Model worker and his little darling

Uncle Maoli cast a line, trying his best to fish his car out of the flood.

Unfortunately, the current was too fast, and the uncle was forced to take two steps forward. Pingqing quickly grabbed the uncle, otherwise he was afraid that the uncle would fall into the river.

"Uncle, let go quickly, we can't lift the car by our own strength."

"Damn it, how could we let the car get washed away?"

Just as they were pulling at each other, the fishing line suddenly snapped, and Pingqing and the uncle took two steps back, bumping into Yuanzi and Xiaolan behind them.

Watching the car drive away, Pingqing glanced at the uncle, thinking that he was probably going to be blacklisted by the car rental company now.

Poor Conan, who was standing at the back with an umbrella, was caught in the chaos and screamed as he fell into the river.

Seeing this, Pingqing quickly jumped into the river and pulled Conan out after a while.

Sure enough, for Conan, who already had a cold, falling into the water was definitely adding insult to injury.

"Ah-"

Pingqing was wringing out his clothes; he was soaking wet and feeling terrible. Maintaining his persona was really tough on him. Hearing Conan sneeze, he shook his head; this cold probably wouldn't get better anytime soon.

"Little rascal, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, just a little pain in my right wrist."

Uncle Mori took a look and said, "It's a sprain. Let's go to Sonoko's house first and let Hirai and Conan change their clothes."

After all this commotion, the uncle finally remembered the purpose of his trip.

As they walked, the man suddenly spoke up: "We're lost."

Taira no Kiyoshi, walking at the very back: ...

Lost, fell into the water—it was a truly tragic situation.

Now, he felt a chill run through him, yet his heart soared. Looking at the unreliable uncle leading the way, Pingqing felt a headache coming on. He hadn't expected the uncle to be just like Xiaolan, both having terrible sense of direction.

Conan pointed to a spot not far away, "Look, there are lights over there, let's go take a look."

Ran and Sonoko huddled together in fear, asking, "Why would anyone live in such a remote mountain place?"

Uncle Mori went to knock on the door, and the door opened a crack, revealing an old man whose sinister gaze made Uncle Mori jump back.

"what--"

The old man pushed the door open, glared at the group, and said in a shrill voice, "You're here to sell things again, aren't you? Even if you brought a child, I wouldn't believe you."

Uncle Mori quickly waved his hand, "No, we just..."

Before he could finish speaking, another man came out of the house. It was the same man he had met briefly at the tennis court.

Hiroto Akashi warmly welcomed them inside, and couldn't help but laugh when he heard about their ordeal.

While bandaging Conan's wound, he apologized, showing that their predicament was truly hilarious.

Upon hearing Conan cough, Hiroto Akashi looked at Conan's throat. "His throat is red and swollen, and his voice is starting to get hoarse. Little brother, you'd better not talk, or you'll easily develop acute pharyngitis."

Conan nodded obediently.

Pingqing, who had just changed his clothes, overheard these words: "Do you think you can do whatever you want just by silencing Death?"

If you invite death into your home today, death will send you to jail tomorrow.

"Pingqing, are you alright?"

Pingqing rubbed his nose. "It's nothing."

After chatting for a bit, Hiroto Akashi warmly invited everyone to eat curry together.

After enduring hardships along the way, the curry tasted especially delicious, and everyone praised it. Xiao Lan even praised his wife.

"I actually cooked the curry. My wife passed away from illness three years ago today." After saying that, she carried the tray to her father on the second floor to serve him the meal.

The group was enjoying their meal when Sonoko glanced at the clock, somewhat puzzled, "Why hasn't he come down yet?"

"Yes, it's been forty-five minutes already."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Mori tugged at the power switch cord and said, "Don't you guys find this strange? This cord is so long, it's bound to interfere with our meals."

Just then, Hiroto Akashi attacked.

"That line was extended by my dad so that it would be easier for him to pull it."

"You just went to deliver curry, why did it take you so long to come down?"

Upon hearing Conan's question, Hiroto Akashi laughed and explained, "It's because we were talking about some strange topics, like I didn't want to live anymore and I didn't want to eat dinner."

He seemed to feel that since his wife and daughter-in-law had both passed away before him, he must have been rejected by God, so he thought it best to die. However, his mood has improved now, so please don't worry.

After dinner, Ran helped Akashi Hiroto wash the dishes while Sonoko made a phone call.

"Huh? The road collapsed today, so they can't come to pick us up. Is that true?"

"In that case, you can stay here tonight. We have spare blankets at home." After saying that, he looked at Xiaolan.

"Could you help me clear away my dad's dishes? By the way, my dad eats quite slowly, so if the room light is still on, you can just leave quietly."

Xiao Lan went up to the second floor, and sure enough, the lights were still on in the room. Just as she was about to leave quietly, she heard a sobbing sound coming from inside the room.

Hirai lay bored on the table, even though he had come here specifically for the lavish meal at Sonoko's house. Although he knew something bad might happen, he never expected to get lost in this godforsaken place.

After a long while, both Hirai and the uncle began to doze off. Ran prepared to go upstairs to collect the dishes, and Conan followed her upstairs.

The lights on the second floor were off. Xiaolan pushed open the door and found no one on the bed, but red liquid was dripping down.

So he looked up at the ceiling.

"what--"

The piercing scream startled Pingqing and the uncle downstairs.

Pingqing rubbed his eyes. Was the show finally about to begin?

The group rushed to the second floor and found the old man hanging from the rafters, with blood dripping from his mouth.

Uncle Mori stepped forward, grasped the old man's soles, and began the autopsy.

"The body still has a little bit of warmth, but the toes have started to stiffen. This condition is probably about 30 minutes after death."

"Mr. Hiroto, please call the police." After saying that, he thought for a moment, "The Gunma Prefectural Police should have jurisdiction over this area, and speaking of the Gunma Prefectural Police..."

He then exchanged a glance with Conan, both of them having a bad feeling.

Taira Kiyoshi had a good impression of the monster hunter, Yamamura Misao. With him around, the entire crime scene was particularly interesting.

The village police officer arrived quickly. Upon seeing Uncle Mori, he first saluted and then showered him with flattery.

"Jiangjiang... If it's for Mr. Mori, I, Yamamura Misao, will rush over immediately, no matter if it means going up mountains or down to the sea, or even if the roads are blocked by landslides due to rain."

After saying that, she saw Pingqing next to her and waved enthusiastically, "Brother, we met at the Aoi-ya Inn last time. What a coincidence that we've met again."

Ping Qing replied with a smile, "Yes, Officer Yamamura, it's been a long time."