Model worker and his little darling

Heikiyo nodded. "What I mean is that you killed Mr. Hiramatsu."

It's so late at night, running around investigating cases is exhausting. It's better for everyone to finish early.

For a moment, the room fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to Shiro Umetani.

"Hahaha... Kid, the officer said Hiramatsu's car accident was an accident. What evidence do you have to say that? Besides, I'm the victim. He was planning to kill me and then fake it as a suicide."

Seeing his arrogant laughter, Pingqing rolled her eyes. What, does being a victim make you so great?

"You sabotaged Hiramatsu's car brakes beforehand and changed the angle of the cornering mirrors. Then you pretended to agree to Hiramatsu's conditions to obtain the password, but suddenly changed your mind and deliberately provoked Hiramatsu. After being stabbed in the shoulder, you lured Hiramatsu to stab you in the heart, but the cigarette box blocked it."

"After he stabbed you, he could only escape in a car with broken brakes. When he went around a bend, because of the thick fog, he mistook the reflected headlights of other cars for oncoming vehicles and was unable to brake, which led to the accident."

Upon hearing this, Conan added some evidence he had found.

How should I put it? It gave Pingqing the feeling that the two of them had conspired to frame the president.

"Kid, your story is pretty good. I think you have a talent for screenwriting. But this is all just your imagination. Do you have any evidence to prove it's true?"

Ping Qing blinked. Sure enough, he did have a screenwriter's pseudonym, but he hadn't appeared in a long time and had retired behind the scenes.

"Indeed, these are all just my guesses. However, at midnight, we can check the massage chair's program. If it disappears, it proves you didn't get the password. If it doesn't disappear, then it proves you're lying."

Although he also thought the evidence was pretty far-fetched, it didn't stop him from using it to intimidate people.

Anyway, with Conan around, no one can withstand the Grim Reaper's chant!

Upon hearing this, Shiro Umetani's expression changed.

Seeing this, everyone knew that Pingqing had been right. The rest was up to Inspector Yokomizo.

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"Wow, your collection is truly remarkable; each piece is worth savoring again and again."

Hearing Uncle Mori's praise, Hikaru Shohei felt he had found a kindred spirit.

"Mr. Mori, I didn't expect you to know so much about wine. You truly live up to your reputation as a famous detective. To be honest, these labels are from a famous wine that a European nobleman spent a long time collecting."

Seeing the two of them exchanging compliments, Yukari Takano joked, "Looks like Mr. Mori is in real trouble this time."

Tomomura Takekichi swirled his wine glass. "In my opinion, he won't be able to come over for a drink for the time being."

Hirakiyo took a sip of juice, feeling somewhat listless. After spending the night at the Shizuoka Prefectural Police Station yesterday, he had thought he could finally go home.

Unexpectedly, the man turned his car around and said he had arranged to attend a wine tasting event with the president of some financial company. He explained that he had been delayed yesterday because of an incident with Shiro Umetani in Shizuoka, so he came directly to the gathering today.

Pingqing never imagined that he would one day be following the uncle to different events.

Upon hearing the word "alcohol," Conan's mind involuntarily turned to the organization, so he tugged at the clothes of Hirai, who was sitting next to him in a daze.

"Brother Pingqing, any new developments lately?"

Pingqing sighed, "There's not much news. I haven't been in Japan long enough."

If Conan knew that the organization had been going back and forth with the FBI lately, wouldn't he jump up and presumptuously try to get involved?

Conan sighed as well, "We still don't have enough information. By the way, how's Bourbon doing lately?"

Upon hearing the name Bourbon, Ping Qing narrowed his eyes. "It's been a long time since I've seen him. I heard he was sent out on a mission. Why did you suddenly think of him?"

“Last time, the doctor took us to visit his producer friend, and we ran into him on the film set. When we greeted him, he acted a little strange.”

Hearing this, Pingqing tightened his grip on the cup slightly, but looked at Conan with a curious expression. "What's wrong?"

He'd almost forgotten that Touko was a big star; what a sin of him.

They unexpectedly bumped into each other again. But why is Conan only telling him now? Does that mean he suspects him?

"I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I felt like he was watching me. I think I even heard him say something about being careful of the people around you."

Taira no Kiyoshi: ...

Damn! I wasn't paying attention and something bad happened.

"Remember the photo I sent you last time? He may have already confirmed your identity."

Conan's face tightened. "What he said felt like a warning. Later that night, I discovered someone was following us, but they disappeared shortly after. I don't understand, would he warn us if someone was following us?"

Hirai's eyes flickered as he recalled the night he had encountered Shuichi Akai. Thankfully, the blame had fallen on Shuichi Akai.

Thanks to the FBI, thanks to Shuichi Akai, he truly is the perfect scapegoat!

"Someone's following you? It's probably aimed at you and Haibara. You two should be careful lately."

Before Conan could say anything more, he heard—

"Mrs. Kusaka, shouldn't we try some wine too? The president is so engrossed in his speech that he seems to have forgotten all about us."

"Don't worry, I'll go and remind them right now."

Seeing that a new activity was about to begin, Hirakiyo and Conan stopped talking about Bourbon.

After glancing around out of the corner of his eye, Ping Qing smiled slightly. He noticed that Ran had been observing him and Conan for the past few days. She even noticed the confident expression on her face when she saw him talking to Conan.

To be honest, Xiaolan has a very vivid imagination, but I don't know how far she has already guessed.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. In my opinion, let's try something different for today's tasting and have Mr. Waimura guess what it is. What do you think?"

Upon hearing what the company president, Kusaka Shohei, said, Tomomura Takekichi readily agreed.

Upon hearing that Tomomura Takekichi was a wine taster, Hirakiyo thought of Sawaki Kohei, who had lost his sense of taste, and hoped that Tomomura Takekichi wouldn't be so unlucky.

The wine tasting event has officially begun.

Hikaru Shohei brought out a dozen bottles of fine wine with the labels hidden, saying, "Please don't be shy, everyone, try them out and see what kind of bar this is."

Uncle Mori was extremely excited and picked up the cup, ready to drink it all in one gulp.

They discovered that the other participants were swirling the wine in their glasses and fanning themselves to smell it. Uncle Maoli quickly coughed and tried to join in, mimicking their actions.

This made Conan and Ran blush, as the uncle's appearance was indeed a bit embarrassing.