Model worker and his little darling

It was already late at night when he got home. After having a late-night snack at Ran's house, Pingqing quickly made his escape. Ran was suspicious of Conan, so it was best for him to leave early to avoid getting into trouble.

Seeing this, Conan also said he was going to sleep, but Ran noticed his guilty look. She knew that Conan had realized she suspected his true identity.

At that moment, Xiaolan remembered that the office door was still open, so she went downstairs.

Once on the second floor, Ran stood by the window, took out the phone Conan had left behind when they got out of the car, and fell silent.

If there are emails she sent to Shinichi on her phone, that would be irrefutable proof that Conan is Shinichi.

Although she desperately wanted to confirm her suspicions, Ran hesitated. If Conan really was Shinichi, how should she face him starting tomorrow?

Thinking about this, scenes of his past interactions with Conan flashed before his eyes: confessing his feelings to Shinichi in front of Conan, sleeping with Conan, taking baths with Conan...

The more I recall it, the more unbelievable it seems.

So Ran picked up her phone and started to struggle with the decision, wanting to confirm her guess but also wanting Shinichi to tell her in person. After agonizing for a while, Ran finally opened Conan's phone.

Seeing that a password was required, Xiaolan thought it was usually something like a birthday. After entering Conan's birthday, there was indeed no response.

Then I thought of today's case. It was a four-digit phone password, and it would take eight hours to try them all. So I decided to think of some special numbers.

Thinking it might be her birthday, Xiaolan suddenly felt embarrassed. After hesitating for a while, she still blushed and entered her birthday, but it still failed.

After calming down, Xiaolan looked up at the commotion upstairs and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that everything was normal.

"2036, 2037, 2038..."

She mechanically entered numbers, a heavy yawn bringing on drowsiness. Ran put down her phone, still deciding to ponder the numbers Shinichi might have set.

Just as the night grew quiet, the sound of a car horn came from outside. Looking at the license plate 4649, I couldn't help but try to translate the homonym – "Please give me your guidance."

This suddenly brought back memories for Ran. She and Shinichi had just finished watching a romantic movie and were taking the bus home. While she was still immersed in the romantic story, Shinichi was translating the license plate. It was because of that license plate that they caught a robber.

Following Shinichi's habit of using puns, Ran thought of Sherlock Holmes, but 4062 was still the wrong answer. Remembering that Sherlock Holmes' name was Sherlock, she randomly pressed 4869.

Ran panicked a little after successfully cracking the password. But after calming down, she decided to check Conan's emails.

After browsing through the list, I couldn't find what she posted.

Thinking that Shinichi was a cunning detective, Ran took out her phone and decided to send the message again.

But Conan's phone didn't respond, which Ran found unbelievable. So she sent a series of frantic calls, but still nothing happened, and Ran began to doubt herself.

Suddenly, the phone rang. When she answered, it was a familiar voice.

"What are you doing? Why are you sending me the same email over and over again?"

"Shinichi..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door, which sounded very urgent.

Ran felt a little guilty, but when she opened the door, she found it was Conan.

Conan saw Ran holding his phone and immediately panicked, "Huh? That's mine!"

Ran explained that she found it in the car and returned it to Conan.

Upon checking his phone, Conan dramatically exclaimed, "I clearly locked it! Ran-neechan, did you peek inside?"

"Of course I didn't watch it, but why can't I watch it?"

"Of course I can't look at them. I also receive messages from girls I like."

Seeing Conan run away blushing shyly, Ran shook her head.

Back upstairs, Conan opened a metal bucket. Inside was a tape recorder playing Shinichi Kudo's voice, and a cell phone of the same model, in which he was talking to Ran.

What a professional set of tools, specifically designed for creating alibis.

After stopping the tape recorder, Conan used the voice changer to chat with Ran.

Upon seeing this, Pingqing clicked his tongue. Judging from Xiaolan's expression, she didn't seem to believe Conan's explanation.

Perhaps I just need a reason to deceive myself.

Seeing that the couple was starting to show off their affection, Pingqing focused his attention on the computer in front of him.

Sigh, if he hadn't gone to eat melons with Conan, he would have been asleep long ago.

……

It's late at night, and most people are already in a deep sleep, which is the best time for trading and hunting.

An inconspicuous residential area on the outskirts of the city was quiet at this moment.

Time slowly passed, and the long-silent parallel lines suddenly began to undulate.

The night breeze ruffled her hair, and Pingqing smiled slightly. There was movement.

A rustling sound.

"This is the intelligence you wanted. The organization hasn't had any major operations lately, but we can no longer make contact."

Looking at the woman dressed in all black in front of him, James nodded. "Understood. Be careful."

After exchanging a few brief words, the woman walked into the darkness.

James sighed. The longer he remained undercover, the more he resembled someone from that organization. If things continued this way, even one of his own would become a troublesome super-criminal.

……

Rose wine.

She is a very elegant woman who has been with the organization for five or six years.

I've been watching her for so long, I never expected it to be her. She's really cautious. James has been in Japan for so long, and the two of them only met today.

An imperfect person, someone who makes mistakes, is actually more authentic. Instead of showing off their full potential from the start, they steadily and surely became who they are today.

It doesn't attract attention, nor does it easily arouse suspicion.

He remembered that Rose Wine seemed to have a good relationship with his sister, and also with Amuro Tooru; the two of them seemed to have been drinking together and appeared to have a good relationship.

If he hadn't been keeping a close eye on James, who knows how long this guy would have remained hidden.

After sending a rapid-fire email to Vermouth, Hirakiyo decided to go home and sleep. He couldn't be the only one working so hard; the others had to watch.

Ah, another tiring day.