Model worker and his little darling

Although Conan and Uncle Mori both refused, the man still tried to trick Ran into acting.

Conan squeezed between the two of them and said, "I want curry rice."

Upon learning that the Chinese restaurant didn't serve curry rice, Conan started throwing a tantrum, "But I want curry! I want it! I want it! What's fun here without curry? Ran-neechan, let's go back!"

In order to escape this dangerous place, Conan completely acted like a child, causing all sorts of trouble.

Ran smiled, assuming Conan was unhappy because of Curry.

"I just can't do anything with you. Look, these are xiaolongbao (soup dumplings). Didn't you say they were delicious last time?"

Conan was speechless; Ran couldn't understand his feelings.

Seeing the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), Conan started spinning the table, trying to get the chili oil and vinegar.

But every time it was turned in front of him, it was turned away, and Xiaolan still gave it to him.

Conan was very annoyed, realizing that he was the one causing trouble for Ran after all that.

"By the way, do you have any favorite female celebrities?"

Xiaolan nodded. "I admire two people. One is Yukiko Tengfeng, whom I have admired since I was a child. The other is Sharon Vineyard, but she passed away in an accident a year ago. She was a very remarkable person."

Hearing Sharon Vineyard's name, Ping Qing smiled. Xiao Lan is still her older sister's little fan.

Sudden--

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Kawabata Shiro collapsed onto the round table in agony.

"what--"

Hearing Xiaolan scream, Pingqing slowly took a sip of soup and saw the waiters next to him hugging each other in fear.

Hmm, should he pretend too? He's supposed to be a delicate beauty right now.

She then walked over to Gin and leaned against him fearfully.

Gin put down his chopsticks and pulled Hirakiyo into his arms. Over the years, he'd seen all sorts of bloodshed. But since it was Kawabata Shiro who died, it saved him a bullet.

Seeing Gin's expression, Hirai blinked. "The persona can't be ruined."

Gin was speechless; this guy was really into acting.

When Kawabata Shiro collapsed, Conan immediately looked towards Hirai Kiyoshi.

Then they saw Gin embracing the trembling woman, and the two were talking in hushed tones. It seemed that this case had nothing to do with them.

Ping Qing was a little curious about what Conan would do. Ever since he had a friendly exchange with Conan, Conan hadn't used a tranquilizer dart on Uncle Mori, and had only given him warnings instead.

With Gin around today, Conan definitely won't dare to act as recklessly as usual. Can this case still be solved?

Tsk, with all that commotion, Kogoro, who had been sleeping soundly, has now passed away.

The police arrived quickly. The officer was none other than Yokomizo Sango's younger brother, Yokomizo Shigego, a policeman with a terrible temper.

Although his brother greatly admires the famous detective Kogoro Mouri, Shigego Yokomizo does not believe in Uncle Mouri as a private detective and suspects that Uncle Mouri is the murderer.

While there's a lot of noise over there, things are peaceful and serene here. Gin is feeding Heikichi.

"Koto-chan~, guess who the murderer is? I bet it's the one with glasses."

"why."

"intuition."

Gin raised an eyebrow, and Hirai smiled smugly.

Actually, when the man heard Uncle Mori's name during the introduction, his expression changed.

Conan had found some clues, but he dared not say anything. He noticed that Gin and the other man had looked in their direction several times.

After eating and drinking their fill, the case still made no progress.

Seeing Conan scratching his head in frustration, Hirai nudged Gin and said, "With you here, Conan has no way to solve cases."

Gin scoffed dismissively.

"Hey, look at this uncle..."

Conan pointed out some simple and obvious clues, and the uncle, beaming with excitement, ruled out a wrong answer under Conan's expectant gaze.

Conan glanced at Gin and, seeing that neither of them was paying attention, cautiously began to offer a hint. However, the case was too complicated, so Conan chose to send the investigation process to the older man via text message.

The middle-aged man glanced at the information on his phone, then at Conan, and began to solve the case.

The case was successfully resolved. Gin looked at Heikiri and asked, "Have you seen enough?"

Heiji nodded and left the restaurant with Gin; he just wanted to see what Conan would do.

Seeing the two leave hand in hand, Conan breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, everything went smoothly.

"I just went out for a meal, and there was a murder case and it's raining. My luck has been bad lately."

"It's getting dark, let's go."

Back at the safe house, the two tidied up.

Seeing Gin standing by the window, Taira went over and hugged him.

"what happened?"

The child was very clingy today; he was attached to me the whole way.

Pingqing nuzzled Gin's cheek. "Nothing much, I just want to be with you."

Gin looked at Heikichi, and in the depths of the man's eyes seemed like an abyss, beneath which lay a torrent of love.

He was extremely familiar with this face; every inch of it was exquisite, and it captivated him.

From his naivety and immaturity to his current appearance, my gaze is always involuntarily drawn to him.

Over the years, this was the only exception that truly deserved his favoritism.

It was rare to see Gin in a daze, and Taira Kiyoshi admired him for quite a while.

"Koto-chan~, what are you thinking about?"

Gin snapped out of his reverie and smiled at Hirai, "I was thinking about you. We've been together for a long time now."

Hirai reached out and touched Gin's lips; Gin's smile was captivating.

That's wonderful; that smile belongs only to him.

Love intertwined and blossomed in their hearts.

In an instant, something seemed to have changed dramatically, yet everything seemed unchanged.

A strand of silver hair was twirled around Pingqing's fingers as he approached Gin, savoring his softness.

Mmm, mint flavor.

Gin embraced Hirakiyo and continued the long kiss.

For a long time, their lips parted.

Seeing Pingqing leaning against him, Gin rubbed the fluffy head on his shoulder and patiently stroked his fur.

Ping Qing comfortably squinted his eyes.

Gin chuckled softly and carried the person back to the room.

……

Looking at Hirai lying sprawled on the sofa, Conan breathed a sigh of relief. This was the Hirai he knew.

“Brother Pingqing, where have you been these past two days? I ran into an imposter the other day and I was so scared I thought something had happened to you.”

Seeing Conan's sullen expression, Hirai asked curiously, "How did you realize something was wrong?"

"No one can imitate your eccentric personality."

Taira no Kiyoshi: ...

What the hell? !

He reached out and gave Conan's big head a good rub.

Conan slapped away Hirakiyo's hand. "If I ask you to treat us to something, you'll definitely treat me like you did just now."

Ping Qing's lips twitched. Because of this?

To be fair, those kids have quite a big appetite, and Kaito Kuroba even asked him to reimburse him.

"He barely said a few words. You talk too much, you're crazy, and you even try to take our things. He didn't react at all to the organization members. He's the same guy I met at the Beihu City Hotel, and I still don't know his code name."

Seeing Conan chattering on and on, Heiji felt a pang of heartache.

"As expected of the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era!"