Model worker and his little darling

"Ah, you're Shinichi Kudo?"

Although Pingqing's tone was one of shock, his facial expression remained unchanged, still sporting a smiling look.

Conan felt like he was having a heart attack. Couldn't people just be a little more sincere?

"Brother Pingqing, when did you find out?"

Seeing Conan's frustrated and depressed expression, Hirai felt a sense of relief. "Conan, you must remember what I'm about to say."

Seeing Hirai's serious expression, Conan nodded.

"Conan, actually I'm not from this world. I come from the Land of Light in Nebula M78, and my real name is Ultraman Tiga. One day, the peaceful Mika was suddenly attacked by an unknown parasitic life form..."

Before Pingqing could finish speaking, Conan interrupted him loudly, "Pingqing-nii, stop talking nonsense. If you keep going like this, I'll start to suspect that you have mental problems."

Taira no Kiyoshi: ...

Why is Conan now starting to suspect that he has mental problems?

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. I really do know that you are Shinichi Kudo. I was just a little suspicious at first, but when you were injured last time, the way Yukiko looked at you with such heartache made me realize that you are Shinichi Kudo."

Conan suddenly realized, "Oh, so that's when you discovered it."

His injury that time was serious, which really worried his parents a lot.

Pingqing patted Conan's big head. "Alright, I've answered all your questions. If there's nothing else, I'm going to sleep."

Conan raised his confident little face and looked at Heikichi with bright eyes, "Brother Heikichi, you're an FBI agent, right!"

Upon seeing this, Ping Qing's aura changed, and a murderous intent enveloped Conan. A cruel smile appeared on his lips. "I was wondering who touched my things. It turns out it was you, Conan."

Conan had never seen Hirai like this before, and stammered, "Hirai-nii... I saw it by accident."

"Oh, it was an accident?"

After admiring Conan's bewildered expression, Hirai looked away, leaned back on the sofa, and coldly asked, "Conan, who did you tell about this?"

Conan touched his forehead; Hirai had been quite frightening just now. "I'm the only one who knows this."

With a 'whoosh,' Pingqing pulled out a small knife and gently slid it across Conan's face. "Hehe, Conan, you're not good at lying. If you don't explain yourself clearly, I can't guarantee when your true identity will be exposed."

Sensing the coldness on his face and the dangerous aura emanating from Hira, Conan found it hard to believe. Was this really an FBI agent?

Seeing Conan's incredulous expression, Ping Qing chuckled, "Conan, to be honest, I'm doing something very dangerous. If you reveal my true identity and cause my mission to fail, I'll die, and those who know my identity won't survive either. You'd better tell me who you've told."

Conan's eyes lit up when he heard about the danger; could it be related to that organization?

"Brother Pingqing, is the dangerous thing you've been doing related to an organization?"

Ping Qing was shocked for a moment, but quickly masked it, his voice cold, "Shinichi Kudo, this is none of your business."

Conan saw the fleeting surprise on Hirai's face and breathed a sigh of relief. Hirai was probably just as he had guessed. "Brother Hirai, my transformation is also related to an organization."

Upon hearing this, Pingqing sheathed his knife, reverting to his usual lazy demeanor, and looked at Conan with interest. "Tell me, I'm curious about what you've been through?"

In the following time, Conan recounted his long and tragic experiences.

Pingqing kept saying "Oh, I see," and "I knew it," just like Conan's straight man.

In reality, he was laughing uncontrollably. Only when Conan said it himself did he realize that Conan had imagined so much on his own.

Finally, Conan looked at Heikichi with his bright, sparkling eyes and said, "Brother Heikichi, we have the same goal, we both want to join that organization."

Pingqing looked at Conan with some emotion; this kid had a huge bias towards the FBI. Just because he was an FBI agent, he rattled off everything.

However, he only talked about his own experiences and didn't mention anything related to Haibara.

"Tsk, so there's such a drug in the world. But Conan, aren't you afraid I'm just kidding?"

Conan scratched his head. "Hehe, Hirakiyo-nii, I believe you won't do that."

Ping Qing pursed his lips. After knowing him for so long, Conan had suspected him quite a few times. However, the FBI identity was really useful; Conan now trusted him completely.

“I am indeed in contact with the organization you mentioned, but I have only been in Japan for a short time, and my position in the organization is very low. The organization does not fully trust me yet. If you are trying to get any information from me, you are mistaken.”

“Conan, I’ve told you everything you wanted to know. What I’m doing right now is too dangerous, and I don’t want to involve you. If the organization discovers my true identity and finds out that I told you these things, you’ll be in danger too.”

"You're just a child now, and the organization hasn't found you yet. Just grow up well and don't keep investigating them. You were lucky last time; you managed to escape by drugging those two people. Have you thought about the consequences if there were other people involved?"

Heiji spoke frankly and sincerely, every word of which was for Conan's good.

However, Conan looked at Hirai seriously and said, "Hirai-nii, I must continue to investigate. I want to destroy the organization, get the antidote, and become Shinichi Kudo again. Besides, the organization has committed all sorts of evil deeds. How can I tolerate their continued existence?"

Pingqing patted Conan's big head. "Conan, I've never heard of that kind of drug you mentioned. But have you ever thought that if it weren't for that drug, you would already be dead? The main thing is that you're just a child right now, it's too dangerous. These things should be left to us adults to do."

Conan choked for a moment, "Brother Pingqing, do you really think it's right for the organization to develop that kind of poison?"

Pingqing sighed, "I just want to say that it's so hard for you to still be alive. I hope you can cherish this opportunity and not rush in headlong knowing there's danger ahead."

Conan nodded, his face serious. "I know that Hirakiyo is worried about me, but I will not give up the investigation. I will be more careful in the future and will not be as impulsive as last time."

Pingqing didn't speak, he just looked at Conan, and Conan looked at Pingqing in return.

After a while, Hirai gave up, sighed, and looked like he couldn't do anything about Conan.

"Okay, if you need to do anything, just let me know first. Maybe I can help you. Also, be careful in the future and don't be so impulsive."

Conan was overjoyed to receive Hirai's promise; he had finally found another ally.

Looking at Conan's smiling eyes, Ping Qing slightly curled his lips and said, "Whatever makes you happy."

Suddenly, Conan remembered something and frowned. "Brother Pingqing, I remember you invested in a company. Is it related to that organization?"

"No, I'm just doing this to make money and, incidentally, to demonstrate my abilities to the organization. To acquire more valuable intelligence, I must become a codename member as soon as possible."

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