Model worker and his little darling

After hearing what Taira said, the TV station staff started complaining, "Those shots were all from camera number 13, it looks like Hiruta, what bad luck."

Upon hearing this, Conan understood everything from a reflection in one of his lenses.

"Inspector Megure, the culprit is Hiruta."

Inspector Megure immediately ordered the arrest, and a group of police officers rushed out.

"Strange, where is Conan?"

Hearing Ayumi's words, Hirai raised an eyebrow. It seemed that Conan still hadn't learned his lesson and dared to act tough by himself.

He slapped his forehead and looked anxiously at Inspector Megure: "Officer, Conan must have run to the criminal. He has a gun. Conan is in danger. We need to get there quickly."

After saying that, Pingqing led the way and ran towards the stadium, followed by a large group of people of all ages.

When they got near Unit 13, they saw Hiruta lying on the ground, still holding a gun in his hand, while Conan was still in the position of firing a tranquilizer dart.

Ping Qing blinked. A Beretta M92 pistol, the same model as Gin's.

Then he looked at Hiruta, who was not quite as expected. He would go back to the base and discuss it with Melo when he had time.

Seeing this scene, Inspector Megure shouted at Takagi, "What on earth is going on?"

"Officer, when we arrived, we saw Hiruta talking to Conan. When he saw us, he pulled out a gun, suddenly convulsed a few times, and collapsed to the ground. When we went over, we found he was dead."

"What? He died on his own?" Inspector Megure stared at Takagi in disbelief, then turned to Conan. "Conan, what's wrong with you?"

"I had only spoken two words to him when Officer Takagi arrived, and what happened next was exactly as Officer Takagi said."

Suddenly, another junior officer ran over, "Officer, we found the man who left with the money outside the arena dead, and the officer who was following him is also unconscious nearby."

"hiss!!!"

Inspector Megure touched his hat. He was about to catch the criminals, but now they were all dead. This was a serious matter.

Pingqing stepped forward and said, "Officer, I think I should take these children and leave first."

Inspector Megure nodded. "Thank you for your help, Hirakiyoshi."

Seeing that the three little ones still wanted to refuse, Pingqing patted Genta's head and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to something delicious."

After saying that, Heikiri grabbed Conan, who was trying to slip away, with one hand and held Ayumi's hand with the other, and walked ahead.

With Ayumi by my side, Genta and Mitsuhiko will definitely come along.

In the restaurant, Mitsuhiko looked at Heikiyo and asked, "Heikiyo-nii, do you like Ayumi?"

Ping Qing smiled slightly, "That's right, Ayumi is cute and obedient, of course I like her very much. Unlike some people, who know that the prisoner has a gun, they still run over alone. It seems that the injury they suffered last time was not serious, and some people still haven't learned their lesson."

Hearing this, Conan looked up, wanting to explain, "Brother Heiji, I..."

"What do you mean, 'you'? Ayumi said Ran was worried about you, so you invited me to come with you to watch the game. Now it's gone from extortion to murder, and you still want to secretly investigate? If you come back injured like last time, how am I supposed to face Ran and Uncle?"

After saying that, he slammed his hand on the table with a 'duang'. "Conan, have you ever thought about the people around you? Do you know how many people worried about you when you were injured last time? What, is hospital life too comfortable? Do you want to go back in for a few more days?"

"I'm sorry, Brother Pingqing, I won't do it again next time."

Pingqing rolled his eyes. Of course he wouldn't.

"Brother Pingqing, please don't be mean to Conan."

Seeing Ayumi's pleading look, Hirai snorted coldly, "I heard from Inspector Takagi that you guys rushed up and tackled him. Instead of immediately informing the police when you spotted the suspect, you rushed up on your own. You've all learned bad habits from Conan. What if that person wasn't Inspector Takagi, but a real criminal who shot you all?"

"We won't do that again."

Seeing that the three little ones were downcast, Ping Qing sighed, "Alright, your food has arrived, eat up."

Ping Qing took a sip of cola with great satisfaction. Ah, so refreshing!

Even though these kids won't get into any trouble, that doesn't stop him from disciplining them. It feels so good to be on the moral high ground.

After they had eaten their fill, Pingqing got up to pay the bill.

Haibara looked at Conan, "What exactly happened just now?"

"I saw the man pull out a gun, and as soon as he fired the tranquilizer dart, he died."

Haiyuan:......

No wonder Conan was so shocked just now.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Pingqing told the three little ones to hurry home. He took Conan back to the detective agency and told Ran and Uncle Mori everything Conan had done.

Conan was pulled aside by Ran and given another lecture, while Uncle Mori merely glanced at Conan, seemingly not wanting to pay him any attention.

After watching the play, Pingqing happily went home, only to find Gin sitting at the dining table eating as soon as he entered the house.

She plopped down opposite Gin, propped her chin on her hand, and looked at him. "Gin-chan~, is it good?"

Gin nodded, holding his bowl. "What did you go to do?"

"I watched the game and incidentally made 50 million for free."

"Shirley's here too?"

Ping Qing was confused. What did this have to do with Shirley?

"Yes, she's getting along really well with those kids now."

Didn't she realize who you were?

After thinking about Shirley's reaction, I thought, "She probably thinks I'm connected to the organization, but she can't be sure of my identity. Don't worry, she won't dare to tell anyone. Even if someone investigates me, they'll only find out that I'm an FBI agent."

Gin said while picking up some food, "That's good. If she says anything, just kill her."

"Well, I see."

Seeing that Hirai was still staring at him expectantly, Gin put down his chopsticks. "What's wrong with me?"

Pingqing chuckled, revealing his big front teeth, and stretched out his little hand. "Qin-chan is as elegant and handsome as ever. But, on such an important day as the New Year, did you prepare any lucky money for your little cutie? This is my first time celebrating the New Year in Japan."

Gin:......

New Year's money? He had never heard of that term in all these years.

I'll give you lucky money next Chinese New Year.

Pingqing withdrew his claws. Who knows when the next Chinese New Year will be? Maybe it will be ten Christmases before New Year's Day arrives.

Seeing that Hirai looked a little disappointed, Gin thought for a moment and asked, "What do you like?"

Pingqing blinked. "Money, food."

Gin silently picked up his bowl. There was a chef at Pingqing's house whose skills were much better than those in the base's canteen. After eating there so often, he started to dislike the base's canteen.

In terms of money, Heikichi has amassed a fortune since coming to Japan, not to mention the money his parents and Vermouth gave him. Their wallets are much thicker than his own.

Seeing Gin eating his meal silently, Pingqing smiled and his eyes narrowed. Gin usually had a cold expression, but now he looked so cute.