Model worker and his little darling

Pingqing sat cross-legged on the sofa. After finishing his work, he tossed the computer aside and moved closer to Gin.

"Koto-chan~"

Seeing Pingqing's bitter and resentful expression, Gin pulled him into his arms. "What's wrong?"

"I'm so tired. It's all the old man's fault. He has such a vicious mind."

Since becoming the official heir, his laid-back life has been interrupted, and the things he has to do have increased dramatically.

Gin reached out and rubbed his head on his shoulder, listening to Hirai's mutterings. He didn't offer any opinion on Hirai's complaints about the BOSS.

The more Hirai talked, the more resentful he became. Suddenly, he looked up at Gin and said, "Gin-chan, let's run away."

Gin raised an eyebrow. "Where do you want to go?"

"Anything is fine, I just don't want to work. How about we go stay with Grandpa for a couple of days? We'll annoy him to death by following him around all the time."

"Things here are not over yet."

Heiji sighed deeply, lying on Gin's lap with a sense of utter despair.

"The clues are already pointing to that high-ranking member of the Mud Ginseng Association, Kiriko Tokushima. Kir is being watched by Sila, and the assessment mission is being handled by Margot and Sudden... The problem now is finding people."

"Kiel?"

"She's still useful, so there's no rush."

As he poked Gin's hand, a blood-stained image suddenly flashed before Hirakiyo's eyes, showing a figure slowly falling to the ground.

Taira no Kiyoshi instinctively tightened his grip on Gin's hand. This...

Seeing Hirai's dazed eyes, Gin inexplicably felt that Hirai's state was related to himself.

He grasped Pingqing's hand, and the two intertwined their fingers.

"What's wrong?"

Feeling the ticklish sensation from his fingertips, Pingqing snapped out of his reverie, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and gave Gin a bright smile.

"you guess."

His gaze swept over the two hands clasped together, and his fingers twitched restlessly.

Gin's lips curled slightly as he gazed into those beautiful blue eyes, his fingers intertwined with Pingqing's, and he tightened his grip slightly.

What were you thinking about just now?

There seemed to be a hint of seduction in his tone.

"Want to know? Hmph, I won't tell you!" With that, she turned her head away haughtily.

Gin chuckled softly, "It's related to me."

Pingqing withdrew his hand and straightened up. "I don't know."

Seeing this, Gin wrapped his arm around Hirakiyo's waist, pulling Hirakiyo towards Gin.

Before Pingqing could react, a familiar scent wafted over him, and he felt a warm sensation on his lips.

Pingqing's eyes widened, then he wrapped his arms around Gin's neck, completely absorbed in the moment.

After a while, Gin finally released Heikichi.

Pingqing hummed softly and found a comfortable position to lean against Gin.

Gin hugged the person in his arms tightly and sighed helplessly.

……

night.

The store manager was a little worried when he saw Kogoro Mouri, who was already quite drunk and staggering as he walked out.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to call you a taxi?"

But Uncle Mori didn't seem to care. He simply tossed on his coat and casually took his leave.

When passing by the construction site, even though Uncle Mori was drunk, he still sensed a hint of murderous intent.

Looking up, he saw a huge piece of steel slab hanging directly above him. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the slab fell down.

Uncle Mori was agile and rolled away to avoid being crushed to death.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, Xiaolan, can you be a little gentler?"

Xiao Lan softened her movements a little, "Dad, please bear with me."

"Hmph, I'll have to give the site manager a heads-up tomorrow."

But a sudden text message saved the construction site manager's life.

"I definitely won't fail next time; I'll take your life."

Xiao Lan was shocked. "Then this time it wasn't an accident, but a premeditated murder."

Conan's heart skipped a beat. Could this be the organization's doing at this time? Making his uncle die in an accident would prevent anyone from suspecting anything.

At this moment, Ran discovers that the cell phone and coat that Uncle Mori brought back are not his own; the coat has the name Kimura written on it.

After realizing it was a misunderstanding and that the culprit wasn't him, Uncle Mori got bored and went straight to sleep.

When Ran heard that her uncle was mistaken for Kimura because he was wearing the wrong coat, Conan felt something was off. It would be very difficult to identify someone at such a height on a construction site at night, so the idea of ​​mistaking someone for someone else because of a coat didn't make sense.

He was still more inclined to believe that this person was targeting his uncle.

Upon receiving the message from Conan, Hirai was momentarily stunned. Was their organization really that low in Conan's eyes? Using such methods.

Gin glanced at it and scoffed.

"Interesting, I'll go check it out tomorrow." She poked Gin's cheek. "Gin-chan~, wanna come along?"

Gin slapped away Taira no Kiyoshi's mischievous hand; if he showed up, that brat would be scared to death.

……

The next day.

Officer Takagi, an unofficial staff member of the detective agency, came to report the situation.

"From last night until today, no one with the surname Kimura has been involved in a traffic accident or any criminal case."

However, Uncle Mori didn't care at all. "It must be someone's prank. You're all too busy to worry about me. Besides, the culprit isn't targeting me, so you don't need to worry at all."

"But what if the murderer doesn't realize he's mistaken and continues to attack Mr. Mori? That's what Ran is worried about."

Seeing how responsible Takagi was, the uncle revealed some information.

"About a week ago, I received a voucher for free drinks at this bar to celebrate its first anniversary, so I've been going to this bar a lot lately."

At that moment, Officer Sato brought new information.

When Uncle Mori was attacked, someone witnessed a man fleeing the scene. Although he couldn't see the man's face clearly, he noticed a burn-like scar on his right elbow.

"Really? It was so dark, I couldn't see anyone, but I did see such a small scar. Does that scar glow?"

Upon hearing Pingqing's words, the room fell silent.

Conan opened his mouth, but found he couldn't refute Hirai's words.

Officer Sato, with his strong composure, said, "We will question him again regarding this testimony. Mr. Mori, do you recall it?"

Uncle Mori shook his head casually.

Seeing that her elderly father didn't care about her safety at all, Xiaolan got angry. "Dad, if we don't find clues about Kimura soon, things might get even more serious."

In order to find Kimura, the group went to a laundry shop to inquire whether Mr. Kimura was listed in the storage records.

Uncle Mori still lacked motivation, and was fixing his beard in front of the rearview mirror. Suddenly, he noticed a large truck quietly approaching from behind.

Judging from its trajectory, it's heading straight for us.

Seeing this, the uncle rushed to the store entrance, grabbed Ran and Conan, and pulled away the bewildered store manager.