Model worker and his little darling

After imagining the heart-wrenching 80,000-word love story between Gin and Conan, Taira Kiyoshi thought of Touko.

A yakuza boss and a righteous high school student—this plot seems alright. Should we arrange it for Touko-kun?

Ah, he's such a good leader; he always thinks of Touko-kun first. I wonder if dear Bourbon has felt the deep affection from his leader.

Bourbon, who was on a mission, felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched by someone.

For no apparent reason, he thought of Yu Lu. He always had this feeling whenever Yu Lu plotted against him.

I haven't seen this leader in a long time. I wonder what kind of trouble he's up to now. Lately, Vodka has been arranging tasks for Yu Lu instead of Yu Lu.

Bourbon speculated with the utmost malice: was he seriously injured and about to meet his maker? But he still hoped to personally deal with this bastard and avenge his brother.

Suddenly, Pingqing felt a chill. Who was cursing him behind his back? Could it be that Bourbon knew his plans?

Before long, the group arrived at the press conference venue.

While Conan and Ran were watching others play games, Hirai asked Hideaki Nakajima to take the box to the restroom.

After the handover was completed, Hirai saw Nakajima Hideaki about to open the box and raised his hand to stop him, saying, "You should go home and look at it later. You're the main character today, and if you stay out too long, people will become suspicious."

Hideaki Nakajima nodded, picked up his suitcase, and went out. The transaction was completed. Hirai walked leisurely behind Ran and watched them play games.

However, there was nothing in the box he gave to Nakajima. Since he was going to die soon anyway, he took the money first.

They then visited several amusement park rides, and Hideaki Nakajima even gave them a demonstration. Meanwhile, Hironobu Takeshita secretly switched the number plates.

Taira Kiyoshi was very satisfied with Takeshita Hironobu's actions.

He got the money and what the organization wanted. Hideaki Nakajima would kill it according to Hironobu Takeshita's plan, and Hironobu Takeshita could successfully avenge Yoshimi.

There was no sign of the organization this time; only Hideaki Nakajima saw him in disguise throughout the entire process, but he was about to meet his maker.

I'm sure everyone will be happy with this happy ending (^.^).

It seems he has the potential to be a director.

Turning his head, he saw Ran's punch had reached an off-the-charts level, and Hirai once again worried about Conan's married life for a moment.

Not long after, Hirakiyo saw Nakajima Hideaki secretly take the suitcase and head towards the toilet. It seems he couldn't resist the temptation of money.

Hideaki Nakajima wanted to know how much money the organization had given him, enough to pay off his gambling debts from the underground money lender. Unfortunately, the box didn't contain banknotes, but rather a ticket to meet his maker.

"boom--"

A loud bang was heard, and thick black smoke billowed out, causing everyone in the hall to gasp in surprise.

"Brother Pingqing, I think we heard an explosion. Let's go check it out."

Pingqing grabbed Conan by the back of the neck, "What if there's another explosion? Are you just going to rush over there like that? Do you think the bomb won't kill you? Don't worry, someone will definitely call the police. Inspector Megure will be here in a bit."

Ran also grabbed Conan, saying, "After what happened, I'm very worried about Dad. Let's go see him."

The three found Uncle Mori sitting in the corner of the hall, still looking drunk.

When Inspector Megure arrived at the scene, he spotted Hiraki and his group and scoffed, "What, it's you guys again?"

Looking at the blasted-through wall, Hirakiyo was shocked. He wondered where Takeshita Hironobu had gotten his hands on such powerful explosives. Could it be that the organization had sold them? But that didn't make sense; the organization wouldn't sell weapons to individuals.

"Officer, it's likely caused by a bomb planted on the toilet door. There was a victim whose body was blown to pieces, so we can't identify him."

"It's Nakajima! He just finished getting the box and said he was going to the toilet, and then the toilet exploded!" someone nearby shouted in terror.

Just then, President Ishikawa of Mantendo University approached with a box, his hands trembling as he took a letter out of it. "Actually, three days before this event, I received a strange letter."

Inspector Megure took the letter and saw it was a threatening letter. "Why didn't you notify the police when you received this letter?"

"I'm sorry, I just think this letter might just be trying to scare me."

Heiji looked at President Ishikawa. It was rare that a president who had been threatened had actually survived.

At that moment, a junior police officer discovered the key and the emblem of the Full Paradise Company. Conan looked at the emblem as if he had discovered something, and ran to the front desk. Using his identity as Detective Mouri's assistant, he asked who had taken the box.

Meanwhile, Pingqing stood in a corner, sending Gin an 800-word essay that exaggerated the dangers and difficulties of the mission countless times. He also described how Pingqing had used his intelligence to resolve the crisis.

The main point wasn't revealed until the very end.

[Koto-chan~, remember to tell Tequila to thank me properly, okay? I hope his thank-you gift will have arrived by the time I return to base next time.]

Gin extracted the key information from Hirai's long rambling and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was Hirai who went on the mission this time. If it had been Tequila, the organization would have lost manpower again.

As for the tequila thank-you gift, Gin simply told him about the matter and left it to him to handle.

After Conan investigated for a while, he didn't find anything significant, and then he saw Hirai standing in the corner, lost in thought.

"Brother Pingqing, have you discovered anything?"

Ping Qing shook her head. "I saw you asked the receptionist. What's wrong? Is something the problem?"

"She said that Mr. Nakajima took the box, then stored it, and then took it again. I feel that the murderer should be either Takeshita, Ueda, or President Ishikawa."

"It's possible. When we first arrived, the three of them mentioned a name, something like Yoshimi. I noticed their expressions were a bit off. Maybe they were looking for revenge or something."

After hearing what Hirai said, Conan went to investigate Yoshimi's matter again.

Pingqing leaned against the wall watching Conan busy himself with various tasks. Although he had interfered, he believed that Conan was smart enough to solve the case. Right now, he was focused on the tequila gift.

Not long after, Hirai saw Conan aim a tranquilizer dart at Uncle Mori, but it hit Ran in the butt and was blocked by the number plate.

Conan even tried to touch Ran's butt... oh, he meant to take the tranquilizer dart from Ran's butt. But Ran slapped him with a sweeping kick, knocking Uncle Mori unconscious.

Ha, Conan is such a pervert.

However, seeing the tranquilizer darts reminded him that he hadn't gone to the armory yet.

The night before last, Gin took him to the base and beat him up. To prevent Gin from taking his anger out on him again, he ran home early yesterday morning and had a deep emotional exchange with Uncle Mori.

After Conan coaxed and tricked him, and even dragged Yoshimi into the conversation, Takeshita Hironobu confessed to his crimes.

Ping Qing watched in amazement, but ultimately couldn't withstand the verbal attack from Death.

Inspector Megure opened Takeshita's suitcase, only to find it empty. "Mr. Takeshita, please explain, is this really your suitcase?"

Takeshita Hironobu also looked bewildered. "I just exchanged license plates with Nakajima. I don't know why this happened."

"Does anyone know what Mr. Nakajima put in the box?"

Everyone shook their heads to indicate they didn't know.

Inspector Megure, seeing that he had successfully caught the culprit, happily announced that he was off duty.