Model worker and his little darling

Then he remembered Haibara saying that she felt a look of disdain towards him, and a terrible thought surfaced in his mind.

"Could it be that Gin already knows Haibara's identity? Is he deliberately monitoring her? Maybe the doctor's house has been wiretapped."

Seeing Conan's wild imagination, Hirai swallowed hard. He was right, except that it wasn't the same person who did all of this.

Gin knows Haibara's identity; he is monitoring her and eavesdropping on Vermouth.

The two searched Professor Agasa's house thoroughly but found no trace of a bugging device.

"Thank goodness, we weren't being eavesdropped on."

Seeing Conan breathe a sigh of relief, Heishi nodded. The bugging device his sister had planted had been taken away when he came over that morning.

Seeing the two sitting silently on the sofa, Dr. Agasa walked over with a smile, carrying a cup of coffee.

“I think you’re all too nervous. Besides you, the only other person who’s been to our house recently is Dr. Araide. The fact that we didn’t find a listening device proves that Dr. Araide isn’t a bad person.”

Pingqing lowered her head, not expecting that she had unintentionally helped solidify her sister's image.

Do you think the death of that US congressman yesterday was related to any organization?

"I don't know. It could be an organization, it could be a private act of retaliation, or it could be related to other countries. After all, this isn't an ordinary person; it's an American congressman in Japan."

"Although organized crime is legal in Japan, they wouldn't dare to provoke two countries like this. No matter when, there will always be people who want to take advantage of the chaos."

Conan nodded in agreement. There are conflicts between people, and between nations. He knew the world wasn't all that great, and many things couldn't withstand close scrutiny.

We cannot immediately blame the organization for everything that happens, even though they are not innocent. Such biased thinking can cloud his judgment and lead him to make wrong decisions.

Seeing Conan deep in thought, Hirai pursed his lips. Conan clearly knew all this, yet he still asked him.

He gently patted Conan's head. "Alright, be careful lately. It's best if you and Ai don't show yourselves in public."

He was just saying it casually; these two wouldn't listen anyway.

Conan stared at Heikichi for a while and said, "Heikichi-nii, something's wrong with you. You seem particularly sad today."

Ping Qing smiled slightly, "Is that so? Perhaps you were moved by what happened to Haibara's parents. Maybe you won't see me tomorrow."

These words made Conan feel uneasy; it felt like Hirai was saying goodbye.

"What happened? Could it be that someone suspects you?"

"Not yet, I've just thought about my future. After all, as an undercover agent, I have to bring back valuable intelligence or create opportunities to complete my mission. I need to forget my identity, but I can't completely forget it."

Conan didn't know how to respond to this. After all, as an undercover agent, Hirakiyo had his own mission to complete, even if it meant sacrificing himself. He couldn't persuade him to give up, and Hirakiyo couldn't abandon everything he had worked so hard to achieve just because of a few words from him.

In his mind, from the very first time he met Pingqing, this person had been eccentric, always focusing on strange and unusual things. He never expected him to show a different side of himself today.

Indeed, to gain a foothold in such an organization, one needs to constantly disguise oneself. One can imagine the immense pressure Hirakiyo must have been under.

Noticing Conan's serious expression, Ping Qing let out a breath of stale air, feeling much more refreshed.

"Alright, I'm leaving now. Let me know if anything happens. Take care of yourselves, after all, I can't stay by your side to protect you all the time."

"Brother Pingqing, are you going to carry out some difficult mission recently?"

Ping Qing smiled and patted Conan's big head. "No. After all, this world is too dangerous. Look, potassium cyanide, bombs, fishing lines... these things are everywhere. We've encountered them all these past two days, so we have to protect ourselves."

Seeing that Hirai had reverted to his old ways, Conan was helpless.

As he left Professor Agasa's house, Taira stretched, feeling utterly exhausted from the day.

[Host, are you starting to take things to heart now?]

"How was it? Not bad, right?"

They're genuinely worried about you.

"Really? Too bad I have no heart."

A smile played on his lips, but his eyes were icy cold. It was time to deal with the troublesome people left over from the past.

——————(*^▽^*)——————

United States.

"It's been so long since I've been back, I'm really not used to it anymore."

I see you're in Japan, and you don't seem to be thinking much about America.

"What do you know? This place is full of freedom."

After all, in free America, shootings happen every day.

Those juvenile detectives are always thinking about murder cases, seeking thrills, and doing all sorts of dangerous things. They really should come to America and experience it for themselves.

Pingqing sat on the tree, swinging his legs.

It's so late at night, and nobody's passing by, otherwise I could scare people for fun.

This town is full of British charm, but it's very, very small.

The surrounding residential buildings are very distinctive, each one is different, with a clear style and unique characteristics.

In this small town lives a doctor from Japan, who lives with an elderly woman and a maid.

It's an ordinary small town with a very simple family structure.

In the stillness of the night, Pingqing entered the house.

Shinichiro was rescued by the FBI when his sister tried to get rid of him. After that, no one had time to deal with him, so this was a good opportunity to eliminate him.

Seeing that Shinichi was still sound asleep, he swiftly brought down his blade.

I will mourn for you!

Whether he is dead or alive, real or fake, all that is needed is a new Zhiming.

He didn't want Shinichiro Araide to go back to being the school doctor someday and say things he shouldn't to Conan; it would be better to send him to meet God.

The fire snake engulfed the house, making it appear exceptionally bright in the darkness.

He admired his work with a delighted expression.

"Hmm~, should we call 911?"

Oh well, let fate decide. Anyway, the houses next door are quite far away.

I stretched my wrists a bit; this is just the appetizer, the main course is yet to come.

……

On the highway at night, a silver Jaguar is speeding along.

Inside the car were Yusaku Kudo and Yukiko Kudo, who had just finished attending a party.

Yusaku Kudo was now completely drunk and slumped in the back seat, while Yukiko Kudo drove on, seething with resentment.

Suddenly, a black car veered and swerved toward her from the opposite direction.

Yukiko Kudo frantically turned the steering wheel, trying to avoid the oncoming car that was driving mad, but no matter what she did, it seemed like she couldn't avoid it.

Ultimately, the two cars collided.

The screeching sound of brakes, accompanied by the scraping and tearing of metal, and the immense inertia and impact shattered the scene into a gruesome mess.