Model worker and his little darling

It's all because his men are increasingly useless.

As for the action team, Gin is still young, why would he need an heir?

After catching Margot's punch, Pingqing successfully knocked her to the ground, then clenched his fist into Margot's face.

Margot's eyes widened, and she quickly rolled to the side, avoiding Pingqing's retaliation.

Gin nodded in satisfaction as he watched Hirai dominate Margot in the arena. His frequent training sessions with Hirai had paid off; the results were indeed remarkable.

Finally, Margot lay on the ground, panting heavily.

"I'm not fighting anymore. Yu Lu has Gin giving him special treatment. How can I possibly beat him?"

Ignoring Margot, Pingqing moved directly in front of the camera and said, "Grandpa, I think Margot's learning is not yet up to par. You see, sister, Uncle Rum is in Japan recently. I think it would be best to let him stay in Japan to study for a longer period of time."

Margot: ...

He knew that Yu Lu had ill intentions.

In the US, he can live freely, but in Japan, there are several mountains above him; how can he survive?

Looking at Hirai's large face on the screen, Karasuma Renya smiled and asked, "And then?"

Pingqing has indeed made faster progress than Margot during this period. It seems that children still need someone to supervise them.

"Our most important task right now is finding people. Things are so busy here in Japan, so we can ask Margot for help..."

After all that, it turns out that Pingqing just wanted to keep people here to work.

"it is good."

Margot stared at the ceiling, utterly dejected; he could already foresee a dark future.

Seeing this, Pingqing patted Margot's head and said, "Don't be so discouraged. Japan is a lot of fun."

"hehe……"

Su Dai looked at Margot with pity; she was truly pitiful.

After successfully venting his anger, Pingqing remembered that he still had the important task of catching demons, so he happily left the base with Gin.

Looking at the two figures walking ahead, Margot gritted her teeth, knowing she couldn't beat them.

……

"Hey, over here." Sonoko waved enthusiastically, then her face turned disgusted when she saw Conan who had come along. "Why did you come along, you brat?"

Conan's lips twitched. Sonoko, that woman.

Just then, two girls wearing Teitan High School uniforms walked over. "Ran, Sonoko, what are you still doing here?"

Upon seeing who it was, Conan immediately gave them a half-moon look; it was Tashiro and Hidaka, those two talkative women.

"Let me introduce you. This is Ito Heikiyo, whom I mentioned before. He's a very skilled detective. And this kid is Edogawa Conan. He's here today to investigate the school's paranormal events."

Ping Qing smiled and nodded slightly, "Hello."

Tashiro, with short hair and glasses, patted Conan's head. "Is this the Conan you all always talk about? Look at him, he looks like a mini version of Shinichi Kudo."

Hidaka also said with a smile, "Little friend, don't grow up to be that reasoning idiot."

Hirai tried hard to suppress his laughter. Sure enough, the image of Shinichi Kudo as a clueless mystery solver was already etched into his classmates' minds.

Who is the reasoning idiot?

Hearing the voices, Conan's eyes lit up. It was Aizawa and Nakamichi from the soccer team. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the group of people playfully fighting and laughing together, and a bitter feeling welled up inside him.

Seeing Conan lower his head, Ran felt a sharp, persistent pain in her heart.

This was Shinichi's life before, the life of an ordinary high school student, studying here, chatting and playing around with classmates when he was bored.

Hey……

Upon entering Teitan High School, Sonoko began to recount the school's paranormal events.

The sighing sports storage room, the resentful library, the cursed staircase...

Pingqing stroked his chin, "That's it..."

The paranormal events at Teitan High School are so monotonous.

"Is there anything else in the garden? For example, the stone statue at the entrance with its eyes closed will open its eyes. Blood will flow from the faucet, and human hair will appear in the sink. The portraits in the art room will move their eyes from side to side and can talk."

"The mirrors in the dance studio will reflect the shadows of people dancing in the moonlight, and you can see girls with disheveled hair crying at the bottom of the swimming pool."

"Ping... Pingqing-ge, please stop talking."

Pingqing, who was having a good time, turned around and found Xiaolan hugging Sonoko tightly, her face pale.

Oh, he forgot that Xiaolan is most afraid of these things.

Pingqing's description reminded Xiaolan of the terrifying music and the ever-present scene at the Twilight Villa last time.

"I have one last question. Has anyone ever told you that your school is built on a cemetery?"

Seeing that Ran had started to tremble, Conan tugged at Pingqing's clothes, "Pingqing-nii, don't say these baseless things."

Pingqing blinked, out of curiosity.

Then he looked at Xiaolan and said, "Xiaolan, why don't you go back first?"

Xiaolan shook her head. She didn't dare to go back alone; she felt safer with everyone else.

And so, the four of them arrived at the very origin of the ghost story—the gymnasium warehouse where the sighing sound was heard.

Sonoko took the lead, walking at the very front and pushing open the gate. She then began telling a story with great expression, using the dramatic tone of someone telling a ghost story, her facial expressions changing accordingly.

"One rainy morning, some girls from the gymnastics team..."

Xiao Lan was so frightened that she grabbed Ping Qing's arm.

Taira no Kiyoshi: ...

That familiar pain... Xiaolan's grip is really strong.

Sonoko wouldn't have done this on purpose, would she?

Ran's fear of ghosts is so extreme that he feels Sonoko is at least half responsible, since Sonoko is a master of creating a good atmosphere.

"When the girl returned with her entourage, the crying had stopped, leaving only this desk. It was the desk used by the boy who mysteriously died at school two years ago, Hideaki Hosaka!"

Hearing Sonoko's melodious voice, he reasonably suspected that Sonoko was the mastermind behind the school's paranormal events.

Xiao Lan screamed in fright and grabbed Ping Qing's arm tightly.

"It wasn't a mysterious death at all!"

A short-haired girl wearing the Teitan High School uniform appeared before the crowd, her expression showing a hint of displeasure.

"Hideaki Hoban died because of bad luck. He accidentally missed a step on the stairs and rolled down, hitting a vital area. Please stop spreading rumors!"

"Math class senior."

Hirai looked at Tsukamoto Kazumi, a very cool girl.

Hearing that the group had come to investigate paranormal events, Tsukamoto Kazumi walked into the warehouse and pointed to the skylight.

"The skylight couldn't be closed because the lock was broken, so the wind was blowing in from there, which is why some of the people were crying."

"Woooooooo..."

A mournful, plaintive sob rang out.

Xiaolan: !!!

"what--"

Even the usually bold Sonoko was terrified and ran out of the warehouse to hug Ran.

“There really was a crying sound, completely different from the sound of the wind.”

Tsukamoto Sumi:...

Seriously? Is this some kind of ghost?

Fortunately, the crying stopped soon.