Detective Conan: Knifeman? I'm a good citizen of Beihua

“Hey—you—”

Baichuan Qiu wanted to speak, but Scotland had already reached out and took the flyer from his hand: "Is this okay? We have urgent matters to attend to. Don't block our way--"

Bai Chuanqiu was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips: "Okay - actually you can also take a look at the content on the flyer, our bar's treatment is really good!"

Scotland breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Baichuan Qiu understood what he meant.

The sharp-eyed Rye narrowed his eyes.

At that moment just now... it didn't look like he didn't know Scotland.

He began to look at the strange young man carefully.

The young man has short white hair, handsome looks, thin figure, and looks a little frail. Compared to the salesman handing out flyers on the roadside, he looks more like a young master who comes out to experience life.

Companions from Scotland?

Rye shook his head in his heart.

This guy is too eye-catching and doesn't really fit the impression he has of him.

Rye didn't argue any further and just politely declined: "We are busy, sorry."

As the two continued walking forward, Rye said slowly, "Scotland, how come I didn't know you had the leisure to do this?"

Scotland tossed the flyer into a corner and said expressionlessly, "Salespeople are the hardest to deal with, especially people like him. It's better to have less trouble than more. Why waste your breath on him?"

Rye's eyes were heavy as he looked at Scotland and chuckled softly before replying in a hoarse voice, "You're right."

The two of them walked away slowly. Bai Chuanqiu held his chin in his hand and said, "This kid, did he quit his job to become a guitarist?"

But of course, Baichuan Qiu also knew that it was impossible.

Perhaps because he had heard too many stories like this in his past life, a word suddenly popped up in Baichuanqiu's mind - "undercover".

No wonder we haven't seen each other for four years...

Just as Baichuan Qiu was thinking, a burly thug suddenly stood in front of him.

The gangster's body was covered with tattoos, his triangle eyes were full of meanness, and his voice was rough and fierce: "What are you saying? Let me see--"

Then he snatched the flyer from Baichuan Qiu's hand.

“Hey hey——”

Baichuan Qiu was dumbfounded.

Who is this?

He reached out and tried to grab it: "This is just an ordinary flyer, what are you doing?"

The thug pushed Bai Chuanqiu away and looked the pretty boy up and down, his eyes full of probing questions: "What did you say to those two guys just now? What? I'm ugly, I don't deserve to take your flyers?"

Because of the two men's actions, the entrance, which was originally quite busy, suddenly became empty. When the people around saw the tattoos on the gangster's body, they all avoided him and did not dare to stay at all.

Baichuan Qiu frowned: "You——"

"what are you doing?"

A loud female voice was heard, and a girl with twin ponytails strode over with her hands on her hips.

"Xiao Qiu, are you okay?" Lin Zhaozhao first asked Bai Chuanqiu in Chinese, "What happened?"

Bai Chuanqiu also answered in Chinese: "I don't know, he came here to cause trouble for no apparent reason."

The thug paused flipping through the flyers, looked at the two men again, and said in a softer tone, with a hint of fear: "Are you Chinese?"

Lin Zhaozhao crossed her arms and said angrily, "Yes, I'm warning you, don't provoke me, or I'll call the police."

Baichuan Qiu nodded.

The thug immediately lost his temper and returned the flyer to Baichuan Qiu: "It's not allowed to hand out flyers here. This won't happen again."

Then he turned and left, as inexplicably as he had arrived.

Baichuan Qiu's gaze fell on the in-ear tactical headset on the gangster's ear, and his eyes darkened.

Lin Zhaozhao froze in an instant, a little confused: "Hey hey - why did he leave so quickly?"

Looking at the guy's tattoos and the scene, she thought the matter would not end well.

Baichuan Qiu seemed to be thinking: "Maybe he..."

He was testing the relationship between him and Zhu Fujingguang.

……

The thug came to the corner and whispered into the headset, "Master Vodka, you heard it too. They are Chinese people who came here to hand out flyers. They just happened to stop Scotch and Rye. There's nothing strange about it."

"Chinese? Then don't provoke them again."

Vodka disconnected the call and whispered to Gin, "Those two are Chinese. There's nothing wrong with them."

