Model worker and his little darling

Pingqing circled the corpse once, shook his head, and thought to himself that ordinary people really couldn't handle Uncle Mori's fate.

Turning around, I saw Shan Cuncao running in, wailing and crying loudly at the corpse.

"Mr. Mori, what happened to you? I never thought that even tears could make people look crooked. How could you do such a thing? The sleeping Kogoro Mori has passed away."

The uncle stood behind Shancun Cao, clenching his fists, completely unaware that Shancun Cao was crying so earnestly.

"duang~"

"What are you babbling about? I've tried my best to keep the scene intact. Hurry up and call the forensic experts from Gunma over here."

Yamamura Misao, clutching his head, turned around and saw the uncle, letting out another scream, "A ghost!"

Pingqing couldn't stop laughing; this village police officer was hilarious.

When the forensic investigator arrived, the owner finally recognized the real Uncle Mori, which made him apologize repeatedly.

The suitcase that the fake Mori had embezzled was right there. When the suitcase was opened, a newspaper from five years ago came into view, with the headline featuring a sumo star who had retired four years ago.

The middle-aged man took the newspaper and started reading it when suddenly a strand of hair fell out.

"Ahhh-"

Ran screamed and hugged Conan tightly in her arms again.

Yamamura Misao clutched her hair, her face filled with terror, her voice trembling as she spoke, "Could this be the curse of the man who died in the forest four years ago, wearing a red coat?"

This left the middle-aged man speechless. "If curses could kill, then we detectives and police officers wouldn't need to eat. That's how it seems to me..."

Uncle Mori believes that five years ago, the man in red made a bet with the fake Mori, betting on the sumo star's results in the newspaper a year later. The man in red put his answer in a box and asked the fake Mori to come and get it a year later.

But the fake Mori couldn't wait and the next day he dressed up as the bearded man in sunglasses to pick up the box. However, he only got the cursed letter left by the man in red, which warned the fake Mori that he would be killed if he broke the rules.

The man in red's answer was to retire, but four years ago, a sumo star suddenly won a match. Contrary to his answer, he committed suicide in the forest a year later.

Recently, the fake Mori learned of the man in red's suicide and found out that the boss had hired Uncle Mori, so he disguised himself as Uncle Mori and took the box.

It turned out that the man in red was right. The sumo star later retired due to injury, felt deeply guilty, and hanged himself to join the man in red.

After listening to Uncle Mori's reasoning, Taira looked at him with admiration, thinking, "He's amazing!"

He spouted a bunch of nonsense, clearing up all the doubts and turning a murder case spanning five years into a suicide.

What's frightening is that he actually thought the old man's words made some sense.

Kogoro Mouri, a born screenwriter.

Seeing Pingqing looking at his uncle with such admiration, Conan was a little confused. What was so admirable about him? Did Pingqing and his uncle actually think alike?

She tugged at Pingqing's clothes. "Brother Pingqing, have you discovered anything?"

Heiji snapped out of his daze and quietly pointed at Jinbo Masao, "I think it was him. Just now at the door, he took Ran's phone and handed it directly to the old man, which means he knew that the old man was the real Kogoro Mouri."

Conan nodded and fixed his gaze on Masao Jinbo.

At this point, the forensic investigator discovered the fake Mori's phone, which only had one call record. While Mori examined the phone, Conan became curious about the contradictory relics.

Yamamura Misao took out the photo directly. After looking at it for a while, Conan smiled and said, "Hirakiyo-nii, I understand."

Pingqing lazily hummed in agreement, then, seeing Conan running over to Yamamura Misao and asking her all sorts of questions, he picked up a newspaper out of boredom.

Just then, Conan came over and said, "Brother Pingqing, you noticed it too?"

"Ah."

I didn't expect there to be good stuff here, but now that Conan knows about it, he can't make a move.

"Alright, if you know, hurry up and remind the old man and that rookie officer." After saying that, Pingqing stuffed the newspaper into Conan's hand.

Conan rolled his eyes. "Wouldn't it be the same if you went and said it, Hirakiyo-nii?"

“You’re just a child, so the murderer won’t suspect anything if you say strange things.”

Conan thought about it and agreed, so he took the newspaper and ran to the old man, starting to give hints and frantically giving out answers in front of the culprit.

Seeing Conan and Hirai's expressions, Uncle Mori realized that the two kids knew the truth.

In the dead of night, in the suicide hotspot of the Head God Forest, a furtive figure suddenly appeared.

The dark figure found Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, took out a compass, walked a few steps in one direction, and then grinned, revealing his large front teeth.

He put down the flashlight, excitedly waved the shovel, and started digging.

Before long, they dug up a jar. They happily opened it, only to find a pile of stones.

The shadowy figure stared at the stone in disbelief when suddenly a beam of righteous light shone upon it. The newcomer was none other than Masao Jinbo.

Yamamura Misao, beaming with pride, carried a bag of banknotes. "Is this what you're looking for, Mr. Jinbo? Calling you the mastermind behind the 100 million yen extortion seems to fit the truth of the matter more accurately."

At this moment, Uncle Mori also came out and began to accuse Masao Jinbo.

Watching Yamamura Misao and Uncle Mori start showing off, Heikichi took Conan for a stroll in the forest. Anyway, they had already told Uncle Mori the whole truth.

The man in red and the fake Mori were both killed by Masao Jinbo. The discordant belongings around the man in red were things that Jinbo had taken from other people who had committed suicide.

Masao Jinbo left his footprints when he killed the fake Mori, a fact confirmed by forensic experts. It would be easy for the older man to convince a murderer.

"Brother Pingqing, what's so interesting about this forest so late at night?"

"I'm bored anyway, so I'll just take a stroll."

A suicide hotspot, with death lurking around; who knows, they might even find corpses there.

However, after searching the vicinity without finding anything, the two had no choice but to return to the hotel. Ping Qing was somewhat discouraged; why was Death so uncooperative today?

……

As soon as he entered the office, he saw Gin puffing away on a cigarette. He walked over and stubbed out his cigarette, then put his arm around Gin's neck. "Gin-chan~, long time no see."

Gin expressionlessly pushed Hirakiyo's hand away. "So you still know how to come back?"

Seeing this, Pingqing hugged Gin even tighter and rubbed his face against him. "It's only been two days. I can't just stay out of the public eye forever, or I'll have wasted my identity."

Just then, Vodka and Sylla knocked on the door and came in. Seeing the two of them being so intimate, Sylla clicked her tongue twice.

"We've come at the wrong time."

Gin's glare pierced through Sila, while Pingqing smiled, leaned close to Gin's ear, and whispered something.

"Koto-chan~, wanna mix drinks?"