Model worker and his little darling

The moment the letter K was completed, everyone gasped in surprise.

Sudden--

A gunshot shattered the glass.

Seeing that something was wrong, Conan subconsciously glanced at Hirai.

Noticing Conan's gaze, Hirai's lips twitched involuntarily. Honestly, this had nothing to do with him. He then pressed down on Conan's large head, "I've been with you guys the whole time; this has nothing to do with me."

Conan smiled sheepishly, "Who told you to come here with a mission from that organization? And now things have really gone wrong."

Taira no Kiyoshi: ...

Whether he comes or not, that person is going to die anyway, so what does it have to do with him?

Hattori took the lead and rushed into the building.

Immediately afterwards, Conan and Uncle Mori followed.

Soon, Officer Ōtaki arrived with police from Osaka Prefecture.

Seeing that Conan and Hattori were already caught up in the moment, Hirai stayed close to Ran and Hatake to prevent Conan from becoming suspicious and doubting him again.

"Hey, look at this uncle's left hand, it looks like he's holding something. And his right hand is weird too, his little finger and ring finger are both bent."

Upon hearing Conan's words, Uncle Mori and Inspector Otaki both leaned over, saying, "It's a belt."

"I think the belt and his gestures suggest that he left a message before he died."

Uncle Mori started brainstorming, racking his brains to eliminate all three people, and inexplicably introduced Mr. Bando.

Hearing Uncle Mori's nonsensical reasoning, Inspector Otaki was very puzzled and quietly whispered to Hattori, "Heiji, is this guy really the famous detective Kogoro Mori? He seems completely different from before."

Hattori coughed twice, wanting to say that this was the real Uncle Mori, and that the famous detective was all because of Kudo's behind-the-scenes machinations.

However, despite the complaints, we still had to help cover for him: "I think he's probably a little drunk today, his mind isn't clear, so his reasoning is a bit muddled."

Then, changing the subject, he said, "We can study the death information later. Let's first investigate whether there was any gunfire."

After an investigation, no trace of gunpowder was found. A brief body search of Ray Curtis and his two companions also yielded no suspicious findings.

"Because they won their case against that reporter, proving their innocence; those scandals were all fabricated by that reporter. So I don't think the three of them had any reason to kill that reporter, and..."

Hattori was stunned for a moment when he saw Conan defending the three of them.

"Kudo, what's wrong with you? You're acting really strange today."

Hearing Hattori mutter to himself, Taira Kiyoshi slapped him on the shoulder. "What are you muttering about?"

"Heiji, don't you think Kudo is acting strangely today? If it were before, he would have raised questions about this guy's ambiguous alibi from all angles long ago."

"Yes, indeed, one of the suspects is his idol. He certainly doesn't want to believe that his idol is the murderer, so he subconsciously tries to exonerate them."

As they were talking, Hattori saw the mop and sighed, "Kudo is really going to be heartbroken now. With this, it will be so much easier to commit a crime."

Just then, Conan heard Hira and Kiyoshi say that the murderer was Ray Curtis, and his face darkened.

"Don't talk nonsense, there's absolutely no such thing. I will prove it, you just wait and see." After saying that, he rushed out.

Ping Qing curled his lips. Conan must be feeling terrible right now. The more he investigated, the more he realized that his idol was the prime suspect, especially since his idol was indeed using drugs.

Discovering the truth yourself and sending your idol to prison is quite a blow.

Tsk, Death's house has collapsed!

Back in the lobby, they saw Ray Curtis and his two companions looking for Inspector Otaki, wanting to return to the hotel first.

Just as Officer Otaki was in a dilemma, Hattori patted him on the shoulder.

"It's alright, none of the three of them tested positive for gunpowder. Mr. Ray Curtis, there's someone waiting to see you right now, in that room you were just in. That guy is your number one fan."

Ray Curtis walked into the room, and Conan gently kicked the soccer ball, recreating the crime scene.

"The method is actually very simple: use a mop and a sliding door to block the light switch, and at the moment the victim dies, kick the soccer ball downstairs and make the mop fall to the ground. The tilted sliding door will then turn on the room light..."

After surviving a brush with death, Ray Curtis voluntarily confessed all his crimes to the Osaka Prefectural Police Department.

Watching Conan's lonely figure, Taira said to Hattori, "The matter has been resolved. I'm leaving now."

"Huh? Pingqing-ge, aren't you coming with us?"

Seeing Hiraiyoshi's figure disappear around the corner, Hattori scratched his head. These two... sigh...

When Conan came to his senses and wanted to discuss the organization with Hirai in detail, he found that Hirai had already left.

——(*^▽^*)——

Looking at the deep mountains and forests before him, Ping Qing had a terrible headache. Why would he build the armory in such a godforsaken place?

It's kind of eerie, especially late at night.

She looked up at the sky and said, "Koto-chan, I feel like it's going to rain."

Just a few minutes after I finished speaking, a torrential downpour began.

Listening to the rain hitting the car window, Pingqing, who was already feeling stifled, became even more irritable.

They wouldn't have known there was a problem with the warehouse if someone hadn't spotted weapons belonging to the organization outside. They traced the weapons all the way to Osaka, only to be met with this bizarre weather.

Once it's found out who's behind this, he'll definitely make them pay.

It's important to understand that the organization doesn't sell weapons to individuals; its partners are large terrorist organizations, such as armed groups in Myanmar.

Pingqing pulled up the surveillance footage, while Gin smoked a cigarette, pressing a gun against the administrator's head.

Sensing the killing intent emanating from Gin, the people around him were so nervous they didn't know where to put their hands.

God knows, when Gin suddenly stood in front of them with a gun in the middle of the night, they almost couldn't catch their breath.

After watching for a while, Ping Qing waved his hand, saying that the surveillance footage had obviously been tampered with.

"Sir, would you like to see any other videos?"

"No need. Surveillance footage from different dates has been combined into a single day. What's the point of looking at it?"

Upon hearing this, Gin shot the administrator in the thigh, his voice chillingly cold, "Tell me."

The administrator screamed and knelt on the ground, trembling and unable to utter a single word.

"boom--"

Gin successfully sent one person away.

Seeing this, the people next to him trembled even more violently.

Watching Gin walk out of the monitoring room, Taira Kiyoshi pursed his lips and started working.

Not long after, gunshots were heard outside, and it was clear that Gin's patience had run out.