Model worker and his little darling

After learning about Ai Haibara's ordeal, she also thought that if it weren't for Haibara, she and Shinichi would probably still be ordinary high school students, going to and from school every day, and occasionally listening to Shinichi boast about his case-solving experiences. But Shinichi's tendency to get carried away when faced with murder cases meant that even without the Tropical Paradise incident, he might have encountered other events that were even more dangerous.

Perhaps, this is their fate.

Upon hearing this, Haibara looked up and saw Ran's warm smile. She felt a pang of sadness and bit her lip, unsure of what to say.

"Haibara, Ran-neechan, hurry up and line up!"

"Yeah, Haibara's been sick lately and hasn't been able to go out and have any fun."

Hearing the three little ones calling, Ran led Haibara over.

Seeing that Hirai was staring intently at the ID, Conan quickly came over and asked, "Is there any way to remove this thing?"

Ping Qing glanced at Conan and said, "In your heart, am I a god? This kind of thing still needs to be handled by professional police officers, or we can ask Professor Agasa to take a look."

"You don't seem to be in good spirits."

"You come out to have fun, and then this happens. How can you be in good spirits?" You also have to run around with Conan. It's exhausting.

"Actually, there is still a way."

"what?"

Pingqing gestured at Conan's wrist, "Cut it off here. It will affect your future life, but you'll survive."

Conan: ...

Uncle Mori, who was driving, was speechless. What kind of time is this to be talking about this? He quickly urged the two of them to decipher the clues given by the client.

Following the clues given by the client, Conan had a sudden inspiration and directed the uncle towards Takashima-cho 3-chome. However, the area had undergone redevelopment and street names had been changed, so the three of them asked passersby for directions to get the exact location.

The destination was a large mansion that looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.

A homeless man emerged from the house, saw the three people, and said that the place would be demolished next week.

Has anything strange happened lately?

The homeless man thought for a moment, "On April 4th, a large, snow-white bird flew by in the sun. That morning, a new car was parked here, and by evening it had become an old car. Also, a real estate agent came and closed the basement door." After saying this, the homeless man picked up his bag and went out.

Upon hearing the description of a large, snow-white bird, Ping Qing's lips twitched. It must be that kid, Kuroba Kaito.

Following the homeless man's directions, the three went to the basement.

Taking advantage of his height, Conan found a bag in the closet containing a standard set of crime-solving equipment.

A hood, gloves, a gun, and a receipt dated April 4th. Clearly, a crime occurred nearby that day, and the perpetrators changed vehicles here to escape.

With a clue, the next step is to investigate in detail what exactly happened on April 4th.

Upon arriving at the door, a group of people had already gathered outside, each holding a pistol, and were questioning the homeless man.

"You two go out and distract them, I'll go get the car and pick you up, then we can escape."

Seeing the reluctant looks on Hirai and Conan's faces, Uncle Mori curled his lip and said, "What, you don't believe me?"

Thinking of the car that was almost totaled and the two men's death-bringing attributes, Ping Qing blinked; this explanation was hard to believe.

"Uncle, I don't think they're bad guys; they look more like police officers."

"police?"

Ping Qing nodded. "I'll go out and take a look. Even if they're bad guys, I can handle them with my skills." With that, he swaggered out.

Those outside were stunned to see Ping Qing; they hadn't expected him to be so bold as to come out like that.

“Officer, I think we can have a talk.”

Upon hearing this, a group of people surrounded Ping Qing and pointed their guns at him.

Ping Qing narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the violent emotions in his heart.

"Let the people inside come out."

Seeing that the situation was under control, Uncle Mori led Conan out and said, "I am Kogoro Mori. I've come here to investigate some things."

Everyone was a little surprised to hear the name Kogoro Mouri.

Just then, a white figure streaked across the horizon.

"Dancing in the dark world with white wings, Phantom Thief Kid!"

An officer reacted immediately and dialed a number. "Officer, we've seen Kid, on the devil statue on the roof of the building in the deep mountains. We've apprehended two men who appear to be Kid's accomplices, one of whom claims to be Kogoro Mouri."

Inspector Yokomizo on the other end of the phone frowned. Kogoro Mouri? That incompetent detective who always inexplicably gets involved in cases?

"Take them to the police station."

And so, the three men, now labeled as Kid's accomplices, boarded a police car bound for the Kanagawa Prefectural Police Headquarters.

Just as Uncle Mori was taken away for questioning, Hirai and Conan were greeted by their old acquaintances Inspector Megure and Shiratori, as well as Inspector Nakamori, who had been chasing after Kid.

Although they looked alike, this Yokomizo officer was not as easy to talk to as his brother, Coral Head Officer. He showed no respect to the three of them and continued to question Uncle Mori.

Suddenly, Conan's phone rang; it was the phone the client had given him. Remembering the client's words that their every move was under his surveillance, Conan gave Hirai a look and quickly ran to a secluded corner to answer the call.

"Brother Pingqing, why are you there?"

Ping Qing sighed and gestured to the three of them with the ID on his wrist. "Uncle has accepted a commission. He's threatening Xiao Lan and the others' lives to make us find out what happened on April 4th before 4 p.m. tonight."

"what?"

The three stared at Hirakiyo in shock. Inspector Megure, realizing what was happening, pushed open the interrogation room door. "Inspector Yokomizo, the situation is critical. Mori, we can't waste any more time here."

Inspector Yokomizo frowned as he looked at the group. Was the situation critical? He couldn't see what was so urgent about the mustachioed detective.

"Uncle, we don't have much time left. Ran and the others are more important. Officer Yokomizo, we'll explain everything to you later. We're not available right now, so we'll have to trouble you to go to the Fantasy Park to protect the children."

After assigning tasks to the group, Hirakiyo carried Conan, who had just returned from making a phone call, out of the Kanagawa Police Station.

Just then, Professor Agasa, who had received Conan's message, also arrived.

After studying the ID on Conan's wrist for a while, he gave up, since there wasn't time for him to study it slowly. Then he took out Conan's skateboard from his bag and said, "I've given you a little boost."

Seeing Conan's excited expression, Hirashi's lips twitched. This skateboard actually had room for improvement. Thinking of Conan flying through the air and diving on the skateboard, he genuinely felt that this skateboard was worth a driver's license; even a car couldn't match the power of Conan's skateboard.