Model worker and his little darling

Takayoshi Tsujimura trembled all over: "Once, my father got drunk and said he gave Mr. Yamamoto and Mr. Sato something good that could help them get higher positions."

Uncle Mori's eyes narrowed as he looked at Takayoshi Tsujimura: "Do you know what that thing is?"

Takayoshi Tsujimura shook his head.

"Inspector Megure, it seems they were all killed because of something."

Inspector Megure nodded, stood up to say goodbye; he still had a lot to do, as Tokyo had been quite turbulent lately.

Uncle Mori wanted to go along with the investigation, and Inspector Megure thought about it and agreed.

Heiji and Taira wanted to go with them, but were refused: "This is a very serious and heinous incident. The police will not allow you to go to the scene."

Seeing that Conan was trying to sneak up and follow, Hirai grabbed Conan.

After what happened, no one was in the mood to talk.

When Heiji couldn't find Shinichi Kudo, he had no choice but to say goodbye and leave.

Watching Heiji's departing figure, she glanced at Conan, whom he was holding onto.

Sigh, I ruined your first date after all.

Seeing that he couldn't go to the scene, Conan turned to talk to Pingqing. Pingqing patted Conan's big head and said, "Conan, take your medicine properly. Come and play with me again when you're better from your cold."

Ran also pulled Conan back: "Conan, listen to me, your cold is already quite bad, you can't just run around like that anymore."

Conan had no choice but to obey, take the medicine, and go to sleep.

Ping Qing and Xiao Ran stood on the stairs: "Xiao Ran, you have to keep a close eye on Conan. You know he loves to wander around crime scenes. Don't let your guard down just because he's asleep; he might be faking it."

"I know, Pingqing-ge. It's a good thing you stopped Conan just now, otherwise he would have run away."

After giving his instructions, Heikichi left, but after thinking for a moment, he decided to tell Gin what had happened that day.

What was supposed to be a peaceful day turned into a surprise when Conan came looking for Hirai that evening.

Seeing Conan's listless state, Heikichi devised an ancient Chinese remedy—hot water.

Conan took a sip of hot water, blinked his adorable big eyes, and with a slightly nasal tone, cutely held the cup: "Does this really work, Brother Pingqing?"

Pingqing pinched Conan's little face. Ah, no, he couldn't stand Conan's cute appearance.

He really wanted to shake Conan awake. "You're Shinichi Kudo! How can you make that kind of face?" he thought. "Never mind, I'll just take a picture and save it for Ran to admire."

"Of course it's useful. Okay, you should go back to sleep now, or your little Lan sister will worry."

Conan choked. He had only been there for a few minutes and they were already sending him back. Was he really that unpopular?

"Brother Pingqing, I just arrived."

"Hahaha, really?"

Conan saw a news report on TV about the bombing of the diplomat Tsujimura's house, so he tugged at Taira no Kiyoshi's clothes: "Hey, Taira no Kiyoshi-nii, you're also concerned about this case?"

"Of course, it's best if such a terrifying killer is caught sooner rather than later. What if I run into them one day when I go out? I'd be doomed!"

Conan shook his head, feeling like he'd heard that phrase before.

"Brother Pingqing, do you think those FBI agents are real?"

"It's probably 80% fake."

Conan lowered his head in thought: "Heijiro-nii thinks so too. It seems that 'that thing' is very important, but unfortunately it can't be found anymore."

He always felt that this matter was related to those two organizations.

Heiji flicked Conan on the forehead.

Conan covered his forehead, looking at Heikichi with teary eyes: "Hirakichi-nii, what are you doing? It hurts so much."

"These are not things for a child like you to think about. If you think about them too much, you won't grow tall."

Seeing that Hirai's attention was on the TV, Conan spoke up.

"Brother Pingqing, where have you been all this time?"

"I went to a friend's house. Didn't you see someone come to pick me up?"

"When did you get back?"

"I came back while you were asleep."

"Brother Pingqing, what do you do?"

"I'm a genius, I'm just visiting Japan."

Why aren't you working?

"There's no need to work if you're rich at home."

"Then why do you often go out at night?"

"There are different ways to play at night, which children wouldn't understand."

Are you investigating something?

"Yes, we should investigate which restaurant has the best food, which family has the prettiest daughter, and which bar has the best drinks."

Are you with the FBI?

"If you think so, then I can be too."

Have you ever heard of Academy City?

"No."

Have you heard of Xiao?

"No."

"Where is the glory? Where is Miyamoto Musashi?"

"No."

Hearing Pingqing's half-hearted answer, Conan glared at him angrily. "Hmph, he just knows how to fool me."

Ping Qing looked at Conan with a smile: "Little detective, why don't you keep asking questions? I answered every single one of your questions seriously."

Ha, you little rascal, trying to trick me into revealing information.

“Brother Pingqing is just talking nonsense and trying to appease me.”

"Hmm? Then tell me, which of my statements was nonsense?"

“Normally, people would be curious when I ask about Academy City or something. But unlike Taira no Kiyoshi, who just says there’s no such thing.”

Taira no Kiyoshi: ...

He's the one who caused all of this; he's curious about something.

"Conan, that's not right of you. You were just asking me if I had heard of it, and it was normal for me to answer no. Asking out of curiosity is a different matter."

Conan: ...

Sophistry, this is sophistry.

He usually manages to get prisoners to cry, kneel, and repent with just his words, so why doesn't it work on Pingqing?

He couldn't argue with Pingqing at all, and he didn't know how Pingqing came up with so many twisted arguments.

Seeing that Conan's expression wasn't good, Pingqing sighed, looking at him with a helpless expression: "Conan, what is Academy City? Tell me quickly, I'm really curious."

Conan was speechless. He wasn't a child anymore; he didn't need to be coaxed like that.

So Conan decided to get straight to the point: "Brother Heikiyo, I know you must be someone of importance."

Ping Qing nodded: "That's right, I am a person of great status. I used to be just an ordinary person, and I felt deeply saddened to see people die in this world every day. So God sent me to this world to help it get out of pain and move towards happiness. You can call me God's favorite."

Conan curled his lip, "Shameless, calling himself God's favorite."

Pingqing could tell from Conan's glance that he didn't believe him. He swear to God, he was telling the truth. Does nobody believe the truth these days?

"Brother Pingqing, can you be serious for once?"

Pingqing took out a mirror and looked at himself. With such a handsome face, how could he be anything but serious? He then looked at Conan with a serious expression: "Conan, I'm a very serious person. Don't ruin my reputation."

Hey, hey, hey, look at yourself! You're talking nonsense, you don't look serious at all. Conan felt so tired.

Seeing Conan's exhausted appearance, Pingqing stood up: "Your cold isn't better, and you don't look well either. Let's go, I'll take you home."

After saying that, he picked up Conan and walked out.

Conan looked completely bewildered in Pingqing's arms. Why did he look so pale? It's because talking to you is too tiring.

After successfully throwing Conan back into the agency, Hirai received a message in the darkness.

Nearby, a car he recognized was parked—a Porsche 356A.

After changing his face, he walked towards the place Gin had given him.