Model worker and his little darling

"what?"

Seeing Conan's bewildered expression, Hirai Kiyoto was dumbfounded. It turned out that Conan's attention had been entirely focused on Kid.

What a love!

They were determined to get him arrested.

"You can observe the expressions on the faces of everyone present."

Upon hearing this, Conan looked at Ran and saw that she had a smile on her face. Words of envy and romance kept flooding his ears, and he understood what Hirai meant.

An endless bitterness began to spread from the bottom of her heart, and her small figure was filled with loneliness.

What can he do in his current state?

He hates how he is now, and he hates his impulsive self.

The sorrowful atmosphere also affected Xiaolan, and tears welled up in her eyes.

For a moment, the two of them were in their own world, enveloped in sorrow, a stark contrast to the warm and romantic atmosphere around them.

Sonoko quickly noticed the problem; Ran's mood had been off lately. Although Ran hadn't said anything, it was obvious that the arrogant detective was affecting her.

“Brother Pingqing…” She didn’t know how to comfort Xiaolan.

Seeing Sonoko looking at Ran with concern, Hirai sighed, "Don't worry, everything will be alright."

Tsk, now that they know everything, they still have something to cry about.

Eventually, the commotion subsided and calm returned.

——————(*^▽^*)——————

They had just come down from the snow-capped mountain when they encountered Mihana in the rain. The three of them only breathed a sigh of relief after running into the office.

As soon as I opened the door, I was hit by a strong smell of alcohol.

Uncle Mori was lying face down on the table, his face flushed. Yoko Okino's drama was playing on the TV, and beer bottles were scattered on the table.

"Oh dear, Dad, why are you drunk again?"

As soon as she entered the house, she saw her elderly father drunk, and Xiaolan felt utterly exhausted.

"What does it matter? You all went out to have fun, what's wrong with me having a drink by myself?"

Ping Qing was somewhat impressed by the uncle; he never seemed to know the meaning of moderation, yet his body could still handle it. After so many years of living a life of debauchery, he didn't even have a beer belly.

There was no other way but to help the person to their room.

Ran, who was about to clean up the mess, slapped her forehead. "I almost forgot, Hattori and Kazuha said they were coming today. I wonder where they are?"

"Then I'll call them and ask them first." With that, Conan ran off to make a call.

As Pingqing came down from the third floor, he saw Conan with a serious expression and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong?"

“We can’t get through to Hattori on the phone, but his mother said they took an 8 a.m. flight, so they should have arrived long ago. Could something have happened to them?”

"Maybe her phone died." Pingqing didn't care; after all, it wasn't their fault if something happened. "By the way, did you call Kazuha?"

Xiaolan put down her phone and shook her head.

Huh? Something really happened?

Did they say what they wanted to do when they came over?

"They said they would first go to find a man named Kusunoki, who used to be Kazuha's father's subordinate and now works at a detective agency in Tokyo."

It turns out that Nankawa wrote a letter to Kazuha's father, and then there was no further news. Since the two of them were coming to Tokyo this time, they decided to stop by and check on him.

"I'll go look for it. You guys just wait at home."

Taira no Kiyoshi had already remembered that Hattori had been kidnapped and that he was tasked with deciphering a code.

Go straight over and knock the criminal out of the way, then hand him over to Inspector Megure to gain favor and resolve the matter perfectly.

"I'm going with Brother Pingqing. Sister Xiaolan, you should rest well at home."

Heiji was a little annoyed that Conan wanted to come along, but it was impossible to get Conan to stay home obediently.

The two walked all the way to Nan Chuan's house to look for clues.

……

"Is this the place? Kazuha." Hattori groped for something.

"Not here, Heiji, a little to the left."

Hattori's eyes welled up with cold sweat. "Hmm? Left side? Here?"

"Ouch, that hurts! Where are you inserting it? Didn't I say the left side?" Toyama Kazuha complained, writhing in pain.

"Fool, don't speak so loudly, those guys will hear you."

Pingqing, who was watching the live stream in the car: ...

The dialogue was terrible, especially since the two were in a dark attic; it was too easy for people to misunderstand.

Unexpectedly, the two of them started playing handcuffs again.

Hattori and Kazuha are now tied up back-to-back in a dark attic.

"Click!"

It was the sound of something falling to the ground.

"Oh no!" Hattori exclaimed, "The safety pin has fallen into the crack in the floor."

"What did you do?" Kazuha was truly exasperated with this sixth brother. "Without safety pins, how are we supposed to open these handcuffs?"

Do you have any other similar safety pins?

Kazuha sighed and shook her head. "That's all. That's all."

Hattori gritted his teeth, "Damn it!"

Kazuha looked at a piece of paper next to her, printed with numbers and English letters that she couldn't understand. "Forget about the handcuffs for now. I think you should unlock the code first, so we can leave here."

"She's right. If you want to leave here and go out to sunbathe, you'd better decipher the code quickly."

A tall man climbed up a movable wooden ladder to the attic and pointed a gun at the two men. Behind him was an obese man carrying another man on his shoulder.

Hattori's pupils contracted. "Mr. Kusukawa!"

The tall man threw the man to the ground and warned, "Otherwise, you'll all become cold corpses like this guy."

"Heiji." Kazuha Toyama looked at Heiji Hattori with some fear.

"Don't worry, I believe they will definitely find us." A determined glint flashed in Hattori's eyes.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rings.

Hattori was puzzled for a moment, then his heart leaped with joy. Could it be that Conan and Hirai had arrived?

Upon hearing the doorbell, the two men exchanged a glance, then pulled out guns and pressed them against each other's foreheads.

"Strange? Why hasn't anyone come to open the door for so long? Is no one home?" Ping Qing looked puzzled. It's inconvenient to act with Conan; they also have to put on an act.

"Let's wait a little longer, this is the last one with the surname Ito."

Ping Qing's lips twitched. He hadn't expected so many people in Japan to have the surname Ito. But it didn't matter; he had other names.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

A woman of similar build to Inspector Megure, wearing round-framed glasses, looked at Hirai and Conan with a kind expression, while holding an adorable kitten in her arms.

Taira no Kiyoshi: ...

A kendo practitioner and an aikido practitioner, kidnapped by this chubby lawyer with absolutely no fighting skills? Is it really that pathetic?

Well, because he could dodge bullets, Pingqing selectively ignored the two burly men with guns in the attic.