Model worker and his little darling

On the way home, Conan was deep in thought. Ran patted Conan's head and asked, "Conan, what are you thinking about?"

"I have a feeling that something is off about today's case, as if someone else is involved."

Hirakiyo's eyes flickered. "Could it be that Takeshita Hironobu isn't the murderer?"

"No, he is indeed the murderer. Mr. Nakajima is clearly making a deal with someone, but we don't know who that person is."

Conan's face darkened, and the image of Gin flashed through his mind. He wondered if this was related to them.

Judging from Conan's expression, Hirai knew that Conan was thinking of Gin. Tsk, Conan always has this expression whenever he thinks of the organization.

He patted Conan's head and said, "Alright, now that their deal is over and Nakajima is dead, no matter how much you investigate, you won't find anything. Thinking too much will make you go bald."

"Okay, I understand," Conan replied sullenly.

Hirai caught Ran looking at Conan with a strange expression out of the corner of his eye, but Conan was so engrossed in the case that he didn't notice. A smile crept onto his lips; it seemed there was more to come.

That evening, bored, Pingqing went straight to the base and ran into Xila, who was returning from a mission. Pingqing then dragged him to the armory.

"Lord Yulu, these are all improvements based on what you sent. The weapons development team delivered them after they were completed, but you haven't been at the base lately. The watch, brooch, and ring can all hold multiple poison needles. These shoes can produce wheels when a button is pressed, increasing movement speed. Many people in the intelligence team like these tracking glasses and sticker-type transmitters..."

Ping Qing nodded in satisfaction. The watch-shaped poison needle was simply the perfect choice for murder and robbery, especially suitable for a low-key person like him, so that he wouldn't prick himself when shooting the poison needle with his finger.

Now that he has wings and teleportation abilities, he has no interest in shoes.

Sira, however, looked at the little creatures with curiosity. "How did you come up with that?"

Ping Qing blinked. "Because I'm a genius."

"Okay, if people like it, we can increase production." After saying that, he picked up a bunch of things and prepared to go find Gin to show off.

Seeing this, Xila also picked out her favorite. "Hey, Royal Deer, remember to call me next time you have something good."

Ping Qing rolled his eyes. "I remember last time I had Vodka bring you gold bars, and this time it's weapons. Sila, when are you going to send me some gifts?"

Xila hugged Yulu tightly and whispered mysteriously in Pingqing's ear, "Tell me, what do you like? I'll get it for you. Money? A company president's daughter? A big villa? Or Gin? But I can't beat him, so I can't get it to your bed."

"Can't you say anything serious? I'm a good person, but if Gin knew what you said, hmph..."

"Yo yo yo~, I didn't expect our mysterious Lord Yu Shi to be such a good person. But, are you really not tempted by my suggestion? Then you could go with Gin."

Pingqing looked Xila up and down, his gaze finally settling on Xila's delicate face, and he gave a strange smile. "Where do you get so many strange ideas? Do you have feelings for Gin?"

Sira flinched, then said with a serious expression, "I'm a normal man, don't talk nonsense. I was just watching you two... umm~"

After saying that, he winked at Pingqing, giving her a knowing look.

Pingqing's hand reached for Xila's neck, then slowly traced its path down to her cheek, his seductive voice whispering in her ear: "Actually, I like the little madwoman Xila quite a bit too."

Upon hearing this, Xila's ears turned slightly red, and her hand, which had been on Pingqing's shoulder, slid down to his waist, pulling him into her arms. She looked at Pingqing tenderly and said, "I like Lord Yulu too."

Pingqing jumped back immediately. Damn, I can't beat him.

Seeing Ping Qing's reaction, Xila burst into laughter and caught up with him in a few steps. "Seeing how enthusiastically you were flirting, I thought you were a seasoned lover. I didn't expect you to be such an innocent little rabbit."

He kicked Xila, "Tsk tsk, look at you, I wonder how many good girls you've toyed with. Bah, you scumbag."

"Bullshit, someone as handsome as me only gets girls throwing themselves at me, and I always look down on them. They're just little boys who've never even been in a relationship."

"Cough cough cough...Do you think I believe that?"

"No, I can also warm Lord Yu Lu's bed."

"I hate it."

The two bickered and teased each other until they arrived at Gin's favorite spot. Vodka saw the two of them, arms around each other, acting like scoundrels, and felt an urge to run away.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Gin's forehead twitched. How did these two end up together?

Seeing the gadgets Pingqing brought, he said calmly, "These are just aids. You still need to train more and improve your own strength."

Heiji didn't care; he already knew that Gin had no interest in these little things.

Gin handed Heikichi an envelope, which Heikichi opened and found to be an invitation to a party hosted by the world-renowned architect Teiji Moriya.

"Given by the agave."

Hirai looked at Gin in disbelief, waving the envelope in his hand. "A life??"

Gin didn't say anything, but looked at Vodka, who shrugged.

Pingqing threw the invitation on the table. He should have let a bomb kill him, blown to bits.

Sila lay on the table, gazing longingly at Gin. "Big brother, I want to go too! There must be lots of delicious food and fun things to do at these banquets."

Ping Qing looked at Xila in surprise. She was a foodie!

However, he's in a bad mood right now, and when he's unhappy, he wants to cause trouble.

Suddenly, Ping Qing looked at the group with a strange expression and said, "Let's go, I'll show you something exciting."

Sila perked up at the mention of fun activities. "What's fun?"

Gin's hand holding the item trembled slightly, while Vodka tried his best to hide behind Gin.

"Koto-chan~, Vodka, let's go to the interrogation room."

Vodka's mention of the interrogation room immediately brought back bad memories. "Yu Lu, I haven't finished your mission yet. I'll go help you with yours first."

After saying that, he ran outside, and Pingqing clung to Vodka to prevent him from running away.

Vodka tried desperately to run away, but Pingqing used all her strength to hold him back.

"The tasks are never-ending, no rush. If you really can't finish them, you can share some with Sila, he seems to have a lot of free time anyway."

Upon hearing this, Sylla jumped to her feet. "Your missions were all done by Vodka? Well, big brother, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Ping Qing patted Vodka's big face and said with a smile, "Vodka said that as long as I ask, he will help me with the mission."

"Vodka, from now on you'll do my tasks too, right? I'll get you anything you want, even your idol's private photos~"

Damn! Syrah actually got the vodka's lifeline perfectly.

Vodka glanced at the two people hanging on him, then looked at Gin with a pitiful expression: "Big brother..."

Gin slammed his hand on the table. "Get out."

Seeing Gin get angry, Sila shrank back. Pingqing walked up to Gin and said, "Gin-chan~, I swear I won't mess with you guys. I just have something good to show you."

Ha! You dare to scare people at his house late at night? I'll make you regret it!

Gin remained unmoved, not believing a single word Heikichi said. Did they think he couldn't sense the malice behind it?

After much pleading and cajoling, Gin finally agreed, wanting to see what kind of game Hirakiyo was up to.

Once in the interrogation room, Ping Qing performed a series of actions, then pressed the play button with a mysterious smile on his face.