Model worker and his little darling

Hearing Pingqing's words, the three little ones nodded repeatedly.

Hirakiyo stood in front of Gin, blocking Takagi's scrutiny.

Fortunately, Hirai was nice, so Takagi didn't think too much about it and just thought the man behind him was quiet.

"Officer, we have nothing to do with this murder case. Can we leave now?"

Takagi scratched his head. "I'm sorry, we haven't figured it out yet. We'll have to ask you two to stay and cooperate with our investigation for now."

Pingqing smiled and nodded, appearing very easy to talk to.

If Inspector Megure performs normally, they will be able to leave soon.

"I see. Miss Tai Mei rode her bicycle here to get ahead of everyone, but because it was dark and visibility was poor, she couldn't brake in time, so she rushed over the fence and fell onto the road below."

"His head hit something on the road and bounced off, falling into the bushes outside the guardrail along with the bicycle. Then his body slid and fell into the middle of the road. Was this an accident?"

Upon hearing Inspector Megure's conclusion, Hirai clicked his tongue; that familiar feeling. Just as he expected, Inspector Megure hadn't disappointed him.

His wild and audacious reasoning perfectly explained all the doubts.

This conclusion was unanimously agreed upon.

Without Conan, no one would have noticed the suspicious details at the scene.

Although he had noticed that someone was behaving strangely, he was not Ito Heikiyo now, so he had no intention of reminding Takagi. It would be best to close the case quickly as an accident.

"Waaah... Poor Tae-mi, we came together, but she... we'll never see her again."

Watching his so-called best friend's performance, Ping Qing found it utterly cringe-worthy. He had just seen this woman extremely nervous, as if she was afraid the police would discover something.

Seeing that the police were preparing to collect the body and leave, Heikiri looked at Inspector Megure and said, "Officer, now that it's been confirmed as an accident, can we leave?"

After obtaining Inspector Megure's permission, the two quickly left.

After getting away from that group of people, Pingqing's grip on the steering wheel loosened slightly. Fortunately, he wasn't left there because of the suddenly appearing evidence.

Speeding all the way, the two quickly returned to the safe house.

Seeing Pingqing lying on top of him, Gin's lips curled up, his fingertips twirling a few strands of golden hair.

"Koto-chan~, what do you think about me dyeing my hair a new color?"

Gin looked at someone with an eager expression and, for some reason, had a bad feeling.

"Red? Purple, green won't do, how about white? One side red and the other white? Koto-chan~, what color do you like?"

As Gin imagined Hirai standing before him with his red and purple hair, his face grew increasingly dark as he pondered how to dissuade Hirai from his sudden mischievous idea.

"Forget it, I'll just not dye it."

"why?"

Pingqing grumbled unhappily, "Even if I dye it, only you can see it. I always wear a disguise when I go out, so no one can see it. What's the point?"

However, Gin was not entirely at ease, after all, Taira no Kiyoshi was unpredictable and might act first and ask questions later next time.

"It looks better this way."

Upon hearing Gin's words, Taira Kiyoshi nodded in agreement without hesitation, "I think so too."

……

The door opened, and Shuichi Akai glanced at it listlessly. Finally, someone had come. He had thought the organization was going to let him starve to death.

Seeing Shuichi Akai in such a miserable state, Hirakiyo's mood improved a little.

"Long time no see, Shuichi Akai."

Gin's icy gaze swept over Shuichi Akai. He hated this man, not only because he was a rat, but also because he had hurt Hirai last time.

He then sat to the side, mainly wanting to see what Pingqing was going to do.

"As one of the FBI's top investigators, guess what I'm going to do?"

"Heh~" Shuichi Akai chuckled sarcastically, "It's just those interrogation techniques."

"Akai Shuichi, Akai Mutake, Akai Marie..."

Upon hearing this, Shuichi Akai stared coldly at Hirai, the veins on his bound hands bulging. "Mishika, you'll regret it if you mess with them."

Ping Qing scoffed. They were mortal enemies, and he made it sound like Akai Shuichi would let him off the hook if he didn't touch them. After all, his father had suffered quite a bit at the hands of the FBI.

It was only after the old man mentioned Mary Akai that he realized this family was full of immortals.

"Do you think this threat makes any sense? Judy, who's connected to you, is half-dead now, and Akemi Miyano is dead. Guess what will happen to your family."

Ping Qing curled the corners of his lips. "I must say, your ability to manipulate people's hearts is truly remarkable."

Shuichi Akai kept his head down and didn't speak, but his breathing betrayed his inner turmoil.

Just then, Vodka walked in carrying something.

Pingqing glanced at Vodka; if he didn't come soon, he would think Vodka was lost at the base.

Vodka shrank back. "Mello told you to use it sparingly; it's something he painstakingly researched."

While he went to get the things, he kept hearing Melo complaining that Yu Lu was a spendthrift.

Ignoring the vodka, Pingqing took out a tube of blue reagent and nodded in satisfaction.

Dreamlike colors.

"Shuichi Akai, you're very lucky. You'll be the first to try something new."

Seeing the unidentified liquid in Hirakiyo's hand, Akai Hideyoshi's eyelid twitched. He had undergone drug training; even with an increased dosage, he should be able to withstand it... right?

Shuichi Akai felt nothing as he watched the blue liquid slowly being injected into his body.

"Looks like your people aren't up to par; this thing is useless against me."

Ping Qing observed Akai Shuichi's reaction with a smile, "Don't be in such a hurry. After all, this is the first time. On behalf of the organization, I thank you for your contribution to the experiment."

Akai Shuichi:......

It seems that no matter what he says, Yu Lu can always convey a sense of righteousness and justice.

Gradually, Hideaki Akai began to feel a headache, and the person in front of him began to appear double.

Are they psychotropic drugs?

Could we really be going to fail here...?

"It's working, enjoy it."

Hirai watched with satisfaction as Shuichi Akai reacted. Last time, he dissected a psychiatrist here and, based on his description, specially commissioned a drug from Melo, primarily targeting the human brain.

Then it's about improving people's perception; the pain is excruciating, and that's no exaggeration.

Shuichi Akai is the kind of person who can make bullets curve; he's almost lost track of who the main character is in this world.

Such a favored creature is not easy to kill. Having survived such a massive explosion, it's only been a short time before it's back to its lively self.

Since that's the case, let's just scrap it.

The human brain is the most complex organ, and it is very difficult to treat when problems arise.