Model worker and his little darling

Conan heard a faint laugh carried on the wind, and he pursed his lips. He was certain that Hirai had known all along and was now avoiding him.

Conan, who was sneezing on the balcony, was pulled back by Ran, who gently wiped his nose. "Conan, what just happened? Why did Hirai leave with Kid?"

"I don't know. I think Brother Pingqing might have been kidnapped by Kid."

Upon hearing Conan's words, Sonoko immediately came over and said, "Ran, you have to tell me when Hirai comes back. I want to know what it feels like to be carried and flown by Kaito Kid."

Ran shook Sonoko vigorously, trying to bring her out of her infatuation. "Sonoko, wake up! Kyogoku is still competing abroad."

Conan stared speechlessly at Sonoko, that infatuated woman.

However, Sonoko was still immersed in the excitement of seeing Kid.

After Taira and Kid were out of sight, Taira waved to Kid and flew towards Gin's location on the map.

Watching Pingqing walk away, Kidd was speechless. This guy didn't even say thank you before running off.

Heiji rushed towards Gin's location, only to find it was a hospital when he got close, indicating that the battle had already ended.

As soon as I ran inside, I saw Gin waiting outside, his face grim and radiating murderous intent.

Fortunately, Vodka came out of the operating room shortly afterward. Pingqing glanced at him and saw that he had injured his leg.

The doctor was immediately enveloped by Gin's murderous intent as soon as he came out, but he still spoke tremblingly: "Lord Gin, Lord Vodka is fine. He will recover as long as he rests properly and will not have any aftereffects."

Hearing that Vodka was alright, both Hirai and Gin breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Ping Qing rubbed his face. He had been flying all the way here in the dead of winter and was almost blown into a daze. If he were blown any longer, he would definitely have a blank expression. The wind was too cold in the middle of the night.

After instructing the hospital to take good care of Vodka, Gin pulled Hirai away.

Once in the car, Gin frowned at Hirai, "You... flew here?"

"Yes, I was worried about how things were going on your end, so I came over as soon as I finished dealing with things over there."

"You don't need to rush over so quickly next time."

Ping Qing hummed in agreement, then slumped back in the seat and closed his eyes to rest. He had learned his lesson; flying for so long was tiring, and he couldn't drift like that again.

Seeing this, Gin drove towards the safe house.

Soon, they arrived at the safe house. Gin noticed that Hirai's face was very red, so he reached out and touched his face and forehead; they were very hot.

Sensing Gin's movement, Taira opened his eyes and touched his forehead.

Hiss, he just finished mocking Conan, now he's going to catch a cold, is this some kind of revenge from the Grim Reaper?

Seeing that Hirai had suddenly started spacing out, Gin was speechless and reached out to pull him out. "Come on, stop spacing out."

After they finished getting ready, Hirai leaned against Gin and nuzzled his face, "Gin-chan~"

Gin rubbed Hirai's head. "Go to sleep."

"No, Koto-chan~"

"If you don't sleep now, then you can forget about sleeping tonight."

Pingqing looked up at Gin and said, "Gin-chan, you've changed. You're no longer the aloof god you used to be."

Gin:......

She pinched Pingqing's waist hard with her hand, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about so late at night?"

Heijiro pried Gin's hand away, blinked hard, and then looked at Gin with teary eyes, "Gin-chan~, you don't love me anymore, you actually pinched me."

After saying that, she hugged the blanket and rolled to the side.

Gin reached out and pulled the person back, saying helplessly, "Alright, stop fooling around, I'm tired."

Seeing that Gin had already closed his eyes, and thinking about what had happened that night, Hirai kissed Gin's cheek, "Goodnight, Gin-chan~"

Gin reached out and snapped the light off, then hugged Taira and fell asleep.

The two slept until noon. After waking up, Ping felt a little unwell. After eating something simple, he and Gin rushed to the hospital to see Vodka, but he was still unconscious.

After the two returned to the base, looking at Gin's long list of tasks, Hirai frowned. This was really a headache.

"Give those people at the base who are currently idle more tasks."

"Whatever you want, arrange it as you see fit. I have other things to do."

Seeing Gin leave, Taira Kiyoshi curled his lips into a smile.

Tremble, the base is now in his hands. He's a bona fide capitalist, a master at exploiting labor.

After carefully examining the long list of missions, and then using Gin's account to check the numerous codenamed members, tsk tsk, there are quite a few idle people. Several of them have only had one mission in the past few days. This is unacceptable.

He simply couldn't understand why Gin liked to do everything himself, big or small. What was the point of the organization recruiting so many people? Were they just there to be worshipped like ancestors?

Although he was a scoundrel, he couldn't stand others being scoundrels.

As a result of Pingqing's arrangement, many people were given several extra tasks.

Hmph, trying to slack off? Dream on.

Now only a few high-level missions remain, which Gin needs to complete himself.

After arranging everything, Pingqing slapped his forehead, glanced at the time, and realized that a long time had passed.

Not long after, Pingqing, who was lying on the table, felt someone next to him. He looked up and saw Gin. He then gave Gin a big smile.

"Busy working?"

"Ah."

"Vodka is injured. I'll do the recent missions with you."

Gin glanced at Hirakiyo in surprise. Had the sun risen in the west? Hirakiyo was actually taking on a mission on his own initiative.

Seeing Gin's gaze, Hirai instantly felt annoyed. He was just tired of watching him all by himself, and yet he didn't appreciate the kindness. Oh well, he wouldn't hold a grudge.

She reached out and tugged at Gin's clothes. "Let's go eat. It's already evening."

"Let's go."

After finishing his meal, Gin looked at Hirai, who was about to leave, and asked, "Where are you going? Weren't we supposed to do a mission together?"

"Oh, I'll go back first. I have a mission tomorrow. You can pick me up then."

The main reason was that Conan had sent him a message, and since Conan had gone home, it was impossible for him to talk to him.

But the idea of ​​forcing Conan to drink strong liquor had been lingering in his mind. He didn't know if Conan's cold had gotten better, or if forcing him to drink would still work, so he had to go back and experiment.

Seeing Hirai's excited expression, Gin shook his head and left.

In the middle of the night, Hirakiyo secretly sneaked into the house next door, where the Grim Reaper was sleeping soundly on the floor. He thought to himself, "I wonder if Conan will get rheumatism or arthritis in the future."

Conan felt colder and colder in his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the scene in front of him was no longer the same as before he went to sleep.

In the eerie hall, seated at the head of the table sat a man with a blue face and fangs, his expression fierce. Beside him stood two figures, one in black and one in white, their hats bearing the words "Peace Under Heaven" and "Instant Wealth" respectively. Behind them, a blue light emanated from the surroundings, and drifting mist filled the air, creating a scene that inspired fear.

Conan froze, his face turning deathly pale. Why did this scene look so much like the one he had seen in the book? It was the underworld in Chinese legends, a place where the dead should go.

How did he end up here? Is he dead?

No, no, that's impossible. He's just sleeping at home. He must be dreaming.

As Conan was thinking, he closed his eyes and said he would be fine when he woke up.