Model worker and his little darling

Gin was speechless. Hearing this, anyone who didn't know better would think he had gone on some dangerous mission.

Did he not know? Along the way, on cruise ships and in luxury cars, he didn't suffer at all.

"You can have Phantom Thief Kid take care of it and bring it back directly."

Ping Qing choked on his words. Although it was the easiest way, how could he miss those grand occasions?

“Those magicians are there too; he can’t manage alone.”

Gin looked at Hirai, "You're quite good to him."

Pingqing blinked. "Actually, he's just so-so. We can't just watch him go and die, can we?"

"The Phantom Thief Demon, huh?"

"Did you see that? Aren't I handsome? Don't I look incredibly powerful? I was originally planning to add two horns to my head, but it's a pity. If I added my wings, I would really look like a demon."

They had actually prepared blood, but Kaito Kuroba disliked it, and the blood was too much to handle, so they had no choice but to make a pure black version of Kid.

However, with the overwhelming media coverage these past few days, the discussion about the Phantom Thief Brothers remains intense.

Seeing the regret on Hirai's face, Gin sighed helplessly. It seemed that Hirai hadn't had enough fun yet.

"Koto-chan, are you jealous?"

Seeing the smile in Pingqing's eyes, Gin's eyes darkened, and he pressed his lips to Pingqing's.

After a long and tender moment, Gin released Hiraki.

"Gin, you will never be the same."

Upon hearing this, Gin pulled Hirakiyo into his arms, a small smile curving his lips.

Ping Qing picked up the intelligence report next to him and looked at it, then curled his lip. "The Americans are here again." Come to think of it, the FBI hasn't made a move these past few days. I wonder what James is up to this time.

Thinking of this, Pingqing sighed deeply, "None of them are easy to deal with."

The next day, Ping Qing entered the base and saw Xila and Vodka huddled together, their gazes towards him extremely strange. Ping Qing looked down at himself in confusion; his clothes seemed fine.

"What's wrong? Don't you recognize me after a few days?"

"Yu Lu, what's the deal with that Stinger?"

After that operation, Mikasa had publicized Morofushi Kagemitsu's undercover work extensively within the organization. Now, they've brought out someone who looks exactly like him; it just seems bizarre.

Upon hearing this, Pingqing slapped his forehead.

"Ah, I've been so busy lately that I forgot about it. Stinger is mine, you can rest assured."

However, the matter has been brewing for so long, I wonder what the police are thinking. I'm really curious.

"I'm already looking forward to seeing you mess up."

A rollover?

Absolutely impossible!

"By the way, why did you create someone like this?"

Seeing Xila's curiosity, Pingqing patted his shoulder with a bitter face, "You don't know, I'm so busy every day that I'm dizzy and confused, so I found someone to help me with the work."

Vodka suddenly perked up. Here it comes, here it comes, Yu Lu is coming with his smooth talk.

Sila's lips twitched; no one would believe that.

"Bourbon's been acting a bit strange lately, so be careful. If you mess things up, I'll definitely laugh at you mercilessly."

Upon hearing this, Pingqing's eyes flickered. After spending these past few days together, Touko should have already confirmed that Stinger was his childhood friend.

He could definitely tell that Stinger had been experimented on, and his current goal was to figure out what had happened to Stinger, perhaps even hoping to restore him.

That's good, then he won't have time to cause trouble. He doesn't want to be dealing with the FBI in front of him, and then have the police messing with him from behind.

"Got it." He then patted Sila's shoulder with a smile. "You seem to have a lot of free time lately. Shuichi Akai is in the hospital, why don't you go and keep an eye on him?"

Hearing this, Sila became interested. "Who did it?"

"I threw the bomb into his car when he wasn't looking, and he was blown up."

Seeing Ping Qing's nonchalant demeanor, Xila rolled her eyes. Why did he have to come here to listen to Yu Lu brag?

Seeing that Xila did not believe him, Pingqing had no choice but to admit that he had been talking nonsense all along and now no one believed him when he told the truth.

……

Conan sat on the sofa thinking about the recent events, each one of which was very strange. Just as he was about to go upstairs to find Hirai, Ran walked in.

"Conan, why are you still in your pajamas? We're going out, hurry up and change."

"Okay, Sister Xiaolan."

Watching Conan obediently go to change his clothes, Ran smiled. He's clearly just a child; she must have been overthinking what happened a few days ago.

Thinking of Shinichi Kudo, Ran immediately took out her phone and sent an email. Just as she pressed send, Conan's phone behind her vibrated.

Xiaolan opened it and saw that it was also an email.

Hmm? Is it a coincidence?

Before Ran could think it through, Conan returned.

Seeing Ran staring blankly at his phone, Conan was shocked. Without saying a word, he snatched the phone back and began to question her.

Did you look inside?

"No, it's just that you seem to have received an email."

Conan stiffly held his phone and began to awkwardly try to bluff, "It must have been sent by Dr. Agasa, because I asked him to fix my detective badge."

When he stepped outside, he saw that it was an email from Xiaolan, and he instantly broke down. Looking back guiltily, he saw Xiaolan looking at him with suspicion.

On the bus, Uncle Mori complained, "Seriously, why are you guys coming along too?"

Conan stared wide-eyed. "Didn't the client say you should bring your family along? Besides, there's a good chance I can think of something that can help Uncle, right, Ran-neechan?"

But Xiaolan looked very unwell today, sitting in the back row with her arms crossed. "That's right, and you always manage to show brilliant reasoning skills that rival those of a dozen famous detectives, right?"

Conan's guilty conscience was obvious to everyone, and Ran began to have a guess.

Seeing the tense atmosphere in the car, the uncle glared at Conan.

Xiao Lan then changed her tone, asking, "Why isn't Pingqing coming with us today?"

"The commission my uncle received was to find something, but Pingqing wasn't interested, so he went to the doctor's house alone."

Hearing Conan's explanation, Ran nodded. "Hey, I wonder if Hirai and Shinichi keep in touch?" she said, staring intently at Conan to see his reaction.

Conan suddenly realized that even though Kid had saved the day, it hadn't completely dispelled Ran's suspicions.

"Uh... well, I don't know anything about what happened between Hirakiyo and Shinichi."

Seeing Conan's flustered appearance, Ran secretly confirmed her guess; there was indeed something wrong here.

Seeing that Ran didn't press the matter further, Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, the three arrived at the client's home.

"You mean this case is about finding a cell phone?" Uncle Mori looked shocked. He had thought it was a big case involving a wealthy family, but it turned out to be just about finding a cell phone.