Model worker and his little darling

The reasoning continues, and when the uncle gets stuck, Conan gives him a hint.

Ping Qing clicked his tongue. Ever since Conan stopped using tranquilizer darts, the two of them have been working together better and better.

“I have no reason to defend him. Although we meet occasionally for work, we're not that close.”

"Because he is actually your biological father!"

Conan's eyes widened, and he muttered to himself, "Is that so?" Then he turned to look at Hirai, "Do you know?"

Hirai shook his head. If he hadn't known the plot beforehand, he would have made the same judgment as Conan. Because of Kazami Yoshiteru's words, it was easy to associate them with a romantic relationship.

"How do you know that the murderer your uncle found this time is the right one?"

"Because the uncle was very serious and focused today, which was very different from his usual demeanor."

To be honest, he'd always thought Uncle Mori was like a plot hole. He wouldn't be surprised if Uncle Mori suddenly revealed his true identity one day.

Finally, persuaded by Yu Cheng Liuli, Nan Yunxiao turned himself in.

Seeing that Uncle Mori had reverted to his old ways, Conan curled his lip and said, "Weird guy!"

——(*^▽^*)——

It was pitch black and shrouded in mist.

"Oh? Here we go again? Why does Dad's rented car always break down every time we go out? What are we going to do in this remote mountain area? There's no cell phone signal either."

Pingqing stuck his head out of the car window. To be honest, it was quite scary in the middle of nowhere at night.

The uncle's reputation as a vehicle killer is well-deserved.

I checked the car before setting off, but it broke down after only a short drive, before we even left Shizuoka Prefecture.

Uncle Mori has gradually gotten used to this strange thing, and sometimes he even thinks that maybe he's not suited to go out.

"Now I just need to wait for the right person, and I think it will come soon. After all, I've always been lucky."

Sigh, I wonder which unlucky person had the misfortune of running into them this time.

Hearing this, Conan rolled his eyes. "Brother Pingqing, at a time like this, you still have the mood to joke around."

"Otherwise, are you going to walk back to Tokyo?"

Before long, lights came on ahead.

"There's a car."

The car got closer and closer, but then it turned a corner and disappeared onto the highway.

"That's a fork in the road, let's go take a look."

Hearing this, Xiaolan hesitated a little, "Do you really want to go?"

Seeing Xiaolan's frightened expression, Pingqing realized that she was a girl who was afraid of ghosts.

"I'll go take a look first, you guys wait here."

Seeing Hirai get out of the car, Conan quickly followed. In the end, Ran decided it was better to go together, so she pulled her father along and followed behind.

Before long, the four of them reached the end.

There was a building with a row of cars parked in the open space in front of it. Conan walked over and found that each car was still warm.

"Cool Dragon Health Equipment Co., Ltd., I've never heard of that before." With that, Uncle Maoli rang the doorbell.

Ping Qing never expected there would be a company in this deep mountain forest. However, no matter how well hidden, it can't stop death from coming to its door.

Soon, a man wearing glasses walked out.

"can I help you?"

"Sorry to bother you so late, our car broke down nearby, so..."

Before the older man could finish speaking, the younger man became impatient and said, "Go ask someone else for help. We have other things to do later."

He shoved the man aside, locked the door, and turned to leave without hesitation.

Pingqing quickly grabbed the uncle who almost fell down the steps, somewhat bewildered. Wasn't it supposed to be 100% successful for the Grim Reaper family to stay at their place? This time, they were locked out.

Emergency evacuation?!

Seeing this, the uncle also uttered a curse, "If I die, I will definitely become a ghost and come back to haunt you!"

Just as the four were about to get back into their car, another man came running after hearing the commotion and invited them inside.

"This is our company's R&D center; nobody usually comes here..."

Seeing Nakano Haruo invite them in, Hiramatsu Masaki, the man who had refused them earlier, angrily retorted, "Is this a good idea? What if they're corporate spies?"

Hearing the two arguing, a burly man came out of the house.

"What are you doing?"

"President."

Uncle Mori quickly introduced himself, "Excuse me for bothering you, I'm definitely not here to pry into business secrets, I'm private detective Kogoro Mori."

Ping Qing's lips twitched. A private investigator? That sounded more like someone trying to uncover business secrets. After all, Uncle Mori's usual job was to follow and secretly photograph people.

The president exclaimed in surprise, "Mouri? That famous detective?"

He then softened his expression, took out his business card and handed it to Uncle Mori, "It's an honor to meet you. I am Shiro Umetani, the president of Cool Dragon Health Equipment Co., Ltd."

He then enthusiastically grabbed Uncle Mori's hand, "By the way, Mr. Mori, please be our tester. We are currently holding an internal competition to launch a new product, and we would appreciate your fair opinion."

Upon entering the room, you'll see several massage chairs.

"Oh, this feels so good, so nice..."

The products from the First Development Department received high praise from Uncle Mori, but then—

"President, his massage chair uses a lot of imported materials, which will probably increase production costs significantly."

Upon hearing this, Shiro Umeya was very angry, but seeing that Uncle Mori was also there, he instantly raised his emotional intelligence, saying, "If we don't keep launching new products, we won't be able to satisfy customers' desire for novelty."

Next up was the massage chair from the Second Development Department, specifically designed for young people, which made Uncle Mori, an old man, exclaim that he couldn't handle it.

Finally, there's the Third Development Department, with its chuunibyou (delusional) designs, featuring Mori wrapped in an outfit.

A solid-hammer space pilot!

The comfortable feel made Uncle Mori keep praising it.

"The new idea is only a computer program; almost everything else uses the existing framework, so the production cost should be less than half of that of the second development department."

After the presentation, Shiro Umetani said he would think about it.

Pingqing stood to one side, admiring the knife displayed on the wall.

Staring at the sharpest knife, he felt an itch in his hands, and his mind was already filled with images of how to use various knives, making him want to go to the base and experiment with them. He then shook his head, suppressing the strange excitement in his heart.

Soon, the president came out.

"I apologize for keeping you all waiting. I have decided to produce products from the Third Development Department and merge the First and Second Development Departments into one department."

Seeing that the president and Masaki Hiramatsu had something to discuss, everyone else was resting in the reception area.