Model worker and his little darling

He was still being punished, then glared fiercely at Gin. Ever since he took over Base 1, this guy had been idle. He started messing with Chianti and the others, taking the two of them to training.

Even Sila, far away in Osaka, wasn't spared by Gin, who bombarded her with a bunch of missions.

Several people came to him to complain, but after learning that he was having an even harder time, they mocked him mercilessly, and then they were tormented even more miserably by Gin.

He then replied to Conan that he was unavailable and would talk to him in a few days.

He scrolled through the messages; nothing important, so he tossed his phone aside. Looks like he should be fine tomorrow; he can just laze around at home.

Seeing that Pingqing was alright, Gin kissed Pingqing's cheek, held Pingqing's hand, and the two intertwined their fingers.

Hirai nuzzled against Gin's neck, catching his favorite scent. "Gin-chan~"

"what happened?"

"nothing."

After a moment of silence, Pingqing suddenly spoke up: "Koto-chan~, can you help me with the chores these next few days?"

Gin toyed with Hirakiyo's hand. "No, the boss said you have to do it yourself."

"Just don't let him know, we do things in similar ways anyway."

Gin smiled. Although they had many similarities, Taira no Kiyoshi was more willful and lazy. He would never keep something for someone else to do.

He usually has a playful attitude when he's out and about, and he likes to mess with others.

"The mission is doubled."

Upon hearing this, Ping Qing instantly deflated. After thinking for a moment, he realized that he had already finished what needed to be done by working overtime for the past two days, and had also arranged for the rest. Unless there were any unforeseen events, he wouldn't need to get involved.

After talking for a while, Heikichi leaned against Gin and began to doze off.

"Would you like to sleep a little longer?"

Pingqing hummed in agreement and then leaned against Gin, starting to doze off.

After a while, Gin carried Hirai back to his room. When he came out, he saw his phone ringing and saw that it was vodka again.

When Vodka heard his older brother's voice coming from Yu Lu's phone, he was taken aback at first, but then he remembered that yesterday was Valentine's Day, so it wasn't surprising that the two of them were together.

But it's already afternoon, and Yu Lu can't answer the phone, which is very suspicious. She probably hasn't gotten up yet.

After receiving instructions from his older brother, Vodka quickly made his escape.

……

"So cute! It really looks just like us."

Watching the three members of the Junior Detective Team commenting on the chocolates on the table, Ping Qing yawned, leaned against the window, and rubbed his still slightly sore back.

If Ran hadn't called to say she had something special to show him, he would still be at home sleeping with Gin in his arms. Now that Gin is gone, he's all alone again.

"I made this especially for you guys at the resort, after working so hard."

Conan, holding a chocolate shaped like himself, looked curiously at Ran and asked, "Ran-neechan, when was this made? I didn't see it on the table that day."

After explaining Conan's question, Ran looked up at the group of people standing to the side and said, "Hira Kiyoshi, Professor Agasa, you guys are here too."

"Haha, thank you, Ran." Professor Agasa and Hirai walked over with smiles.

Seeing that Ran had gone to make tea, Ai Haibara looked at Conan with the chocolate in her hand and said, "Judging from her expression, you managed to fool that sad girl again and even took the chocolate from her, didn't you?"

Conan asked in confusion, "How do you know whether she's sad or not?"

"Some say that all creations reflect the creator's inner world. This chocolate, though smiling, has a sorrowful expression on its face. It has to swallow its tears and force a smile."

Pingqing, standing to the side, was speechless. Just because you're short doesn't mean no one can hear what you're saying.

However, Haibara understood Ran's feelings.

Conan, being such a straight man, is speechless.

Hearing the group of children making a racket, the uncle could no longer bear it and coughed twice, "Can you all be quiet? I can't concentrate on my work."

The three children walked straight up to the uncle, and Mitsuhiko even blurted out the truth, "Uncle, I heard you sleep almost every day."

Uncle Mori clenched his fist and retorted loudly, "Nonsense, I'm listening to a client's tape right now."

However, Ayumi's movement triggered a horse racing announcement, instantly throwing Uncle Mori into a panic.

Ping glanced at the uncle. It was good that it was horse racing; if it were something else strange, that would be interesting.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Uncle Mori waved his hand and said, "See? We already have customers."

After inviting the guest in, I learned that the man was looking for his deceased wife's watch. "I think the watch should be in my house..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Uncle Mori roared, "What a joke! Can't you find your own things in your own house? I'm the famous Kogoro Mori, I don't have time for such trivial matters."

Upon hearing Uncle Mori's name, a flicker of panic crossed the man's eyes. He stood up and started to walk out, saying, "I just walked in without thinking because I saw the sign, hehe..."

The room was left with a bunch of people staring at each other blankly.

Ping Qing moved his neck; this person was clearly suspicious. However, knowing to avoid Uncle Mori already put him ahead of most murderers in the Detective Conan world.

You should know that those people were all eager to find Uncle Mori to provide an alibi.

Seeing Conan leave with the three little ones, Hirai Kiyoshi also prepared to go home and continue to lie around like a corpse.

"Uncle, let us help you find your watch."

Hearing Conan's words, Hirai looked at the man with sympathy; in the end, he couldn't escape it after all.

"Brother Pingqing, do you want to come along?"

Hearing Mitsuhiko's words, Taira Kiyoshi shook his head, "I won't go."

He has no interest in solving cases now; he just wants to go home and lie there like a corpse.

Conan looked at Hirakiyo for a moment, then moved closer to him. "Hirakiyo-nii, you look very tired."

"Well, I've got a lot of tasks lately, so I'm going home to sleep now."

"Alright then, Brother Pingqing, do you have time tonight? I have something I want to ask you."

"Okay, you can come over by yourself."

Haibara looked at the two people huddled together talking, then seemed to remember something and lowered her head, making it impossible to see her expression.

Only the three little ones were happily talking to Professor Agasa.

……

"Brother Pingqing, I thought I was dreaming, but the injury on my hand is real. What's going on?"

After hearing Conan's detailed description of his encounter with the ghost two nights ago, Hirai was already laughing inside, but his gaze toward Conan became increasingly sympathetic.

"Conan, are you under too much pressure and have forgotten that you are injured? After having a nightmare, you think you have encountered a ghost."

Conan frowned, carefully recalling what had happened that day.

Pingqing took a sip of water, suppressing the smile on his lips.