Detective Conan: The Contract Heartbeat Equation

Qin Ze stood before the mirror, lightly touching his bow tie. He had chosen it with great care.

Today was a big day. The fragrance series from the Fragrance House, Dangerous Relationships, was launching, and he couldn't afford to let the company down as its chief perfumer.

He patted his suit pocket. The specially made perfume sprayer was still safely tucked inside. It was his trump card, containing the Fragrance House's secret formula, passed down for centuries.

“Sir, the car is ready,” the butler said respectfully from outside.

Qin Ze took one last look at his reflection, drew a deep breath, and headed out.

The banquet hall was full of lovely guests and clinking glasses. Holding a champagne flute, Qin Ze mingled effortlessly with the crowd.

Suddenly, the faint scent of cologne drifted into his nose. Qin Ze narrowed his eyes. That scent... Gin?

He swept his gaze across the room and quickly spotted a tall figure. A black trench coat, silver hair. Who else could it be but Gin?

Their eyes met. Qin Ze nodded politely, but Gin merely gave him a cold glance before turning to leave.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.