Model worker and his little darling

Come on, enjoy the beautiful song of Death, enhanced by the sound system!

In an instant, Conan's heart-wrenching singing voice echoed throughout the interrogation room.

Gin trembled slightly, his hand already on the gun at his waist. He then stared intently at Pingqing, while Syrah and Vodka stared blankly, then covered their ears with their hands, looking at Pingqing with pained expressions.

As for the others, some covered their ears with their hands, some held their heads, and some had already fallen to the ground.

"Hahaha……"

Seeing everyone's reaction, Ping Qing laughed smugly, looking exactly like a villain.

Unable to bear the noise any longer, Gin dragged Syrah and Vodka outside.

Pingqing pursed his lips. They left so quickly. How boring.

He pressed the pause button, found the person in charge of the interrogation room, and saw that he was still confused. Pingqing shook him hard to bring him back to his senses.

"Lord Yu Lu, this..."

"I've handed the stuff over to you. From now on, let these people listen to it whenever you have a spare moment. Wait until they have a mental breakdown before questioning them, understand?"

The person in charge nodded frantically. He understood. Yu Lu was simply a demon. He didn't know where he got such a terrifying thing from. It was more terrifying than physical torture.

"Alright, let's keep playing it, let them really experience the sounds from hell."

The person in charge stopped Pingqing's actions, "Lord Yushika, please have your own people leave first."

Pingqing rolled his eyes. How could this guy be so stupid? Is it really okay to put him in charge of such an important place? In that instant, Pingqing began to doubt Gin's judgment.

"Headphones, earplugs, get these things arranged."

The person in charge nodded hurriedly, "Lord Yu Lu, you go ahead and get busy. Leave this to me. I promise I won't let them have an easy time." He could tell that Yu Lu was here to torment people, and torment his own people no less.

Pingqing shook his head. He wasn't going out. Gin and Xila were definitely waiting outside to kill him.

A moment later, Conan's singing started again.

After walking around inside, I felt refreshed. Indeed, happiness is always built on the suffering of others.

"Xiao Qi, is Gin still outside?"

[Yes, all three of them are there.]

Sigh, it's getting late, time to go to sleep.

Ping Qing appeared to be strolling around, but in reality, he quietly opened the door to the interrogation room and slowly approached the blind spot in the surveillance camera that he had just discovered.

It was a very secluded place, with things placed around it. He had observed it; it was the kind of place that even his own men wouldn't notice when they were on patrol.

[Host, you can leave now.]

Wuhu~, bye-bye, you guys wait patiently.

Ping Qing left the base following the system's instructions.

Thinking about Gin's surprise attack on his house a couple of days ago, this time Hirashi went directly to his father's place to see how his father was doing alone.

After waiting for more than an hour, seeing that Hirakiyo was still in the interrogation room, Gin lost his patience and prepared to go in and arrest him directly.

But after searching the interrogation room thoroughly, they couldn't find a trace of him. Thinking of Hirai's mysterious power, Gin's face fell instantly, and he slammed his fist against the wall.

Damn! I was careless.

He picked up his phone and called Pingqing.

"Hey, Koto-chan~, what's up?"

Hearing Hirai's irritating voice, Gin's anger intensified.

"Heh~, if you're so capable, then never go back to the base."

Hearing Gin's murderous voice, Taira chuckled, "Gin-chan~, I can't bear to part with you. Just say the word and I'll appear in front of you right away."

Shuji Ito looked at Hirai with a smile, "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with Gin?"

"Dad, you have no idea how awful he is. He actually broke into the house in the middle of the night because of Shirley, which almost scared me to death. Then he dragged me to the base and beat me up. Humph, Mom just went to America, and I'm home alone, feeling sad."

Shuji Ito patted Hirakiyo's little face. "Alright, you're such a grown-up now, why are you acting like a child?"

He admitted to having a vengeful mindset because someone had invaded his space when he wanted to be alone.

In his past life, he was like a puppet on a string, but in this life, he has done many outrageous things, often acting on his whims.

What kind of person is he who reaches out to block out the glaring light?

Hmm, I suddenly feel so tired, I want to sleep.

Shuji Ito noticed the confusion and bewilderment on Hirai's face, but people always have to grow on their own.

Gin hung up the phone immediately, snorted coldly, and said that one day he would teach Hirai a lesson and let him know the price of courting death. He still had a lot to do.

Vodka and Syrah exchanged a glance as they watched their elder brother leave. When did Yu Lu become so powerful? He actually managed to escape right under their elder brother's nose.

What's even more amazing is that after the eldest brother made a phone call to Yu Lu, he wasn't angry anymore.

They wanted to learn how Yu Lu did it.

After thinking for a moment, Xila realized that even if Yu Lu ran away, he could still become a target for her anger, so she slipped away.

Vodka was left cautiously following behind Gin, inwardly cursing Mikasa and Syrah to death.

He warned him not to get close to those two, or he would suffer misfortune. Sure enough, after causing a ruckus, Yu Lu ran away, leaving him all alone and vulnerable to his elder brother's wrath at any moment.

……

The next morning, Heikiri took the invitation to Uncle Mori.

"Uncle, let's go together."

Uncle Mori looked at the invitation and then suspiciously examined Heikichi. "Heikichi, you actually managed to get an invitation from the world-renowned architect Teiji Moriya. You must have quite a network of connections."

“I don’t have any connections. He’s a friend of my parents’. He had something come up and told me to go and broaden my horizons.”

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Shinichi, where have you been all this time?"

"That's it..."

Heiji glanced at the map; Conan was in a nearby phone booth.

Not long after, Conan came running back with the envelope in his hand and pounced on Ran. "Ran-neechan, Uncle, Shinichi-nii said we should go to Teiji Moriya's party."

Then she turned to look at Pingqing, as if she had just noticed him, "Ah, Brother Pingqing is here too."

Pingqing ignored Conan's little thoughts and asked curiously, "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since we've seen Shinichi Kudo. What case is so complicated that even the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era couldn't solve it after spending so much time on it?"

Ran shook her head. "I don't know. Shinichi just said he had a case to solve. Every time he calls, he only says a few words and then hangs up. But we just agreed to go see a midnight movie together next Sunday."

After saying that, he secretly glanced at Conan.

"I bet that kid is lying to you. He's probably off somewhere looking for women."

Pingqing silently gave the uncle a thumbs up; his words always hit home.

Suddenly, Uncle Mori slammed his hand on the table. "Ran, you're going to see a midnight movie with that detective brat? I don't agree, absolutely not! What kind of talk is it for a young boy and a girl to spend the night together in a dimly lit movie theater?"

Judging from the uncle's excited voice and trembling hands, could it be that he has already imagined the young couple making love?

Ran also slammed her fist on the table, her momentum no less than the uncle's. "Dad, don't get the wrong idea, okay? It's because Shinichi's birthday is coming up soon, so I want to go see 'The Legend of the Red Thread' with him."

Conan looked at Ran with a touched expression. He had forgotten his own birthday, but Ran remembered it every year.

However, the table that the father and daughter worked on had a long and troublesome history.