Model worker and his little darling

The next morning, Pingqing was woken up by the ringing of the telephone while he was still dreaming.

"Brother Pingqing, thank you for last night."

Hearing Kid's voice, Ping Qing restarted his brain, "Yeah, you're welcome, take good care of your injuries."

"Pingqing, when do you have time? I'd like to treat you to a meal. By the way, are you interested in 'Adam's Smile'?"

What was Adam's smile?

"It's a masterpiece of abstract painting. The common explanation is that Pecasso used a specially mixed pigment in a certain part, but I discovered there's more to it than meets the eye..."

After listening to Kaito's long string of gibberish, Taira felt a headache coming on. "Hey Kaito, you're injured, so just behave yourself. They're all eyeing you. I can't always be there to save you when something happens."

"My injury is fine, Brother Pingqing, the medicine you used on me is really good."

Pingqing rolled over. That was the organization's medicine; how could it not be effective?

Tsk, no wonder he has the protagonist's aura; after just one night, he sounds perfectly fine. Looks like in a couple of days, Kid will be bouncing around again.

"It's settled then, Pingqing-ge. I'll let you know when I'm about to take action. Bye-bye."

Kidd hung up the phone, but Pingqing was still confused. He wasn't interested in the painting, so why did they have to contact him?

As he pondered, Pingqing got up and began searching for the painting, but after looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Pingqing tidied himself up and went out. He happened to run into Gin, who was coming to call him. After lunch, Pingqing was taken to the conference room.

Then Gin recounted everything that had happened the previous night to the old man.

"Kiyoshi Kodaira, what's the situation on your end?"

Pingqing blinked and then shared her own experience.

"Oh, by the way, sir, Spider turned into a pigeon and disappeared. I also caught a pigeon. Would you like to see it?"

"no need."

Having lived for so many years, he had heard and seen countless strange events.

"Kiyoshi Kodaira, does that Phantom Thief Kid trust you a lot?"

Pingqing nodded, saying that he was the one who saved the protagonist group's trust. Although the outcome would have been the same whether he was there or not, it was enough that the protagonist group trusted him.

"What? You've taken a liking to Kidd and want him to join the organization?"

"Without revealing the organization's true information, you can show him a portion of the organization's power to gain his trust. His enemies happen to be those lunatics, so joining us is his best option."

"Hmm, I understand. Kidd, now, could barely be considered one of my men. But, old man, you'd actually take a liking to a thief?"

"The organization needs fresh blood."

Ping Qing thought about it and realized that following Kid wasn't a bad idea. Every time Kid made a move, he could also make a lot of extra income, which was much more rewarding than following Conan.

Moreover, Kidd wouldn't be suspicious of him all the time, nor would he constantly chase after him for information.

Suddenly, Pingqing seemed to understand why Kidd was so enthusiastic towards him; he had seen that Kidd had powerful backers and wanted to take advantage of them.

Having figured this out, Pingqing was in a great mood. Seeing that there was nothing more for him to do, he waved to Gin and left the base.

Unfortunately, Conan saw them as soon as they got downstairs.

Looking at the short, stout guy who had followed, Ping Qing felt helpless; his luck was just not good today.

"Conan, don't you ever go to class?"

Conan looked at Heikichi with a puzzled expression. "Hirakichi-nii, it's the weekend today. What classes are we having?"

Ping Qing's lips twitched. "I have no sense of time. I forgot."

"Ran and Sonoko went shopping, and Uncle is watching Yoko Okino's TV series at home. I'm so bored by myself."

"Isn't there the Junior Detective Club? You can play with them."

“Brother Pingqing, I’m already 17.”

"Hahaha... Looking at you like this, and how well you usually pretend to be a child, I really can't believe you're already 17."

Conan was speechless. Was this what he thought?

"By the way, when did Hattori go back?"

"He left this morning. Oh, and we encountered a very sad event this time..."

Heiji listened absentmindedly to Conan talk about the case. He thought to himself, "Three Grim Reapers attending a wedding, how can they not die and live up to their title of Grim Reapers?"

And so, Heikichi chatted with Conan for the afternoon. When he saw Ran return, Heikichi threw Conan back to her.

That evening, Pingqing changed his clothes, filled with anger, and went out to work.

……

The next morning, Pingqing, who had been busy all night, arrived at the base by car.

Suddenly, Pingqing saw a familiar face ahead. After signaling the driver to stop, Pingqing got out of the car.

Good morning, Bourbon.

When Amuro Tooru saw Taira Kiyoshi greeting him with a smile, he instantly had a bad feeling.

"Good morning, Lord Yulu."

As Amuro Tooru approached Taira no Kiyoshi, he smelled a faint scent of blood. But judging from Mishika's appearance, he didn't seem injured; it was clear he had gone to kill someone.

"Bourbon, long time no see. What have you been up to lately?"

"Nothing much, just doing missions, filming, and investigating the whereabouts of the FBI."

"How's the FBI's search going?"

Hirakiyo glanced at Amuro Tooru. He remembered that Sira had said she wanted to play with Amuro Tooru, but there hadn't been any news. He thought, "I'll have to go find Sira and ask her about it later."

Sensing Hirai's scrutinizing gaze, Amuro Tooru's wariness instantly reached its peak. "Still investigating."

He then looked at the two cars following behind and asked in confusion, "Lord Yulu, what's going on?"

"Oh, just a few FBI and police officers. Drag them into the interrogation room."

Following Ping Qing's instructions, several peripheral members removed the person from the car and dragged him towards the interrogation room, the bright red bloodstains contrasting sharply with the white snow.

Amuro Tooru stared at the snow stained red with blood. It was so glaring, so incredibly glaring, especially with police officers present.

Everyone says that Yu Lu is a demon, and that's absolutely true.

Ping Qing looked at Amuro Tooru with a smile. Tsk, as expected of the strongest undercover agent. He hated him to death in his heart, but the curve of his mouth and his breathing did not change at all.

"Lord Yulu, could you take me with you on these kinds of missions in the future?"

"Sure, I'll take you with me if I have the chance."

Suddenly, Hirai slapped his forehead, realizing that the information he had overheard was perfect for causing trouble with Amuro Tooru.

"I do have a mission to carry out with you. In two days, I'll take you skiing."