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

Chapter 14 This world is really a makeshift team

"Ding—alarm! Danger is approaching!"

Following the system's prompt sound, Baichuan Qiu suddenly squatted down.

The next moment, a bullet passed through the glass and hit the ground.

"There's a sniper!" Shirakawa Qiu shouted, and Maori Kogoro's expression froze. He squatted down and pulled Shirakawa Qiu to a place outside the window where they couldn't see him.

Gin stared down with a cold expression.

Vodka was a little confused: "Brother, why did you kill that kid first?"

Gin glanced at Vodka and said calmly, "He was also present when Scotland was killed."

Reminded by Gin, Vodka immediately remembered this incident: "Oh yeah, it's the guy handing out flyers!"

Vodka felt a little uneasy: "But doesn't he have any problems?"

He personally sent people to investigate the matter.

Gin snorted coldly: "When Scotland died, I suspected something was wrong. Now he appears here again. I don't believe it's such a coincidence."

In his opinion, when two coincidences collide, it is no longer a coincidence.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the bug in his hand was shot away by a bullet, and everyone in the winery turned around to look vigilantly -

Behind them, higher and farther away, a man lay there, his sniper rifle clearly indicating death and threat.

"Akai Shuichi——"

Gin looked at the man in the scope gloomily, with anger and murderous intent.

However, they were seized by Akai Shuichi's commanding heights and were completely passively attacked. Gin decisively gave the order: "Retreat."

Chianti was unconvinced: "You're not going to kill Maori Kogoro anymore?"

Gin's mind was full of thoughts, and his suspicion towards Maori Kogoro and that kid had not diminished at all, but he just raised the corners of his lips and scolded coldly: "This is all an FBI conspiracy. Maori Kogoro is just a cover. Let's go——"

He then stopped explaining in detail, covered the gunshot wound on his body, and hurried away with the vodka.

"Damn it!" Chianti muttered unhappily and was forcibly dragged away by Cohen. Vermouth put on a gloating smile on her face and strode away with him.

So at the Maori Detective Agency, the two people who had been hiding discovered that the sniper seemed to be gone.

"Uncle Maori——"

Conan's voice came from downstairs.

Kogoro Mouri looked over curiously.

Conan stood downstairs and waved at him: "Uncle Maori, it seems to be safe!"

Kogoro Mouri also looked up carefully and confirmed that the sniper on the opposite side was no longer there.

"Are you okay, Shirakawa-kun? Thank you so much, you saved my life just now!" Maori Kogoro held Shirakawa Akira's hand and thanked him solemnly.

Baichuan Qiu knew that the bullet was aimed at him, but he didn't explain. He just smiled implicitly: "It is my honor to be able to help Mr. Maori."

In reality, I was frantic: Why? I was with Mr. Maori, and the winery killed me first?

When did I provoke these crazy people?

……

The matter was finally settled. Shirakawa Qiu was just helping to deliver the message, and the whole incident had little to do with him (except that the bullet was shot at him), so after completing the statement with the police, Shirakawa Qiu quickly returned to the Poirot Café.

Perhaps due to the influence of the shooting, there were not many people in the cafe today. Azusa Enomoto had already given away the cookies made today and was tidying up the counter.

"Manager," she called out, "I heard Detective Maori was shot? Are you all okay?"

Baichuan Qiu shook his head: "It's okay."

He checked the time. It was already six in the afternoon and most of the customers had left.

"Let's leave work early today. There shouldn't be many people around."

"it is good."

After Enomoto Azusa finished packing and left, Shirakawa Akane sat down and asked the system: "System, you actually have an early warning function?"

The system snorted proudly: "I am the Golden Finger System, so this little thing is no problem for me."

Baichuan Qiu frowned: "I thought you were always immersed in the idol glow of the villain."

The system replied seriously, "That's different. Work is work, and idols are idols. I can't possibly give up my job for my idol."

Shirakawa Akane: "...Wow, you're truly a modern-day role model for idol-chasing."

The system was also puzzled: "But what did you do? Why did the villains target you first?"

Bai Chuanqiu complained: "I don't know either. What should I do now?"

He paused and asked tentatively, "Doesn't the system know either? Perhaps you can look for clues in the main storyline..."

The system is silent.

Bai Chuanqiu vaguely guessed something: "You don't know the main plot later?"

"I, of course I know!" the system answered loudly.

However, sometimes, the louder the voice, the more guilty one feels.

Bai Chuanqiu uttered a "oh" and showed no interest: "Forget it if you don't know."

"I really know!" The system tried to emphasize its golden finger status.

Shirakawa Akane: "Hmm, then do you know where Karasuma Renya lives?"

System: “…@￥%￥”

The other party chose to use garbled code to disguise themselves.

Baichuan Qiu: "Tsk."

The system suddenly became dull: "Okay, I forgot to bring it when I came here."

Baichuan Qiu: “????”

Huh? Wait, are you talking human language? Oh no, forget you're not human!

"You even forgot to bring this???"

The system felt guilty: "You are my first host. I was so excited that I didn't bring all the data with me. Even the system panel was copied..."

No wonder the sarcastic and sharp complaints on the panel didn't seem to be written by this stupid system. It turned out that they were copied from another system.

Baichuan Qiu closed his eyes.

Sure enough, this world is just a huge makeshift team.

"Host, don't lose heart. I'm already borrowing plot data from the neighboring world. Although this parallel world is somewhat different, there must be something worth learning..."

Baichuanqiu: "How long?"

System: "...still borrowing."

Baichuan Qiu rolled his eyes.

……

On the other side, in the organization's safe house, a man sat on the sofa and smoked quietly.

His upper body was naked, and the area bandaged with gauze was still faintly oozing with blood. The smoky air was filled with the lingering smell of blood.

The man closed his eyes. The wound on his face caused by the bullet had slowly scabbed over. His well-defined face was shrouded in shadow, and the low pressure around him made people hold their breath unconsciously.

Vodka walked over carefully and handed the researched information to Gin:

"Brother, we've re-investigated. This guy really did deceive us back then. He's a native of Sakura Tokyo, and he was a police academy student seven years ago. He was later expelled from the academy for violating regulations and discipline."

Gin held the cigarette between his fingers, leaned casually on the sofa, and took the information handed to him by Vodka to look at it.

"He's been working everywhere for years, but his job is rarely stable, changing locations every six months. The strangest thing is that every boss he's worked for has praised him highly, some even offered him a job back at a high-stakes financial institution, but he's rejected them all."

"The Purton family in the United States is one of them."

Gin paused as he was flipping through the documents.

The Purton family of the United States, the family of the current president.

A family with such a background actually extended an olive branch to this kid?

But when Gin took a closer look at those job positions, he found it laughable—

Chef, assistant, secretary, driver, gardener...even housekeeper and tutor.

These jobs can be nominal as long as the employer is willing.

"I didn't expect that he is such an all-round talent."

Gin scoffed.

Vodka lowered his head, not daring to look at his brother's expression.

"Why was he fired?" Gin asked coldly.

Vodka: "Shirakawa Qiu has a very bad reputation within the police force, and the informant also knows about this."