Model worker and his little darling

Conan scratched his head. "Hehe, by the way, do you know Chris Vineyard?"

Ping Qing's eyes flashed. He had just heard about Sharon Vineyard from Xiao Lan last night. Was it a coincidence?

"Yes, I know her. She's a famous American actress. She's beautiful, has superb acting skills, a high reputation, and a very kind personality. I'm a fan of hers. What, you like her too?"

"No, most of the people who attended the memorial service were celebrities, and they remained active in the media afterward. According to the doctor's investigation, only Chris Vineyard never appeared in public again after that incident."

"Chris Vineyard is Sharon Vineyard's daughter. Apart from making movies, she rarely appears in front of the camera. She only made a surprise appearance at her mother's funeral a year ago."

"Reporters asked her a lot of gossip, such as whether she really had a falling out with her mother, who her father was, and whether her rumored lover attended the funeral. But she didn't say a word, and the reporters kept pressing her. Finally, she said, 'A secret makes a woman woman.'"

Ping Qing lowered her eyes, surprised that even without exposing Pisco, Conan had still managed to find her sister. Conan's got quite a few tricks up his sleeve. "I remember Judy saying that on the bus last time."

Conan nodded. "So I suspect there's some kind of connection between them."

Pingqing's lips twitched. His sister had been playing boring games with Judy all this time.

On one hand: You didn't expect that, did you? I know who you are, and I'm even eavesdropping on you.

On the other hand: I know you're eavesdropping, and in fact, I let you eavesdrop on me on purpose.

However, Judy can't outmaneuver her older sister.

"Now we're certain Jodie's got something going on. Conan, be careful if you run into her." He then picked up his phone to exchange information with Vermouth.

Conan hummed in agreement, then looked at Hirai, "Hirai-nii, what's the deal with the photos that were sent back a couple of days ago?"

Pingqing sighed, "You've been targeted by Bourbon."

"Bourbon?" Conan frowned, surprised that the man had already collected so much evidence.

Admiring Conan's little expressions, Hirai thought of Amuro Tooru. He might try to get close to Conan, but Conan wouldn't believe him now.

However, Amuro Tooru's current state makes him unsuitable for working part-time at Poirot Cafe.

What will he do?

"I don't know, they might come in person to verify your identity. Be wary of strangers during this time."

"I understand, I've dragged everyone down with me."

Seeing Conan's dejected look, Hirai blinked. It was hard to say who was really dragging whom down. However, he still wanted to stay by Conan's side; he needed to keep that facade in mind.

After a moment of silence, Conan looked at Hirai with a complicated expression, "Hirai-nii, what's your relationship with Gin?"

This left Ping Qing completely bewildered. "He's my boss, what could we possibly have to do with each other? Conan, what are you thinking?"

He almost mentioned his lover, but he had just gotten out of Gin's bed.

"Last time I saw Gin kiss a man, then I saw you get into Gin's car at the hospital, and yesterday I saw Gin having dinner with a woman. This..."

Ping Qing glanced at Conan and said, "If a gun were pressed against your temple, you'd obey. The last time you contacted me, it was to ask me to carry out an assessment mission."

Hmm, the date mission with Gin.

Seeing Hirai leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, Conan knew how stressful it would be to be watched by someone like Gin. Sure enough, his assumptions were far too far-fetched.

"An assessment task? Have you been assigned a codename yet?"

"Ah."

"So what's your code name?"

Hirai recalled his conversation with Haibara, "Tokai."

With his recent doubts resolved, Conan began to consider how to solve the problem of his identity.

——(*^▽^*)——

That day, Mihana Street was bustling with activity as a soccer team held a victory parade.

The Tokyo Souls won the Japanese league championship, and the Detectives also came to join in the fun, watching their favorite players, Hideo Akagi and Naoki Uemura.

Watching the five little ones chattering away, Pingqing remembered that these two had a life-or-death bond, having faced the fate of Akagi Hideo's younger brother.

That time, Conan was almost cornered in the bathroom by Ran, and Ran cried her heart out.

"duang~"

Pingqing turned around and saw Genta sitting on the ground rubbing his butt, saying, "Ouch, that hurts." There was also a trash can lying next to him, clearly indicating that he had lost his balance on the trash can.

"Damn it, if it were any higher we could see it."

After speaking, Genta looked at the taller and more stable mailbox next to him.

So Genta knelt on the mailbox, and Mitsuhiko stood on Genta's waist. With this teamwork, they saw their idol.

All I can say is: Genta, great back.

Just then, a stylish woman in sunglasses interrupted the two of them.

"What are you doing? How can you stand up there like that?"

Yuan Tai was very annoyed. "Hmph, it won't hurt you to take a look, you old lady."

Sunglasses paused for a moment. "Come on, I'm not that old lady yet. If you guys keep messing around, I'll arrest you." With that, she took off her sunglasses and wig, revealing her familiar face.

"Officer Sato!"

"You skipped work secretly, disguised yourself, and came to watch the parade."

Just as the three girls were gossiping, a patrol car stopped, attracting the attention of gossip queen Yumi. "You're here on a date, right? A date with Takagi? I saw you choosing wigs in the restroom."

Upon hearing this, the detective team was very disappointed.

"What right do you have to judge others?"

"That violates the service regulations."

"I can foresee the future of this country."

Fortunately, Officer Shiratori suddenly appeared. "Actually, it's all for work. We recently received a very strange fax. It said he's a fan of the Anti-Spirit Team and he'll cause a lot of fun during the march."

“This fax is very similar to the crime pattern of a case we handled before, because those criminals knew what we looked like, so we went in plain clothes.”

After saying that, Shiratori's style suddenly changed, and her eyes became sharp. "Your date is next week, right?"

Yumi chimed in, "I thought you two couldn't wait and were going on a date while you were on duty. Everyone knows you're going to the newly opened tropical amusement park."

Sato was shocked. "You know everything?"

Shiratori stroked his chin, looking completely at ease. "Don't underestimate the capabilities of us police officers. As long as Takagi Special Agent chooses to be on your day off, anyone would guess it, right?"

Hearing this, Hirakiyo's lips twitched. Takagi—the Metropolitan Police Department's public enemy.

If Conan used his intelligence-gathering and insightful abilities to solve cases, he wouldn't stand a chance.