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

Small garden in the inpatient department.

As a high-end private hospital for the wealthy, the small garden here is decorated almost like a park.

A tranquil lake is surrounded by a grove of trees, flanked by smooth lawns and circular flower beds. A sacred sculpture of a goddess embraces a vase in the center, a fountain trickling beneath her feet. A winding path leads to the lake within the woods, with benches dotted on either side under the shade of the trees, providing an optimal resting environment for patients.

The white-haired young man sat upright on the bench, quietly looking at the very kind old lady in front of him.

"Actually, I don't know much about your family. Now that twenty years have passed, I can't remember clearly."

The elderly Mrs. Martha recalled carefully: "I only remember that they were a very gentle couple who came to the United States temporarily with their two young sons."

"Two sons?" Bai Chuanqiu murmured in surprise.

The system also screamed: "Host, could it be that the original owner has an older brother or younger brother?"

This is so unexpected!

The original owner was not an only child?

"Yes, you have a brother." Mrs. Martha was also surprised. "Have you forgotten even this?"

Baichuan Qiu frowned and shook his head.

The police academy team only knew that the original owner's parents had passed away, and the original owner seemed to have never told anyone that he had a brother.

"Those few times I went to the hospital, it was quite a big deal, so I still have some impression of it until now—"

Mrs. Martha still sighed when she thought of the scene. "Your brother was only about fifteen at the time. He had a knife stuck in his stomach and was rushed here by ambulance. He was bleeding profusely."

"I was your brother's attending physician at the time. Luckily, the knife wasn't inserted deeply enough to injure any internal organs, only the skin. After I removed the knife and stitched him up, he only had a scar, no lasting effects."

"However, because your parents were unable to explain the cause of the accident at the time, according to hospital regulations, we need to report such injuries to the police."

Baichuan Qiu glanced sideways: "Is that so..."

There is such a thing.

Mrs. Martha nodded. "But the police soon found out it was because your brother was being naughty and accidentally stabbed himself in the stomach with the knife."

Baichuan Qiu: "..."

The system muttered, "Is your brother a bit of a fool?"

Can this be inserted into the stomach? Why does it sound stupid?

Bai Chuanqiu: "That's not my brother, that's the original owner's brother."

Moreover, this matter sounds strange, maybe there is another hidden story.

"Then it was you..." Mrs. Martha looked at Baichuanqiu, "There's a shallow wound on your left arm, right?"

Baichuan Qiu paused, then rolled up his sleeves, revealing his left arm.

There was indeed a shallow wound there.

Baichuan Qiu remembered that this was something the original owner had.

"I stitched up this wound for you, too. It wasn't big, only three stitches were needed," Mrs. Martha said with a smile, her eyes full of memories. "But you cried so hard at the time, saying it was your brother who cut you with a knife, and you hoped we could help call the police."

Baichuan Qiu: “?”

System: "? Wow, the original owner's brother is so mean, no wonder the original owner never mentioned it!"

"The police did come later, but I don't know what happened next."

Mrs. Martha tried to recall, but she didn't have much of an impression. However, she did remember one other thing: "It seems that your brother is an adopted son, and your relationship isn't very good."

"Oh."

No wonder he had such a big problem at that time, but none of his relatives came to see him. It turned out that his relationship was not good.

Moreover, it is still a question whether this "brother" is alive or not.

"Then do you remember the names of my parents and my brother?" Baichuan Qiu asked.

Mrs. Martha fell into a long silence.

"Ayakawa? Kamikawa? Shirakawa?"

Baichuan Qiu held his forehead: "Baichuan."

Mrs. Martha understood: "Ah, yes, his name is Shirakawa... Hisahisa."

"Shirakawa Hisa?" Shirakawa Qiu seemed to be lost in thought. "Whose name is that?"

"Your brother's name."

Baichuan Qiu took note of it silently.

"What about my parents'?"

Mrs. Martha thought about it for a while, but couldn't remember anything. She said regretfully, "I'm sorry, I only remember their last name is Baichuan, but I don't remember their first names."

After all, it has been almost twenty years. Mrs. Martha can remember Shirakawa Qiu purely because of her beautiful white hair and pretty Asian face, just like a porcelain doll.

Shirakawa Qiu expressed his understanding.

After asking Mrs. Martha some more questions, Baichuanqiu didn't get any more useful information and was about to stand up.

At this moment, Mrs. Martha suddenly called him again. "Oh, by the way, Xiaoqiu, are you feeling better?"

"Ok?"

Baichuan Qiu looked back at her with a look of surprise on his face.

"Have you forgotten even that?" Mrs. Martha frowned.

Baichuan Qiu: “?”

The original owner was sick?

"Because surgery requires inquiries about your long-term medications, I have a vague impression... I think it was psychiatric medication, but I can't remember the details... I only remember the anesthetic I gave you when I sutured you. It was prepared separately to prevent any adverse reactions later."

Psychotropic...drugs?

"What's it for?" Baichuanqiu asked tentatively.

Mrs. Martha thought for a moment and shook her head regretfully: "I'm sorry."

"Okay, I understand." Bai Chuanqiu nodded, then bowed sincerely to Mrs. Martha. "Thank you very much, Mrs. Martha. Your information is very important to me."

Mrs. Martha was a little embarrassed and smiled cheerfully: "It's okay, I'm glad I could help you."

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Martha, Baichuanqiu turned around and walked back with an extremely solemn expression on his face.

The system asked cautiously: "Host, do you have any clues?"

Bai Chuanqiu rubbed his fingers, his golden eyes showing a bit of complexity: "Yes."

System: "For example?"

Baichuanqiu sighed, "I finally understand why they were able to erase everything about the original owner so completely. The original owner had been in the United States for treatment and rarely returned to Sakura, let alone left any traces."

No wonder the only people who knew him were those he'd met during his time at the police academy, with no acquaintances from before that. And Furuya Rei and the others hadn't heard of the original owner's past either.

It turned out that I had guessed wrong from the beginning. The original owner had returned from the United States, and most of the people who knew the original owner were in the United States.

Therefore, the traces of the original owner in Sakura are very easy to clean up - erasing a person's life may be a little difficult, after all, one will always meet all kinds of people in this life, but the original owner only lived in Sakura for half a year, and the people who knew him were basically in the police academy. It is still very simple to erase the half year of the original owner's life.

Baichuan Qiu had not thought of this before.

He really thought the other party had some ability, but it turned out to be just this.

The system was also a little puzzled: "Since the original owner had a mental illness, how did he pass the police academy physical examination? Could it be that he has recovered?"

Since he was able to successfully pass the physical examination of the police academy, it means that the original owner is in good health and has no physical or mental illness.

Besides, the original owner had been with the police academy team for so long, and no one noticed that the original owner had any mental problems.

"Is mental illness really so easy to cure?" Baichuanqiu was skeptical.

System: "Uh, maybe it's a miracle?"

Baichuan Qiu pondered for a moment, took out his cell phone and began to quickly search for nearby psychiatric hospitals.

"System, help me organize some information."

"Okay, host."