Model worker and his little darling

Just then, Uncle Mori came out, and the group walked back to the hotel.

Conan sidled up to Hirai, the two of them lagging behind. "Hirai-nii, what were you and Ran talking about just now?"

Pingqing held down Conan, who was trying to tear off his clothes. Tsk, the King of Jealousy in East Asia is truly an apt description.

Moreover, Conan's IQ drops rapidly every time he gets jealous.

Why don't you ask Xiaolan?

Conan glanced furtively at Ran walking ahead, "I don't dare."

He always felt guilty when he was around Xiaolan. Moreover, Xiaolan had been acting strangely towards him lately.

"We watch the snow, the stars, and the moon, discussing everything from poetry and songs to the philosophy of life, from the beauty of nature to our ideals of starry skies."

Conan: ...

Why can't he understand? Is he serious?

Seeing the teasing smile on Pingqing's face, Conan knew that Pingqing was making fun of him. "Ahhh, Pingqing-nii, how could you do this?"

"Ugh, it's so sour! It's making my teeth hurt so much."

Upon hearing this, Conan arrogantly showed the back of Hirai's head.

A little while later, Conan came over again, "Brother Pingqing, Ran has been acting a bit strange lately. Do you think she's discovered something?"

Pingqing glanced at Conan, thinking that Conan was so focused on the case that he hadn't noticed anything, but it turned out that he had noticed that something was wrong with Ran.

"Maybe 80% or so."

Conan sighed, "Oh dear, what should I do?"

He glanced at Xiaolan, and the urge to tell her everything grew stronger.

But how should I put it?

He didn't want to drag Xiaolan into this dark vortex; it was too dangerous, and he was afraid it would hurt her.

The journey was silent.

Back at the hotel, Conan raised his little face, as if he had made some important decision.

For now, let's solve this case first.

So he dragged Hirakiyo to the door of Natsume Touko's room.

After entering the room, Conan calmly began to deduce the truth.

"Sister Touko, you are actually the daughter of Moritsugu Kohei, the victim of the bus accident seven years ago, right?"

Natsume Touko's face showed a moment of panic, then she smiled and looked at Conan, "Little brother, what nonsense are you talking about? I only came here half a year ago to work as a conductor, and I have no connection with the people in this village."

Upon hearing this, Conan didn't say anything, but continued his reasoning, "Natsume, that should be your mother's surname. You killed both Village Chief Funaki and Deputy Village Chief Okumura, you wanted to avenge your father, right?"

“I think Sister Tako moved to this village to investigate the cause of your father’s death. There were ten people on the bus that year. After your investigation, you learned that the others would be taking the same bus. So you tampered with the brakes, planning to kill them all on the bus, at the scene of the accident seven years ago.”

Hearing this, Natsume Touko smiled. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Conan's expression turned serious. "Sister Touko, the deputy village chief Okumura, whom you killed at the beginning, wasn't even on this bus in that accident seven years ago. He was at home because of a cold, so he had absolutely nothing to do with your father's death. His name wasn't published in the newspapers."

"Ah? How is that possible?"

As the Grim Reaper chanted, Natsume Touko knelt down, weeping.

Pingqing stood at the door, her head down, making it impossible to see her expression.

These past few days have been filled with case after case, like everyone's rushing to be reborn, yet Conan remains remarkably calm. Moreover, he also has to worry about the organization and care for Ran.

Wow, that's not easy.

——————(*^▽^*)——————

Upon seeing the Porsche parked in front of him, Heisei noticed Gin's cold face and aloof aura as soon as he got in the car.

Pingqing blinked, realizing he had been a bit too wild these past few days, and then pounced on Gin.

"Koto-chan~"

Gin pushed the person away, his eyes closed, clearly not wanting to acknowledge Heikichi.

Having no other choice, she continued to pounce on Gin, "Gin-chan~, it's been so long, didn't you miss me?"

Gin snorted coldly, glancing sideways at Hirakiyo, as if to say, "So you know how to come back." He then pushed Hirakiyo away again, giving him a kick in the process.

"Koto-chan~, I brought you a present."

He looked Pingqing up and down, wondering what Pingqing would take out.

Pingqing made a heart shape with his hands and presented it to Gin, looking at him expectantly, "I brought a heart that loves you."

Gin's forehead veins throbbed as he slapped away Hirakiyo's outstretched hand and grabbed Hirakiyo's chin.

Pingqing slightly raised his head, allowing Gin to grab his neck, and gave Gin a provocative look. Feeling Gin's grip tighten, a smile appeared on Pingqing's lips.

Seeing this, Gin released his grip, and Hiraiyoshi leaned into Gin's arms and laughed.

Hearing Pingqing's muffled laughter, Gin curled his lips, pushed Pingqing aside, and started the car.

After returning to the safe house, Gin dragged Taira towards the basement.

Seeing Gin's path, Taira clung to Gin's arm, howling, "Hey, hey, no way, Gin, how could you be so cruel..."

Ignoring Pingqing's screams, he dragged her to the underground training ground, took off his coat and put it aside, then started tying his hair.

Seeing how serious Gin was, Taira Kiyoshi simply sat down on the ground and gave up.

During this period, Gin dragged him into training whenever he had time, and he's almost developed a psychological trauma from all the beatings. He just got back, and he's already getting beaten up again. How could he be so miserable?

After Gin finished preparing, he saw that Heikiri was sitting on the ground without moving. He walked directly to Heikiri and waved to him.

Pingqing put on a pitiful look, "Koto-chan~, I'm hurt, how can you bear it?"

Seeing Hirai clutching his chest in pain, Gin lifted Hirai's chin and then kicked him mercilessly. Hirai sprang up, dodging Gin's attack.

Neither of them held back; every punch landed squarely.

After kicking Gin in the leg, Hirai noticed Gin's face contort for a moment, which gave him immense satisfaction and made him feel incredibly good.

Seeing Gin's fist coming straight at him, Hirakiyo, no longer able to be smug, quickly dodged.

After a brief exchange, Ping Qingsheng lay on the ground, feeling utterly hopeless, thinking back to what had happened at Base 5 not long ago.

First, he was beaten up, then dragged to shooting practice. After the nightmare ended, he was weak in his limbs, walking unsteadily, and was mocked by Gin. In the end, he received sympathetic glances from Chianti and the others.

Sigh, a ten-year gap is really not easy to bridge.

Gin was leaning against the wall, rubbing his shoulder; it really hurt. He glanced at Hirai lying on the floor, thinking that the kid had improved quite quickly after this period of special training.