Model worker and his little darling

Hearing Hirai's words, Amuro Tooru nodded slightly, "Okay."

Taira no Kiyotomi waved his hand. "Alright, I'm going to the interrogation room. What? Interested in coming along?"

Amuro Tooru, who had initially had some ideas, shook his head after seeing Taira Kiyoshi's smile. "No need, I still have a mission to do."

Seeing this, Taira no Kiyotaka and Amuro Tooru waved and left.

It's a pity. If Amuro Tooru really had followed, I would have treated him well. For example, I would have given him two hours of Conan's heavenly voice first, and then let him torture the Public Security Bureau with his own hands. Just thinking about it is exciting.

Amuro Tooru watched Taira Kiyoshi's retreating figure, wondering what mission he had to go skiing in the snow-capped mountains.

After sleeping until the afternoon, Pingqing found Gin and rattled off his brilliant idea.

"Koto-chan~, how are you?"

Gin glanced at Hirai, "Are you sure things will go as you plan?"

"No, after all, I can't control other people's thoughts."

"I've been very busy these past few days and haven't had time to play with you. You can go ask Sila and the others to help you with your work."

After assessing the combat strength, Pingqing collapsed onto the table; it was too difficult.

"Koto-chan~, do you need my help?"

Seeing Taira no Kiyoshi's lazy appearance, Gin simply said two words: "No need."

Upon hearing this, Pingqing moved closer to Gin and said, "It's rare for me to do something kind, and some people don't even appreciate it. Well then, I'm really leaving."

In the end, Taira no Kiyoshi stayed to help Gin with his work.

After a busy afternoon, Pingqing rubbed his temples. There were so many things to do, and they were so complicated. It was really exhausting.

Seeing that things were mostly settled and it was getting dark, Pingqing said goodbye to Gin and left.

I had just wandered downstairs when I saw Conan and Ran coming down.

"Xiao Lan, what are you doing so late?"

"My dad's drunk again, I'm going to pick him up now."

"Then I'll go with you."

Xiao Lan nodded, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Pingqing."

When the three of them arrived at the tavern next to Beika Station, Uncle Mori had already started talking nonsense, shouting loudly for another drink. Taira no Kiyoshi quickly went over and pulled Uncle Mori out of the tavern.

Seeing Xiaolan preparing to carry the uncle home, Pingqing swallowed hard. The uncle really had a good daughter.

"Xiao Lan, I'll do it."

After saying that, Pingqing carried the drunk uncle on his back and walked back.

"Xiao Lan, I want to drink some more."

"Honestly, Dad, it's already troublesome enough that we have to pick you up every time you get drunk. Next time, please don't go all the way to the other side of the station to drink, okay?"

Pingqing sighed as he listened to Xiaolan's nagging from behind.

Xiaolan is ostensibly a daughter, but in reality, she acts like a mother, taking care of both the adult and the child every day.

Conan looked at the flyer on Uncle Mori's body and finally understood why Uncle Mori had run so far.

"Sister Xiaolan, the flyer says that this tavern offers unlimited food and drinks from 8 pm to 10 pm, and there's no extra charge."

Xiaolan was speechless. "Dad ignores everything else whenever he sees these flyers."

As they walked, they suddenly heard the sound of something breaking, and the sound of two men arguing.

"Now that I've seen it, I can't pretend I didn't. I'll go and break up the fight." With that, Uncle Mori swayed as he prepared to knock on the door.

Ping Qing helped the uncle up, "Uncle, I think I should go."

Just then, an old man walked over with his dog. "Don't worry," he said, "the two of them usually bicker like this. After each argument, they always make up with a smile."

This made Uncle Mori give up the idea of ​​trying to mediate the fight.

Ping Qing blinked; this looked suspicious.

The old man looked hunched over and spoke in a frail voice, but it was all an act. His face resembled that of an old man, but his hands were fair and delicate; he hadn't even managed to convincingly disguise himself.

After glancing at Uncle Mori, Hirai helped him continue walking. When they reached the old man, the two of them collapsed onto him.

"what--"

Ran and Conan rushed over to help. The uncle stood up and stared blankly at the hair in his hand. He remembered that it looked like the old man's beard.

Looking down, I realized it wasn't an old man at all, but a young man.

For a moment, the atmosphere became a little awkward. The man covered his face and tried to leave, but Pingqing grabbed him and stopped him.

"Pingqing-ge, what's wrong?"

Before Ran and Uncle Mori could react, Conan had already rushed out.

“Think about it, this person is pretending to be an old man and telling us not to try to break up the fight. It’s obvious that something is wrong. Maybe something has already happened in that house.”

Upon hearing this, Uncle Mori instantly sobered up and rushed into the house.

Pingqing looked at the uncle's back and felt a little envious. He also wanted to sober up in a second instead of doing stupid things while drunk.

"Let me go, this has nothing to do with you."

Pingqing glanced at the man who was still struggling and wondered what they were up to.

Oh dear, another show to watch!

When Uncle Mori and Conan rushed into the room, they only saw a man standing by the window observing the commotion downstairs, and a tape recorder on the floor. The two instantly realized that this was a staged performance.

"What are you doing?"

"Who are you? What right do you have to barge into my house? What we do is none of your business! Can't we just be rehearsing a script?"

The man's loud voice was clearly audible to Pingqing and Xiaolan outside.

Wow, you've got a pretty quick mind.

After apologizing to Conan, Uncle Mori left and then told Hirai to let go of the man.

“Dad, he just said that he planned to kill his classmate after we left and then frame their professor.”

Uncle Mori and Conan were both completely bewildered. "How did you two know?"

Xiaolan pointed to the man on the ground, "He said it himself."

Ping Qing smiled. Of course, he had used a little trick; the man was in so much pain that he told everything.

Another man also heard what Xiaolan said and, enraged, rushed out and started punching and kicking the man on the ground.

"So, Nakamoto, you wanted to kill me after all. I was even trying to help you complete your plan."

"Heh, Irie, so what if I want to monopolize the research results? You deserve to die, and the professor deserves to die too. If it weren't for those meddlesome people, how could my plan have been ruined?"

Seeing the two fighting, Uncle Mori once again stepped in to break them up.

Pingqing stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching the show. He hadn't expected it to be so exciting.

Conan nudged Heikichi, "Heikichi-nii, are you doing this on purpose?"

Heiji looked at Conan innocently, "This has nothing to do with me. It's just a pity for Uncle Mori, who was almost taken advantage of."

Looking at the uncle trying to break up the fight, Conan asked in confusion, "What does this have to do with you, uncle?"

"They didn't make a fuss earlier or later, but only started when we passed by. It's obvious they were waiting for Uncle Mori."

"really."

"Now, the two have completely fallen out, and their poor professor almost got convicted of murder."