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

"Good morning—ah!"

When Azusa Enomoto saw Shirakawa Akane's face, she was shocked and rushed forward: "Manager! What's wrong with your face?"

Baichuan Qiu has fair skin, and is a little pale due to his physical condition. Now, coupled with the large bruise on his face, it is very conspicuous.

"Good morning, Xiaozi." Baichuan Qiu waved, "I'm fine, I just fell on the way home."

The movement of his hand also allowed Enomoto Azusa to see his wrist, and Enomoto Azusa exclaimed again: "Oh my God, manager, your hand!"

Baichuan Qiu's right hand was almost wrapped into a big pig's hoof, which was both miserable and funny.

"How did you fall like this? Manager, put down the broom, I'll do it."

Azusa Enomoto quickly took off her cross-body bag and walked forward to take the broom from Shirakawa Akane's hand.

"Alas, people are unlucky."

Bai Chuanqiu scratched his head with a wry smile. "I fell on my way home last night. As luck would have it, not only did I hit my head on the telephone pole, but I also broke my hand."

After hearing this, Azusa Enomoto was also worried: "How could this happen... Then you don't need to come today, manager. You should just rest at home."

Bai Chuanqiu sighed: "It's okay, I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway."

He glanced at his watch and asked, "Xiaolan will be coming down soon."

Azusa Enomoto also looked down at the watch on his wrist: "It seems to be around this time usually——"

Sure enough, Mao Lilan, carrying her schoolbag, went downstairs first and bought croissants for breakfast at Poirot Café.

"Good morning, Xiaolan."

Mao Lilan was also shocked when she saw the injuries on Shirakawa Qiu's body: "Mr. Shirakawa, your face and hands..."

Baichuan Qiu chuckled: "It's okay, I just fell down."

He watched Azusa Enomoto helping Ran Maori pack and asked casually, "Has Mr. Maori been involved in any cases recently? Did the last shooting incident affect him?"

Mao Lilan was very distressed: "The shooting is not a big deal for Dad, but he has been obsessed with Marseille recently and has not received any commissions for several days."

Baichuan Qiu nodded in understanding: "Is that so..."

"Ms. Mori, this is your bread." Azusa Enomoto handed the packaging bag to Ran Mori.

Mao Lilan took it: "Thank you."

After Mao Lilan left, Shirakawa Qiu once again sat back on the stool with nothing to do.

The system popped up: "What a great opportunity, host! Since the Maori family is idle, isn't this the perfect opportunity for you to start committing crimes and become the next murderer!"

Baichuan Qiu: "..."

Sometimes I really want to sigh.

"I should learn a few skills first before I start taking action, right? That way, if I make a mistake, I can still run away later."

System: "That's right... The host's abilities are too weak. So far, he only has the skill of a bomb maniac."

There was unconcealable disgust in its words.

Shirakawa Qiu: "...It's good to have it."

And it was all an accident.

The system made a move: "How about the host create some big explosions? Like blowing up a building, blowing up the railroad tracks... We rely on our superior skills."

Hearing the system say to blow up the building, Bai Chuanqiu looked away with a guilty conscience: "This is not good, and I have two good friends who are still in the bomb disposal team. It would be bad if it affects their work."

system:"??"

Faced with the indecisive host, the system sighed, reminiscent of the ancient Chinese emperor who was anxious but the eunuch was: "When will the host become the number one murderer in the rice flower world..."

It began to feel sad again.

Baichuan Qiu: "..."

The system is really dedicated as it never stops talking about tasks.

The cell phone rang. Baichuan Qiu glanced at the phone and picked up the call with some surprise.

"Hey?"

There was silence for a moment, then he whispered, "How have you been lately?"

Baichuanqiu smiled and said, "Everything is fine! And I have returned to Mihua to settle down. If you come back, you can come to Mihua Poirot Cafe to find me."

Zhu Fu Jingguang chuckled: "Okay, I will definitely come."

It was dark in his part of the world at the moment. The man stood on the street in a foreign country, quietly gazing at the bright lights in the distance. "My mission is complete. I think I'll be back soon."

Baichuan Qiu raised an eyebrow: "Huh? Really? Can you tell me this?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang said in a gentle voice: "It's okay, I've already got some things. When I come back, none of those guys will be able to escape."

Baichuan Qiu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great."

After their separation three years ago, Zhu Fujingguang went into hiding completely and followed the clue he had exposed that year all the way up. Unexpectedly, the more he investigated, the more clues he got, and it even directly involved the United States.

After careful consideration, Zhu Fujingguang resolutely went to the United States.

He hardly discussed this matter with many people. Apart from Shirakawa Akira, who knew that Morifushi Kagemitsu was not dead, only the top leader of the public security department had received Morifushi Kagemitsu's report. He did not even tell Furuya Rei, who had been undercover in the organization.

It wasn't because he wanted to make Fūya Zero sad on purpose, but because this matter involved so many people and pointed the finger at a big shot in the Ministry of Public Security. Zhu Fushiguri was not sure if he could come back alive.

In this case, it would be better to let others think that he is dead. That way, if something happens, his relatives and friends will not be sad for him again.

After exchanging a brief update with Morufushi Kagemitsu, Shirakawa Qiu hesitated. Although he didn't know Morufushi Kagemitsu's specific mission, he was still alarmed and worriedly warned, "Be sure to pay attention to safety."

Zhu Fujingguang: "I will definitely do it."

Just as the call was about to end, Shirakawa Qiu suddenly heard the sound of breaking glass from upstairs, and then a figure in a sports hoodie quickly passed by the door of the cafe.

Then came Maori Kogoro's yelling: "Ahhh, damn it! I just replaced the glass window! Don't let me catch you!"

Then there was the sound of hurried footsteps coming down the stairs.

Shirakawa Akane quickly said goodbye to Morobushi Kagemitsu, hung up the phone and looked out the window.

The first one to chase after them was Conan, who had not yet gone to school, followed by Kogoro Mouri, who still had toothpaste foam in his mouth.

"Asshole! Stop right there!"

Kogoro Mouri shouted as he ran to the other side of the street.

When this happened, everyone in the cafe stretched their necks to look outside.

Even Azusa Enomoto, who was making coffee, was drawn to her attention: "Huh? Did someone smash the window of Detective Mori's house?"

Baichuan Qiu was also confused: "It seems so."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"I'll go take a look too, Xiaozi. I'll leave the store to you."

Azusa Enomoto nodded: "Okay."

She added worriedly, "Manager, be careful. Your hand is still injured."

"Do not worry!"

As Shirakawa Qiu said this, he also chased in the direction where Maori Kogoro and the others were running.

It's just that the bad guy ran in too many twists and turns, and Shirakawa Qiu chased him around several corners but couldn't find Mouri Kogoro and the others.

He hunched over slightly and gasped for breath.

After years of recuperation, this body is still too bad.

Bai Chuanqiu glanced at the fork in the road and said to the system: "System, tell me where they are now?"

System: “? How would I know that?”

Baichuan Qiu rubbed his brows and said, "Sensing Conan's general aura."

System: "Ding—turn left."

Baichuan Qiu ran to the left without hesitation.

What he didn't expect was that after running a few steps, he saw a crowd of people gathered.

Something seems to have happened.

Baichuan Qiu quickly took a few steps and squeezed into the crowd to check the situation.

Then he saw Kogoro Mouri and Conan, but the expressions of these two people were particularly solemn.

There was a white car parked in front of them, with some blood stains on the front of the car, and a familiar figure was lying not far in front of the car.

——The guy who smashed the window of the Maori Detective Agency.

He was hit and killed by a car.