Model worker and his little darling

Upon hearing Heikiyo's words, everyone looked over and saw Heikiyo and Professor Agasa with worried expressions.

"what happened?"

"We still can't find anything."

Hearing this, everyone fell silent. Inspector Megure sighed; he still had many things to deal with. After saying a few words, he prepared to leave.

Seeing this, Uncle Mori suggested that they go and take a look together. Taira Kiyoshi quickly stood next to Uncle Mori and looked at Inspector Megure with anticipation.

Inspector Megure nodded and decided to take the two of them with him.

After getting on the bus, Conan popped his head out. The uncle scoffed and turned away. Conan smiled and sat down next to Hirai.

Upon arriving at the nearest crime scene, they found Takagi leading a group of people to investigate the scene.

Looking at the victim who had been killed instantly, Inspector Megure felt a pang of heartache. Why did these bizarre things keep happening in his jurisdiction? If this continued, he would have to resign.

At this moment, Officer Takagi came over to report the situation, "Officer, there are no signs of forced entry at the scene. The deceased was killed in his sleep, and nothing is missing from the house."

After looking around, Conan realized that it was indeed as Officer Takagi had said. He looked up and saw Hirai yawning in the corner, so he walked over.

"Brother Pingqing, have you discovered anything?"

"No, it's very clean."

"Could it be that organization that did it?"

Ping Qing paused for a moment, then shook his head at Conan. "I don't think so. If they had someone that capable, we would have been discovered and killed long ago."

“Look at this scene. It feels like the murderer just appeared and disappeared suddenly. How could there be such a person in this world? They're not a ghost, they can't just float around.”

Conan nodded; there was some truth to that. Upon hearing the word "ghost," he suddenly remembered a nightmare he'd had recently, in which he dreamt of drinking something, and upon waking, he realized he had indeed drunk alcohol.

She swallowed hard and looked at Pingqing, "Brother Pingqing, do you believe in ghosts?"

Pingqing picked Conan up and looked him over from head to toe. "Hey Conan, seriously? This is a scientific society now. There are no gods or ghosts here. Although I say I'll go to the temple to pray when I'm down on my luck, it's all in my head."

Just then, Uncle Mori gave the two of them an annoyed look and said, "Stop making a scene here, or you two can go back first."

Heiji immediately threw Conan to the ground, looking completely innocent.

Having thoroughly examined the scene, Inspector Megure led the group to the next location, but as before, they found nothing.

After spending the day following Uncle Mori around, Hirai, who was planning to go home and get a good night's sleep, looked helplessly at Conan sitting on the sofa.

"Alright, is there anything you want to tell me?"

“Brother Pingqing, I have seen the underworld…” Conan then began to recount his trip to the underworld.

He was both sleepy and amused by Conan's story, so he quickly pinched himself and pretended to listen carefully.

After Conan finished speaking, there was only silence, and all that could be seen was a dazed Heikichi, "Heikichi-nii..."

Hearing Conan's call, Hiraiyoshi snapped out of his daze. "Conan, I grew up in America and I don't know anything about these things. Seriously, you didn't just watch some movie and tell me a scene to fool me, did you? It doesn't seem real to me at all."

Conan remained silent; he didn't know how to explain.

After a moment of silence, Conan brought up the case again, still leaning towards the idea that the organization was behind it.

After taking a couple of sips of water, Pingqing slowly began to explain, "Conan, well, based on what I know about the organization, their style of doing things... well, they're quite low-key and wouldn't cause such a big mess in the outside world. Now I'm wondering if there are other forces we don't know about."

Upon hearing this, Conan was taken aback. Were there other forces involved? Were the Japanese underworld really this rampant?

"Brother Pingqing, it shouldn't be... right?" Conan clearly didn't have much confidence in saying this.

"Who knows? What if it's forces from other countries causing trouble in Japan? Our headquarters was attacked by unidentified people not long ago, and we still haven't found out who's behind it."

After saying that, Pingqing leaned back and sighed, "I feel like this world is getting more and more surreal. Could we be dreaming?"

"I also have this feeling."

silence……

Sensing someone's arrival, Pingqing immediately picked up Conan and said, "Alright, it's late, time to sleep. Maybe things will take a turn for the better tomorrow."

After throwing Conan back into the agency, Hirai returned home to find Gin waiting for him and pounced on him.

"Koto-chan~, you're here."

Gin frowned when he saw the bloodshot in Hirai's eyes. "Not asleep?"

"Pretty much, spent a day at the Metropolitan Police Department."

Gin remained silent, then put his arm around the person and walked towards the room.

The next morning, Ping woke up and saw Gin. He immediately hugged Gin, nuzzled his face, and closed his eyes.

Gin pulled Heikiri into his arms and kissed his cheek. "Sleep a little longer."

The two slept until noon before getting up. After lunch, Pingqing began to check on how the matter was progressing.

The Metropolitan Police Department was once again overwhelmed by public criticism, and for a time, "useless" and "salary thief" became synonymous with the department.

So many people have been inexplicably murdered in their homes, and the Metropolitan Police Department hasn't caught anyone after a whole day. After all, we're all just ordinary people; what if we're next?

A large number of media outlets are now camped out at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department, eager to know the progress of the department's work and what the next steps are.

Hearing the commotion outside, Hirakiyo glanced out the window, told Gin, and then hurried over to the next room. He also wanted to know what the Metropolitan Police Department was up to.

Seeing Pingqing run off happily, Gin felt helpless. Then he remembered that Pingqing spent all his time hanging out with that detective next door, and he instantly felt annoyed. He even thought about throwing a couple of bombs at the neighbor.

Upon arriving at the office, Hirakiyo saw Takagi.

“Mr. Mori, here is the information on those victims.”

Hirai and Conan also joined in to look at it. Well, what the Metropolitan Police Department found was all normal, because they had taken away and destroyed all the incriminating evidence.

"It seems that these people have no connection with each other. They come from all walks of life, are men and women, and are young and old."

Hearing this, Takagi nodded. "We've also checked their interpersonal relationships, and everything is normal. We haven't found anything amiss."

Pingqing's eyes flashed. He remembered the old man's news and was quite satisfied with this farce. So, it must have been the old man who arranged for Gin to take care of so many people at once. He wondered what the old man was up to.

Forget it, it's none of his business. Just stick close to the old man and fish in the water, and find out what's going on at the Metropolitan Police Department.

It seems like he doesn't need to worry about this; the Metropolitan Police Department has its own people who can find out what's going on much more easily than him.

Superintendent Matsumoto from the Metropolitan Police Department issued a statement, indicating that they would do their utmost to arrest the perpetrator and asking the public to give them some time, given that this case was extraordinary.

Hirakiyoshi agreed with these words. After all, Tokyo's crime rate remained high, and in a few days something else would come up to divert public attention, and then who would remember this incident?

And so, the Metropolitan Police Department continued its investigation for the next few days, though they found nothing.