It is well known that China is difficult to mess with, so even they have to think carefully.

Gin smoked a cigarette, withdrew his gaze, and slowly exhaled the smoke: "Then don't worry about them, deal with Scotland first."

Vodka: “Yes.”

……

"Aqiu?"

Lin Zhaozhao's voice pulled Baichuan Qiu back.

She looked puzzled. "What are you thinking about? Were you scared just now?"

Baichuanqiu collected his thoughts and replied, "It's okay, I was just wondering what to do with the remaining flyers."

Lin Zhaozhao took the flyer from Bai Chuanqiu indifferently: "It's okay, we can distribute it somewhere else."

She raised her chest and said with high spirits: "I will definitely develop my own career in Sakura!"

Then go back and blind their eyes!

Bai Chuanqiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Miss, as far as I know, you have an exam the day after tomorrow. Are you ready?"

Lin Zhaozhao's face instantly fell: "Teacher Baichuan, if you don't mention this, we are still good friends."

Bai Chuanqiu smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Lin, I have some things to do and need to leave now. You should go back to school to review."

Lin Zhaozhao, the eldest daughter of the Lin family in Hong Kong City, China, is currently studying finance at Dongdu University. Shirakawa Qiu is currently her Sakura Language teacher.

After class today, Bai Chuanqiu was dragged by Lin Zhaozhao to serve as a soldier. Unexpectedly, he happened to meet...

An imperceptible dark light flashed in the golden eyes, but the little girl in front of him didn't notice it at all.

Lin Zhaozhao thought of the troublesome exam and sighed helplessly; "Okay."

She wailed to the sky, "Why do I have to study finance at Sakura? It's so painful!"

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At the same time, the fake wine duo also arrived at their destination.

At this moment, the sky had become completely gloomy. A howling wind was blowing on the rooftop, lifting the hems of the two people's clothes. Dark clouds rolled in, and it seemed that a storm was brewing.

Scotland stood on the rooftop and looked down. Below were the streets with lights just coming on and people coming and going. Beihu Park was lit with colorful lights, which was particularly eye-catching in the dazzling night scene.

"It's nice here, we can start preparing."

After confirming the target location, Scotland put down the guitar bag on his back. Rye also put down the guitar bag, but just stood quietly behind Scotland without moving.

Scotland paused as he was about to zip up his shirt.

So, it really is—

He slowly reached into his pocket and clenched the pistol in his clothes.

"Scotland, you're from Sakura, right?"

Rye behind him said.

Scotland stood up and looked at the man in front of him, his eyes filled with wariness, "I'm Sakura, what's wrong?"

Rye looked at the young man with cat eyes in front of him with a complicated expression. After a long moment, he sighed and said, "So, it's the police, right?"

Scotland didn't even blink, but snorted in disbelief. "Rye, isn't it too much to make such a joke at this time?"

Rye stared at him coldly, his voice icy: “Scotland, you know, I’m not kidding.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Scotland suddenly pulled out his pistol, pointed it at Rye and was about to shoot.

At the same time, a red light flashed in the distance, and the hungry wolf that had been lurking for a long time showed its sharp claws, and the flying bullet directly knocked the pistol in Scotland's hand away.

Another bullet came and hit Scotland in one of his thighs.

Scotland cried out in pain, but didn't slow down at all as he rushed straight towards the man in front of him.

Rye stepped back slightly, blocked with one hand, intercepted Scotland's punch attack, then took a light step back and hit Scotland's lower abdomen quickly and accurately.

"Cough-cough-"

Scotland lowered his eyes, hiding the determination in them, and pounced forward again, fighting tightly with Rye.

On the other side, high up, Gin looked at the scene below with indifference and ordered Chianti, who was eager to fight, "Don't shoot again."

Chianti was excited, but after hearing what Gin said, she shouted in disappointment, "Why? I wanted to end his life myself!"

Scotland and Rye stole her limelight as soon as they arrived. Their sniping skills were far superior to hers, and Chianti held a grudge against them for a long time.

Gin looked down at the two men below with a cold voice: "Scotland was shot in the thigh and can't run away. The person who killed him must be Rye Whiskey."

Chianti let out a light click, reluctantly released the trigger, and continued to look at the picture in the scope.