Model worker and his little darling

After leaving the agency, Heikiyo returned to the base and found Gin, who was enjoying a rare moment of leisure in the lounge.

"Koto-chan~, I'm going to the Twilight Villa, do you want to come with me?"

"The one the boss gave you?"

Pingqing nodded. "Yes, I haven't been there yet. By the way, do you know about what happened forty years ago? But you weren't even born then."

Gin glanced at Hirai, who had come closer, and pulled him into his arms. "As for your identity, just ask the BOSS, and he'll tell you."

Thinking of that cunning old man, Ping Qing deflated. "Forget it, it has nothing to do with me." Although he was curious, he didn't want to go looking for that old man right now.

Gin didn't say anything, but as he watched Pingqing lean lazily against him, his eyes darkened. The kid was quite alluring. He slipped his hand inside Pingqing's clothes and touched his waist.

Noticing Gin's slightly cool hand groping around, Hirai quickly grabbed Gin's hand, "Hey, hey, what are you doing? Don't move around."

Gin raised an eyebrow. "Cocktail!"

Last night, Pingqing used his ability to pull him out of the explosion, and he wanted Pingqing to get some rest. Now that he's rested, they can do something enjoyable.

Upon hearing the word "bartending," Pingqing recalled his foolish attempt to flirt with Gin last night, realizing that Gin had been holding a grudge all along.

However, it's nice to enjoy it with Gin.

Seeing that Pingqing had let go, Gin's lips curled into a slight smile, his nimble hands continuing to roam. Pingqing straddled Gin, pinched Gin's chin, and kissed him.

The desire to forget was gradually ignited.

After taking off his clothes, Gin carried the person into the bathroom.

Under the influence of the hot water, Qin Yu rose even faster.

Seeing that Hirakiyo's eyes were gradually becoming hazy, Gin chuckled softly, reached out and cupped the back of Hirakiyo's head, exchanging a long, deep kiss.

"Gin..."

Hearing Pingqing's slightly hoarse voice, Gin's heart stirred, and he understood what Pingqing meant.

Explain the profound things in a simple way.

Gin swallowed all the subtle sounds.

After an unknown amount of time, Heikichi comfortably leaned against Gin's chest, enjoying Gin's service.

Noticing Gin's fingers fidgeting, Taira glared at him.

Seeing the completely unthreatening look in Hirai's eyes, Gin smiled and gently kissed Hirai's lips.

Lying in bed watching Gin blow-dry his hair, Hirakiyo pursed his lips, thinking, "What a nuisance."

After glancing at the time, the two realized they had been fooling around for a while and it was already evening.

"go?"

"Ah."

After tidying himself up, Pingqing led Gin to the Twilight Villa.

Passing through the dark forest, in the distance, the Twilight Villa sits on the edge of a cliff. In the darkness, it resembles a colossal beast, its gaping maw ready to devour anyone who dares to approach.

"Tsk, it looks like a haunted house."

Gin nodded; he had never been to this place before either.

Upon entering the house, Pingqing discovered that it truly was a villa stained with blood. The doorknobs, the stair railings, the carpet underfoot... everywhere was covered in traces of blood.

Standing in the center of the villa, looking up at the giant portrait of Karasuma Renya, the old man's face was mostly hidden in shadow, and the family crest was in the corner of the portrait. Taira felt a little complicated.

The wall was covered with intricate patterns. After staring at it for a while, Pingqing suddenly noticed that there was another layer of patterns beneath the main designs.

This discovery left Hirai somewhat bewildered; if he remembered correctly, Kaito Kuroba's side had magic.

But Conan's world is materialistic. However, with Conan's meddling, it seems to be frantically testing the edge of materialism, and even Conan sometimes wavers.

He had seen books about magic and illusion in the old man's study before, which proved that the organization had been researching these things for a long time and that there were special talents in the organization.

Now that those patterns are here, coupled with the tragedy forty years ago, it's possible that the old man's body is not due to drugs, but magic?

Pingqing was startled by this guess; it was too terrifying.

Seeing that Hirai was standing motionless, deep in thought, with an increasingly strange expression on his face, Gin frowned. "What's wrong?"

Ping Qing let out a long breath, his expression complicated. "It's nothing."

Gin hummed in agreement. Although there was no one else around, this wasn't a place to talk.

The two walked around the villa and found a bunch of surveillance cameras.

"These are items the organization sells to outsiders, how did they end up here?"

Hearing Gin's words, Taira blinked. "Someone is trying to cause trouble here under the guise of Kaito Kid, which is why I dragged you here to take a look first."

It now appears that the mastermind behind it all had everything planned out.

That's interesting. The things the organization sells to outsiders are being used to monitor the old man's hideout.

Following Xiao Qi's directions, Ping Qing found the mastermind's secret passage in the ceiling. After glancing at it a few times, Ping Qing left.

The two walked around upstairs and downstairs, and Pingqing's doubts only grew.

The entire villa exudes a rustic European atmosphere, and the overall style of the building is also more European. But the old man is currently in Japan.

Walking down to the basement, Heikichi saw the wine cellar, the collection room...

Upon entering the collection room, I saw a fingerprint lock behind the shelf, but it was from decades ago.

"Damn, that old man is awesome."

Gin was speechless upon hearing Heikiyo's rude remarks. Despite being raised with aristocratic etiquette, Heikiyo often uttered strange things.

He used to be alright, but now you can't see any trace of his aristocratic bearing.

With current technological advancements, fingerprint unlocking technology can be easily cracked in the past.

The fingerprint lock was unlocked, revealing a hidden door in the wall. As Pingqing walked to the door, a long-stale smell wafted out, and he rubbed his nose, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Following the secret passage forward, Pingqing discovered that there were still anti-theft mechanisms on the wall, but they were rusted and no longer usable.

Ping Qing secretly marveled at him, thinking, "No wonder he's an old fox who's lived for over a hundred years; he's incredibly cautious."

At the end was a very cozy room. Although it was covered in dust, you could still tell how much the owner valued it.

Even if the owner leaves, they can't bear to damage this place.

Only some furniture remained in the room. Pingqing found a photograph under the bed and gently wiped away the thick layer of dust.

Upon seeing the face in the photo, Ping Qing's pupils contracted.

Vermouth?!

After the photo was handed to Gin, Gin was also shocked.

The two exchanged a glance, as if they had discovered something extraordinary.

Pingqing instantly regretted bringing Gin here, since it concerned the old man's secret.

After looking at the photo closely, Pingqing noticed that the woman in the photo had a happy smile on her face and exuded a warm and radiant feeling.

Angel!

This word suddenly popped into Pingqing's mind.