Model worker and his little darling

If someone's phone number is suddenly disconnected after a long call, they would usually contact the telecom company to ask for the number owner's address. So, all you need to do is have Yumi ask the telecom company if they've inquired about this in the last couple of days.

Yumi thought it was feasible, so she immediately started making phone calls.

Conan then moved closer to Pingqing and, seeing his pale face, asked, "Pingqing-nii, are you alright?"

Ping Qing coughed lightly twice. "I'm fine."

But she didn't look like she was alright at all.

"Brother Pingqing, what happened? How did you get so badly injured?"

Seeing Conan's anxious expression, Hirai sighed.

“We have been conducting operations against the organization, and this time we have suffered heavy losses, with many people being eliminated.”

"What about Vermouth?"

The person who sent him the invitation letter most likely knows his and Haibara's identities.

"All I know is that she's a woman who can disguise herself. You and Haibara are safe for now. Jodie has already resigned from Teitan High School and hasn't shown up recently. She's probably given up on that identity. We still don't know what her purpose is. You two need to be careful in the future."

Conan nodded seriously. "Is there any danger that your identity will be exposed?"

"Not for now. I've done a good job for the organization this time. Okay, now's not the time to talk about this."

Upon hearing this, Conan gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask questions.

Just then, the cacophony of horns shattered the café's tranquility once more. The stubborn senator had wandered around for a bit and then passed by again.

The noise faded into the distance, and then Yumi's phone rang.

It turns out the telecom company was cooperating and had already located the people who inquired about the number. Exactly three, no more, no less—a standard three-choice question.

They took taxis from Miwa Station, Polo Sporting Goods Store, and Colombo Restaurant, respectively. So Yumi decided to call each of these three places to ask carefully.

Suddenly, Minoru Hanchuan, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, spoke up: "Don't you guys think this is strange?" He then pointed to the numbers on his phone.

“The first four digits of the phone numbers are very similar. There are no numbers before 1022, but there are two numbers before 1031. There is 1101, but there are no numbers from 1032 to 1100.”

Upon hearing this, Xia Benzi suddenly realized what was going on and took out the calendar.

"Is this marked with a calendar? 1031 represents October 31st."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Mori realized, "This is during the Tokyo Metropolitan Assembly election, as well as the baseball game and the autumn temple fair."

Listening to the lively discussion among the group, Pingqing took a sip of coffee.

Finally, with Conan's guidance, everyone understood that the phone was deliberately left behind by its owner in the hope that someone would discover it through the ringtone.

"By the way, speaking of phone ringing, didn't the second person who made the call also mention that their phone rang?"

Hearing Xia Benzi say this, Yumi stroked her chin and said, "Could it be that the slightly chubby man wanted that fierce-looking person to make the call, and he planned to secretly hand the phone to him from the beginning?"

"Impossible. If he didn't bring that fierce-looking guy to this store, the first people to notice when his phone rings would be the store clerks. Why would he hand him over?"

Seeing that Uncle Mori had finally figured it out, Conan nodded repeatedly.

"Uncle is right. If you want to secretly give something to someone, you can't just come back to get it. As long as you make sure you haven't gone to the wrong place, it's fine."

"By the way, the owner of the phone asked for directions at a convenience store before he passed away. If he wasn't familiar with this area, he could easily have gotten lost."

Xia Benzi's eyes lit up. "If I'm not mistaken, it's that sporting goods store with the exact same name as ours."

Kankawa Minoru, standing beside him, shook his head. "I don't think so. Most people wouldn't confuse a sporting goods store with a coffee shop. Could it be a Colombo restaurant? They're characters from a mystery drama; they could easily get it wrong."

“Right, we’re all on Fifth Street. It’s not surprising that the slightly chubby man would make a mistake if he wanted to go to a shop on Fifth Street in Beika Town named after a character from a mystery drama.”

Having learned the truth, Yumi rushed out of the coffee shop, determined to go check out the Colombo restaurant.

Seeing Xia Benzi and Han Chuanren following behind, Ping Qing looked up at the sky speechlessly. These two had just skipped work like that, and the manager didn't even bother to discipline them. Letting them slack off so openly—it seemed his shop needed a serious overhaul of its discipline.

He's a ruthless capitalist who hates slacking off the most.

at this time--

[Need to return to base - Gin]

Looking at the message from Gin, Taira Kiyoshi turned to Conan beside him and said, "Conan, I have to go now."

Conan's eyes widened. They were about to leave, and he still had so many questions to ask.

"Brother Pingqing, what happened?"

"You don't need to know this; it has nothing to do with you."

Conan understood that this was related to the organization. "Hira-kiyo, be careful." He was mainly worried about Hira-kiyo's weak appearance.

Once out of Conan and his friends' sight, Hirai instantly recovered. Weakness was simply not an issue.

After the case is closed, Conan will definitely go to Ai Haibara to ask about the situation.

Professor Agasa is easygoing and has a large build; he can easily fool Haibara with just a few words.

But Conan is different; he'll definitely get to the bottom of things.

……

base.

Pushing open the conference room door, Pingqing saw Gin smoking with his head down, while Vodka and Syrah sat to the side with strange expressions.

Hmm, the atmosphere is so strange.

"Koto-chan~, why did you call me here in such a hurry?"

Gin pointed to the letter on the table, indicating that Taira should read it himself.

Pingqing picked up the letter with a puzzled look, and his eyes widened instantly.

"Undercover?"

"They actually said I'm an FBI undercover agent?"

He said the atmosphere was a bit strange, and it turned out he was the main character today.

However, he wasn't an FBI undercover agent, but rather an undercover agent within the FBI. He simply died in the line of duty after only a few days.

He then plopped down next to Gin, as if he had something to do with it.

"Since someone has reported that I'm an undercover agent, am I going to be locked up in an interrogation room or solitary confinement?"

Gin looked at Hirai and said, "If you want, I'll send you in right now."

Ping Qing hesitated for a moment, "That's not necessary. By the way, what did the BOSS say?"

Considering the BOSS's personality, Gin figured that the guy was probably enjoying the show and wondering what kind of trouble Taira no Kiyoshi would cause.

"Nothing said."

After all, given the relationship between Pingqing and the BOSS, he couldn't possibly be an undercover agent.

Pingqing stroked his chin. "Should I go to the BOSS and prove my innocence?"

It's been a long time since I visited the old man; how about I go over for a stroll?