Model worker and his little darling

The song of death was indeed not something a mortal like him could hear. The sound was like a knife scraping against glass, drilling into his ears, and there was no way to escape it.

This is a sonic weapon!

He immediately had the system block his hearing, and instantly his headache and blurred vision disappeared.

Looking at the others, they were all pale and dazed, as if they had suffered inhuman torture.

When Conan sings, it's like a scene from a poem: "All birds in the mountains are wiped out, and all people on the paths die suddenly."

On stage, Conan was clearly fully immersed in singing. From the moment he opened his mouth, he had his eyes tightly closed, pouring all his emotions into the song.

So he had no idea of ​​the expressions on the faces of the people below. If it weren't for the fact that he was just a child, he would have been knocked down long ago.

When the song ended, Conan felt that this was the best he had ever sung, and that his voice and emotions were handled perfectly. So he bowed deeply to everyone.

Upon seeing this, Ping Qing immediately applauded, and the others reluctantly followed suit with a couple of claps.

Realizing what was happening, Sonoko pulled Conan down and stuffed some snacks into his mouth: "Little brat, are you tired? Eat something first, don't sing. People get paid to sing, but you're risking your life."

Conan glared at Sonoko, annoyed. "It's not that dramatic. Didn't Hirai-nii enjoy listening to it? He even led the applause for him. Detectives are definitely different from ordinary people."

Ping Qing looked at the audio file on his phone with satisfaction. This was a good thing—a wide-range offensive weapon.

Hmm~, when dealing with the FBI and the Japanese Public Security Bureau, they just released them to wear them down first. I just don't know how many of them can last.

And those undercover agents in the interrogation room, we can play the same video on repeat for hours until they break down mentally, then go in and question them. Wouldn't that be much easier?

From then on, this became the organization's first form of torture.

Speaking of which, Conan has made a huge contribution to the organization.

What to do? He wants to go back to the organization and try it out now.

Seeing the excited smile on Pingqing's face, Conan tugged at Pingqing's clothes: "Pingqing-nii, what did you think of? Why are you so excited?"

"It's nothing, just something fun."

Kimura Tatsuya regained his senses and downed the entire glass of wine in one gulp.

Terahara Mari frowned and said, "Alright, Tatsuya, you've had too much to drink. Didn't you say you had a talk show later?"

"Stop talking nonsense, ugly woman, get out of here."

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and the band's drummer tried to smooth things over, but was rebuffed by Tatsuya Kimura.

For the rest of the time, Pingqing and the others watched as Kimura Tatsuya displayed his prowess, ridiculing everyone he knew, including the karaoke bar owner.

Tsk, what an arrogant and sarcastic man.

This is a sad story, especially because of Tatsuya Kimura's good looks, which makes it a source of regret for many.

However, everyone in the world of Detective Conan is a riddle-maker, and everyone is mute. Things that could be explained in a sentence or two are left unsaid, with no one asking and no one speaking, leaving only one person kneeling and weeping.

Pingqing rolled his eyes. "I'm telling you, that's enough. If you like someone, just say so. If you keep talking nonsense, people will take it seriously and might kill you in a minute."

Tatsuya Kimura smashed his wine glass, stood up, and pointed at Hirai: "Who likes that ugly freak? Mind your own business."

"Hehe, how did you know I was talking about Miss Mari, and not Miss Mieko?"

"I……"

Terahara Mari stared at Kimura Tatsuya in shock: "Tatsuya..."

"But Miss Mari is so beautiful, why does Mr. Kimura keep saying she's ugly?" Ran and Sonoko whispered to each other.

Tatsuya Kimura sat down, lit a cigarette, crossed his legs, and said with a disdainful look, "Hmph, her face is disgusting."

Mieko couldn't stand it anymore either, "Tatsuya, Mari-nee likes you so much, don't say such nasty things."

"What, you don't like her face? Do you prefer other looks of hers?"

Terahara Mari continued in shock: "My face..."

Ping Qing shook her head, too lazy to care about their emotional entanglements. Since things had come to this point, she decided to let them fend for themselves.

Whether they live or die is up to them. In any case, he had already achieved his goal, so Pingqing took his leave.

Seeing that it was still early, the group went shopping together.

"Heiji, how did you know that Tatsuya likes Mari?" Ran was still thinking about those two.

"Look at their expressions."

Sonoko's focus was different: "Pingqing-ge, you clearly don't have a girlfriend, how do you know so much? Do you have a girlfriend that none of us know about? Or have you been playing around with a lot of women?"

Ping Qing was ashamed; this young lady's thought process was truly bizarre.

"Hey Miss, we've known each other for so long, have you seen any women around me? Okay, stop overthinking, let's go eat sushi, this place looks delicious."

After saying that, Heiji pulled Conan into the store.

Sonoko muttered to herself from behind, "It seems so."

The delicious food eased his worries and sorrows, and Pingqing, having eaten and drunk his fill, went straight home to sleep.

Ran led Conan back to the agency, which was pitch black. Uncle Mori had gone out for drinks.

Xiaolan stood by the window with a sad expression, watching the people coming and going on the street, her heart aching even more.

"Shinichi, where are you?"

Conan hid outside the door, watching Ran's lonely figure, his heart pounding with anxiety. "Ran, hurry up and find out!"

After a long while, Xiaolan turned around and noticed something on the sofa. She quickly went over to take a look.

【This is a Christmas present for you. I hope you like it. —Shinichi】

Upon seeing the gift, Ran instantly brightened up, exclaiming, "Shinichi!"

Inside the box was a pair of red gloves. Xiaolan clutched the gloves tightly to her chest, glistening tears streaming down her cheeks.

Conan, who was outside the door, finally felt relieved when he saw that Ran had seen the gift.

……

On this day, Chikako invited the Mori family to dinner.

At the dinner table, Pingqing saw his mother and Fei Yingli chatting enthusiastically, wondering when the two had become so familiar.

"You brushed past Shinichi-nii in Shibuya? How is that possible?"

"That's absolutely true. I can't believe he didn't even greet me. Isn't that a bit much?"

Upon hearing this, Pingqing looked at Conan and said, "Who told you to have such a generic face?"

Uncle Mori took a sip of his drink and said slowly, "I think he's probably had enough of you. Just ignore that idiot who's good at deduction, okay?"

Xiaolan lowered her head. "That's true. He was walking with another girl."

Hirai was taken aback. "Shinichi Kudo cheated on you?"

Conan hurriedly explained, "You must have mistaken me for someone else. Don't take it to heart. Heiji, don't talk nonsense. Shinichi would never do such a thing."

Pingqing saw that Conan was almost standing on the table and grabbed him. "Conan, why are you explaining for Shinichi Kudo? Are you his spy planted next to Ran? To prevent Ran from being lured away by some man, you went out to find women yourself."

Xiaolan thought it made some sense.

Seeing that Ran was really considering this possibility, Conan pinched Hirai, "No, I believe in Shinichi's character. He must be investigating the case, he wouldn't be looking for a woman."

Ping Qing looked at Conan with a smile, saying he was really easy to tease.

Suddenly, Uncle Mori's face turned righteous, "Ran, didn't you just ask me to catch a phantom thief number so-and-so..."

Huh? Is this uncle helping Conan out of a tight spot?