Model worker and his little darling

"Brother Pingqing, did you see the messages I sent you yesterday?"

"I saw it, I saw it. I read that long message for a long time. But I didn't go through it with you guys, so I don't know many of the details. Therefore, I don't know who the next person will be?"

There were too many people, I can't remember.

"My uncle hasn't come back all night and is currently protecting Toko with Inspector Megure. I'm wondering if the murderer is really Murakami Jo?"

“Didn’t you say that Murakami Takeshi just got out of prison? Then it’s impossible for him to have information about the people around Uncle Mori. Think about it, coming up with this murder plan, preparing the murder weapon, and investigating Uncle Mori can’t be done in a day or two. So I think someone is using Murakami Takeshi’s name to do something.”

Conan nodded. "That makes sense. So, who could this person be?"

“Since they’re using Murakami Takeshi’s name to cause trouble, they must have been in contact with him. He’s only been out of prison for a few days, so he hasn’t been in contact with many people. I think we should be able to find out who they are soon.”

"Brother Pingqing, how do we investigate?"

Ping Qing rubbed his temples, realizing he hadn't intended to use normal methods. If he were to do it, he could easily trace it by hacking into surveillance footage.

But if it were Conan, he would have to ask each person individually.

Suddenly, Pingqing noticed that Xiaolan was sitting to the side looking sullen and had dark circles under her eyes. It was obvious that she hadn't slept well and was in a very different state from usual.

"Xiaolan, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother Pingqing, if your lover were kidnapped by criminals, would you choose to shoot your lover?"

Taira no Kiyoshi: ...

The people he loves—his parents, Gin, and his sister—are all incredibly powerful; it's hard to say who will kidnap whom.

Xiao Lan looked at Ping Qing with a serious expression, wanting to know what choice her brother Ping Qing would make.

Conan looked at Ran with a worried expression. Ever since Officer Shiratori told her about Uncle and Aunt Hina's past last night, Ran had been thinking about that matter.

Pingqing looked at Xiaolan and knew that she was traumatized by the shot that Uncle Mori fired at Eri Kisaki, and her trust in Uncle Mori was also wavering.

“Xiaolan, if it were me, I would choose to shoot. As long as the hostage is hit in the leg, the hostage will not be able to walk and will only be dragged by the criminals. This will be a burden to the criminals, and they will eventually put down the hostage and run away on their own.”

"Is that so? Is that why Dad chose to shoot Mom?"

Seeing Ran's eyes gradually return to normal, Conan breathed a sigh of relief. So that's the truth behind his uncle firing the gun.

"Brother Pingqing, thank you."

Ping Qing waved his hand, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

Xiao Lan is her older sister's angel. Her older sister said she would give him a big gift, asking him to protect Xiao Lan. Now, he's even getting psychological counseling as a bonus.

Suddenly, Conan saw the signature on the table and instantly realized that there was a "ten" in Tsuji Hiroki's name. His uncle and Inspector Megure had mistaken the person they were protecting.

Conan immediately called Uncle Mori and told him that Hiroki Tsuji was the next target, and also mentioned Hirai Kiyoshi's guess.

Both groups rushed towards Tsuji Hiroki's location and saw that Uncle Mori and Inspector Megure had arrived and were trying to persuade Tsuji Hiroki.

Despite all warnings, Tsuji Hiroki insisted on flying.

Ping Qing clicked his tongue. This guy was really stubborn; he said someone wanted to harm him, and he still dared to fly. He remembered seeing this guy because of the eye drops that had the problem.

After pretending to take a few glances at the plane, Pingqing began to output.

"Has your plane been inspected? I see a screw that's loose somewhere. Are you sure everything inside the plane is okay? Your eye drops are only half full, and someone switched them without you even noticing. And under the seat, I don't know where this nail came from."

"With so many problems, you still dare to fly? If you die, you die. But if you crash and injure someone else, how many lives do you have to pay for it?"

After hearing Pingqing rattle off a long explanation, Inspector Megure immediately had someone check, and sure enough, it was exactly as Pingqing had said. The eye drops were also sent for testing.

Hiroki Tsuji didn't think much of it, but he still thought of flying.

However, over such a long period of time, Inspector Megure and Hirakiyo had developed a deep revolutionary friendship. He still trusted Hirakiyo's words, since what Hirakiyo said at the crime scene was basically correct.

So Inspector Megure went to great lengths to persuade Hiroki Tsuji, saying that if the test results were normal, he could fly.

Even Heijiro was exhausted watching. Inspector Megure was truly dedicated, coming out to work despite his injury. Shiratori, on the other hand, stood motionless in the back like a pillar.

Not long after, Inspector Megure received news that the eye drops had been replaced with a mydriatic to treat iritis.

Seeing this, Hiroki Tsuji stopped clamoring to fly away, because someone really did want to harm him.

Inspector Megure chuckled and patted Hirakiyo on the shoulder. "Brother Hirakiyo, we owe you a lot this time. Otherwise, who knows how much damage would have been caused."

Ping Qing laughed, revealing his front teeth. "I didn't do anything. Officer, you flatter me."

See? Just by saying a few words, Inspector Megure's favorability rating has increased again.

Seeing that Hiroki Tsuji was alright, the group went to the hospital to visit the injured Professor Agasa and Eri Kisaki.

Throughout the journey, Uncle Mori remained quiet, seemingly lost in thought.

Conan leaned closer to Heikiyo and asked, "Heikiyo-nii, how did you spot so many problems?"

"Because I'm tall, I can see you just by standing there. Unlike you, you're too short, you can't even reach it if you jump, let alone stand up."

Conan: ...

Is it his fault that he's short? It's all the organization's fault.

Thinking of the organization, Conan recalled the scene he witnessed that night and pulled Hirai to the back. "Hirai-nii, how many people in the organization have blond hair?"

"I don't know. I've only ever met Bourbon. Why are you asking this?"

Heiji looked at Conan with a puzzled expression. Why did they suddenly bring up the organization again?

Just as Conan was about to speak, he heard Ran calling from the front, "Brother Pingqing, I'll talk to you later."

Upon arriving at the hospital, Inspector Megure explained the situation and then looked at the quiet Uncle Mori standing to the side, "Brother Mori, among the people you know, is there anyone whose name contains the number nine?"

Upon hearing this, Pingqing immediately thought of Gin.