qing smiled. It seems Conan is very fast. He has already dealt with Professor Agasa and Ran so quickly, and even followed the uncle to Tani Akiko's house.

The blow he delivered was so heavy, yet Conan is still alive and kicking. No wonder he's the protagonist; he's incredibly resilient.

"Detective Mori, I'm really looking forward to seeing what you can do..."

"Dad, come save me! I'm locked in the school's warehouse, and I can see a huge chimney through the window."

"You heard your daughter's voice, didn't you? She's safe and sound, she'll be home soon."

Pingqing hung up the phone.

【Host, what are you doing? Playing two roles at once, and even talking like a child, it's disgusting.】

"What do you know? Just enjoy the show."

[You actually sent Conan and Uncle Mori to the school warehouse to look for someone! Do you think they'll find anything?!]

"That's perfect, it'll scare them to death."

【Host, you have such a twisted sense of humor.】

"They were supposed to go to that warehouse anyway, I'm just trying to recreate the storyline."

【Host, you're so naughty!】

Ping Qing dialed the phone and said in a panicked tone, "Hello, is this the police? I...I saw someone dead, and a little girl lying on the bed, at...at the Qianhe Hotel, 3...307."

"Xiao Qi, how was it? Was the play I arranged pretty good?"

[You're such a slowpoke, but I really enjoyed watching it. We'll arrange a different script for you later.]

"Good, meeting such a good host like me is a blessing you earned in your past life."

[It's clearly a blessing in their past life that the host met me.]