Model worker and his little darling

Ping Qing wasn't particularly interested in this kind of wine tasting event, since the organization already had a large collection of fine wines.

If this company president were to pull out a bottle of gin or vodka, Conan would probably jump up and might even hit him. His house is covered in listening devices, to see if he's connected to the organization.

After a series of pretentious and elaborate tastings, Tomorrowo Takekichi finally revealed the answer: "This is Zola from the Tuscany region of Italy."

Soon, the fine wine prepared by Kusaka Shohei was all correctly guessed by Tomorrowo Takekichi.

"That's really impressive, it's definitely not just hype."

"It's as if you already knew what kind of wine Mr. Kusaka would bring out."

Hearing the praise from others, Hikari Shohei's face turned ugly, but Tomomura Takekichi was still pretending, "Not at all, this is just basic common sense for wine tasters."

Upon hearing this, Rixia Shengping was extremely embarrassed. He stood up, leaning on the table. "Then it was my fault. I shouldn't have brought out these basic wines to test you. In that case, I'll bring out my most treasured wines." With that, he walked alone into the wine cellar below.

Seeing Rixia Shengping leave in anger, the three were quite happy, as it was rare to see a creditor suffer a setback.

And so, the wine tasting event came to a break. The three of them left their seats, some to get some fresh air, others to touch up their makeup.

Xiao Lan breathed a sigh of relief. "That was really nerve-wracking."

Uncle Mori was still tasting his wine. After taking a small sip, he looked bewildered and said, "I can't taste anything at all."

Ping Qing smiled and said, "Uncle is still better suited to drinking beer."

Bored, Pingqing simply picked up his phone and started playing games. Conan and Ran followed suit; with their owner away, these uninvited guests were left to entertain themselves.

Time passed slowly, and Takeo Nonaka returned first.

“Mr. Mori, Mr. Kusaka seems to have been gone for quite a while, probably about forty minutes.”

The lady was bewildered when she heard that her husband had gone to the wine cellar and hadn't returned yet. "What? It's been so long? It's really rude of me to leave you here. I'll go and call him."

“Madam, I will go with you.”

Hearing that Uncle Mori was also going, Heikichi grabbed Conan and followed. And so, the group of people went down to the wine cellar in a grand procession.

As the group approached the cellar door, they looked through the glass window and discovered that the once bustling town had grown cold.

He was kneeling in a strange position between two rows of liquor cabinets, with broken bottles beside him.

After using the key on his wife to open the door, Uncle Mori walked over, reached out and touched the door. His expression instantly turned serious. "Call the police immediately! Mr. Kusaka has been murdered."

"duang~"

Pingqing turned his head and found that his wife had fainted. He was a little surprised, as this was the first time he had ever seen a family member faint.

In fact, this kind of reaction is normal when you encounter a murder scene.

Inspector Megure arrived quickly.

"Really, Mori-kun, Taira-kiyo-kun, it's you guys again."

Hearing Inspector Megure's daily rants and his almost sky-high eye rolls, Hirakiyoshi missed the enthusiastic Inspector Yokomizo a little, even though they had only been apart for a day.

"...Based on the assessment, the deceased died of asphyxiation after someone wrapped a rope around his neck and applied pressure. The wine cellar door uses an automatic lock, and only Mr. Kusaka and his wife have the key."

After examining the area, the forensic investigators came to a conclusion: "The dust on the wine cabinet showed no signs of being touched, and the window opened from the inside, so there was no possibility of intrusion. An alarm device was also installed at the bottom of the window, and the switch was on Mr. Kusaka."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Mori made a judgment: "In my opinion, the murderer probably asked Mr. Kusaka to open the door to the wine cellar himself before committing the crime here."

Conan stared at the spot where the deceased had fallen, pondering why he had adopted such a strange posture.

After wandering around the wine cellar, Ping Qingze found that there weren't any particularly good wines; his collection wasn't as good as Sawaki Kohei's. He had made a small profit after robbing Sawaki Kohei's wine last time.

Now, he can go back to his old ways.

Anyway, the man is now gone to meet God, and only a gentle lady remains in the house. Well, now I should say a beautiful widow.

With that in mind, Pingqing began contacting his people to prepare for taking over the business. He had just checked and found that the company president had quite a lot of assets.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people went to the back door to check for signs of intrusion.

After learning that all the locks in the house were electronic, everyone realized that the murderer was still inside.

Turning around, he saw Conan climbing the iron pole. He walked over with his arms crossed and said, "Hey, Conan, doing pole dancing?"

Enraged, Conan's little hand slipped, and he was about to have a close encounter with the ground when Hirai quickly grabbed his collar, making Conan roll his eyes.

Seeing Conan's miserable state, Taira no Kiyoshi let go of him; it was more fun to torment Conan.

Just then, Officer Chiba ran over. "Officer Megure, according to the investigators' report, in addition to Mr. and Mrs. Kusaka's fingerprints, the cellar door lock also has the fingerprints of Ms. Takano and Mr. Tomomura."

This made Inspector Megure's expression harden, and he led his men towards the living room, leaving Inspector Chiba standing there dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Conan leaned close to Chiba and whispered a few words in his ear, which the forensic expert next to him listened to with great interest.

After receiving the answer, Conan smiled.

Seeing Conan's glasses start to reflect light, Hirai patted Conan's big head. "Now that you know, I'm going back to playing games."

Seeing that Pingqing was about to leave, Conan quickly grabbed Pingqing's clothes, "Wait a minute, Pingqing-nii, I need your help."

"Why don't you just ask Officer Chiba and Officer Takagi to help you?"

“In their eyes, I’m just a kid. How could I possibly come up with such a brilliant crime-solving method?”

"Seeing you jumping around all day, acting like you're the most important person in the world, I thought you'd forgotten you're just a 7-year-old kid."

Conan chuckled sheepishly, "Didn't you say you wanted to keep a low profile?"

Pingqing rolled his eyes. Even though he told Conan to keep a low profile and be careful every day, Conan was still as reckless as ever.

After Conan explained the method, Hirai's lips twitched. "Are you sure you want Inspector Chiba and Inspector Takagi to do the experiment? They're always so nice to you, aren't you afraid they'll hurt someone if you smash them down?"

Looking back, Hirakiyo realized that Officer Takagi had really had a tough time this time, but luckily he was tough.

After arranging everything, Conan ran to the living room. "Uncle, Inspector Megure, Hirakiyo-nii says he knows who the culprit is and wants everyone to go to the wine cellar now."