Model worker and his little darling

Amuro Tooru looked around and began packing his things. Although there were no signs of forced entry, the strange feeling told him that this place was no longer safe.

Seeing Amuro Tooru drive away, Taira Kiyoshi followed at a distance, never expecting such an unexpected gain tonight.

After following them for a while, Heikiri spotted a familiar building—the Metropolitan Police Department. He remembered that Gin had a safe house nearby.

Tsk, the darkest place is under the lamp!

Amuro Tooru entered the room, inspected the place, and then sat on the sofa, closing his eyes in deep thought.

Soon, Amuro Tooru picked out the information on Ito Heikiyo, Kudo Shinichi, and Edogawa Conan, and gently tapped the table.

Shinichi Kudo, a genius high school detective, has disappeared without a trace. His parents publicly stated that Shinichi was investigating a very secretive case.

The day he went missing was at a tropical amusement park with his childhood friend Ran Mouri. That night, Ran brought home a strange child, Conan Edogawa. The timing is too coincidental.

Shinichi Kudo appeared at Tropical Paradise not long ago, but soon disappeared again.

His intuition told him that Conan Edogawa and Shinichi Kudo had some kind of connection. Moreover, Shinichi Kudo was in Japan, near the Mouri Detective Agency, a fact that the Kudo couple should also know.

His finger then landed on the name Ito Heikiyo. He had only met this person a few times, but he had a good impression of him.

Amuro Tooru frowned as he thought of the 'Ito Heikiyo' he had met at the Poirot Cafe that afternoon.

Last time on the bus, when Mikaku was replying to a message, Ito Heikiyo didn't touch his phone, so he dismissed his suspicions. But the fact that it coincided with the time Mikaku appeared bothered him greatly.

If Ito Heikiyo is Mishika, then it proves that Mishika knew everything he did, and even had someone impersonate him to dispel his suspicions. It was also Mishika who entered his house.

Thinking of this, Amuro Tooru shook his head; this guess was too terrifying. To be honest, he didn't want Ito Heikiyo and Mishika to be the same person.

After so much contact, although Mikasa seems like a lunatic, he is absolutely loyal to the organization. If he knew everything about him, he should be meeting Gin in the interrogation room by now.

He rubbed his temples, waiting for another opportunity to test the waters.

Sitting on the rooftop, Hirakiyoshi watched Amuro Tooru's ever-changing expressions, his heart itching with anticipation.

"Xiao Qi, can't you eavesdrop on his thoughts? I'm so curious about what he's thinking."

【Host, you're still dreaming.】

Ping Qing curled her lip. "Besides arguing with me, what else can you do, you little trash?"

【Hehe~】

The video suddenly cut off, and Pingqing rolled his eyes. "You're only good at bullying your own kind. How's Conan doing?"

[We didn't reach a conclusion at Professor Agasa's house, so we've returned to the agency.]

Hirakiyo nodded and continued watching Amuro Tooru, wanting to know what Tooru would do next.

This person is too cunning; it's a headache.

A person who suddenly appears is indeed easy to be targeted.

After waiting for a long time, there was still no sign of Amuro Tooru. Taira sighed; it seemed that tonight was over.

……

Upon entering the safe house, Pingqing saw Gin's bathrobe hanging loosely on his body, revealing a large expanse of his chest muscles. His smooth silver hair was draped over his shoulders and was still dripping wet. He was currently leaning against the liquor cabinet, drinking.

Ping Qing swallowed hard; it was too alluring.

I took out my phone and snapped a bunch of photos. Great, I have more beautiful pictures of Gin now.

He walked over and hugged Gin, their breaths mingling. "Gin-chan~, it's so late, are you drinking alone?"

Gin put down his glass, took Pingqing's phone, and said, "I'm right here, why are you taking pictures?" He then started looking at the photos, which showed him eating, sleeping... all of them.

Ping Qing smiled and released Gin. "I'll enjoy it slowly when I'm alone."

Looking at the overflowing wine cabinet, Pingqing poured himself a glass of wine. "How's that batch of goods going?"

"The boss sent someone to handle it. By the way, the boss wants you to come over when you have time."

Upon hearing this, Pingqing sighed, "Let's talk about it when we have time. I don't want to go these next couple of days."

He's been slacking off lately, doing nothing, and I expect he'll get a scolding. He received the news a few days ago, but I didn't expect the old man to have already informed Gin.

Maybe I should go out and have some fun for a few days. I wonder if Uncle Mori has received any new requests.

Gin hummed in agreement and reached out to rub Hirai's head.

What did you do today?

"Bourbon is investigating Ito Hirakiyo's identity and has also set his sights on Conan. I followed him, found his hideout, and am here to see what he's up to."

Gin clicked his tongue. "If it doesn't work, just kill him."

He didn't understand why, out of so many undercover agents, Pingqing valued Bourbon the most.

Pingqing blinked. He couldn't kill Conan. He didn't know about Touko yet; should he give it a try?

Seeing that Hirai was still thinking about that damned undercover agent, Gin pulled him into his arms and kissed him in annoyance.

The taste of rum is sweet, smooth, and fragrant.

Heijiro quite likes this flavor.

He pushed Gin aside, took a sip of his drink, and moved closer to Gin.

Gin smiled and did not refuse Hirai's actions.

The aroma of the wine lingered on their lips, making them want more.

The atmosphere gradually became ambiguous. After the kiss ended, Heikichi leaned on Gin's shoulder.

He teased Gin this morning, messed around with him, and then ran off after leaving Gin alone in the bathroom. Now, it seems he can't escape anymore.

Seeing Hirai's expression, Gin's throat felt a little dry.

What should I do...?

Do something...

He carried the person towards the room; their night was just beginning.

Heiji admired Gin's hands; they were very beautiful.

"Hmm~"

Upon hearing Pingqing's voice, Gin smiled; it sounded beautiful.

Immediately afterwards, Gin suppressed all resistance with unquestionable force.

It captured all of Hirakiyo's attention.

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, or perhaps it was a subconscious possessiveness.

Gin felt that only at this moment would the child's eyes be entirely on him, and that he would completely belong to the child.

"Gin~, I'm here~"

The two knew each other so well that any changes in the other's emotions were clearly visible to each other.

“LuLu…”

After a long while, Gin looked at Hirai resting against him with a satisfied expression.

After entering the bathroom, Pingqing looked at himself in the mirror.

He closed his eyes and leaned back against Gin, thinking, "Maybe I should just pass out."

Gin was very satisfied with this piece; it was his personal mark.

He pulled Pingqing into his arms, leaned close to her ear, and said in a low, husky voice, "It's very beautiful. I like it."