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

The group left, with Baichuan Qiu walking at the end, and he glanced expressionlessly at the man and woman in the private room.

——Really, damn thing.

It should be...

However, before he could do anything, Hagiwara Kenji had already turned back and pushed Shirakawa Akane back: "Come on, Shirakawa-chan, it's just a small matter, don't let it ruin your good mood today!"

Shirakawa Akira was stunned for a moment, then met Hagiwara Kenji's alert gaze. He touched his nose guiltily and quietly discarded the dark thoughts he had just had.

I almost forgot, they are so sharp-eyed that if I do something small... I think they will be discovered, right?

Hagiwara Kenji pushed Shirakawa downstairs and stood in front of the counter. He knocked on the table and said to the shop owner behind the counter, "The people in room 204 upstairs seem to be drunk and crazy. Pay attention, there's an eight-month pregnant woman in there."

The boss, who had been somewhat indifferent at first, immediately straightened up and said, "Okay, I'll let someone pay attention."

If it was just a group of drunks acting crazy, they, as people in the izakaya, would be used to it, but if they brought a pregnant woman with them, they must take it seriously.

I'm afraid that these people might accidentally cause two deaths here.

Seeing the shop owner's serious expression, Hagiwara Kenji nodded in satisfaction, turned his head to look at Shirakawa Akane, blinked deliberately, and said with a smile: "Shirakawa won't do anything bad behind our backs, right?"

Bai Chuanqiu shrugged and spread his hands innocently: "Mr. Officer, I'm a good person."

How could he do something bad?

So sad~

……

When they walked out of the izakaya, others were already waiting for them.

"I'll be leaving first." Amuro Toru said, shaking his phone, "The annoying boss is looking for me again."

Shirakawa Akira knew that the "boss" that Amuro Toru was referring to was Rum.

"Yeah, okay." Baichuan Qiu nodded.

Shirakawa Akira guessed that the reason he was looking for Toru Amuro at this time was probably because of Green Chat.

"I'm going back to the hospital too," Yi Dahang said with a smile. "Natalie's due date is approaching, and I have to cover for my parents-in-law."

"Uh-huh."

So Date Ko and Amuro Toru left in the car one after another, leaving only Shirakawa Akira and the other two.

Matsuda Jinpei put his arm around Shirakawa Akane's shoulder and pointed to the other end of the street with a smile: "This place is closer to our apartment. Hagi and I can just walk back."

Baichuanqiu pointed in another direction: "Me too."

But we are about to part ways here.

"Then we'll go first, Shirakawa." Hagiwara Kenji waved at Shirakawa Akane.

"OK Bye Bye."

The three people said goodbye to each other, and Shirakawa Qiu turned around and walked on the dim street. Looking at the road ahead that was gradually getting darker, his originally bright expression slowly turned gloomy.

The system was a little confused: "Host, are you unhappy? Are you thinking about the couple just now? Or should we go back and kill them?"

The system said the last sentence eagerly.

"They're not worth my emotion." Bai Chuanqiu lowered his eyes, his voice cold, "I was just thinking about what happened at the dinner table."

The system rarely matched: "Is it... the finger-guessing game?"

"Yes." Bai Chuanqiu nodded, his tone firm, "I can now basically confirm that I have indeed lost some of my memory."

System: “Huh?”

Shirakawa Akane: "Ever since the fire at Mingde Hospital, I've gradually felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity."

The closer he got to the so-called original owner, the more familiar he felt.

If it was all because of the isomorphism, and the original owner's personality was very similar to his, so the methods used were exactly the same, then how should this finger-guessing teaching be explained?

These formulas clearly have a Chinese flavor...that is the biggest difference between him and the original owner.

You know, this kind of drinking culture has always been passed down at the drinking table. It is impossible for a normal person to learn it online. Even Baichuan Qiu learned this knowledge from his neighbor's son when he was dragged by his neighbor to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

How could a person who has been receiving treatment in a mental hospital for many years, either in the United States or in Sakura, know about China's drinking culture?

Therefore, Baichuan Qiu can be sure that the person who taught these finger-guessing knowledge to the police academy group was definitely him.

——A person who is Chinese at heart.

Only in this way can we understand why he had been with the five people in the police academy for so long without anyone in the police academy having any doubts.

They never raised any objections, including some small details in their interactions.

No matter how good the isotope is, it is impossible to achieve this effect, right?

After all, they are just peers, not the same person.

Before this, Baichuan Qiu was just in doubt, but now, he can be sure.

The system was a little stuck: "So, the host is the original owner?"

"Not really..." Bai Chuanqiu analyzed calmly, "According to the information we've collected, the original owner has always suffered from a serious mental illness and has been living in a psychiatric hospital for a long time."

"But strangely, after leaving the hospital, he became normal. He was even able to take the Sakura civil service exam according to the normal procedures and successfully entered the police academy..."

This is too fragmented.

How could such a serious illness be completely cured so quickly?

"I'm more inclined to believe that I entered the original owner's body a few days before the fire," Bai Chuanqiu said firmly. "That's why the original owner, with such severe mental illness, was able to attend the police academy. The people involved have become me, and I'm completely normal."

He is better at disguising himself than the original owner.

"The matter of Mingde Hospital was handled very cleanly, including any traces of the original owner's presence in the hospital. Except for the peripheral doctors, almost everyone who had seen Baichuan Qiu in person is dead."

This is in line with his style.

Bai Chuanqiu murmured softly: "So, the person who got along with the police academy team was me. The original owner... died a long time ago."

If the condition for him to travel through time was the death of the original owner, then perhaps the original owner would have died in the United States long ago, in that mental hospital.

“So a new problem arises.”

"Why did I lose my memory? When did the original owner die? And why did he die..." Baichuan Qiu raised his head and looked at the bright moonlight in the dark night. He felt that everything had become confusing.

The system was dizzy with excitement: "Ah, so complicated."

Baichuan Qiu naturally knew it.

He lowered his head and sighed: "Alas..."

When will it end?

——"What are you sighing about?"

A figure came from behind him and grabbed his neck.

Shirakawa Akane was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw Matsuda Jinpei's face.

"Huh?" He blinked in disbelief.

Hagiwara Kenji also appeared from beside Matsuda Jinpei: "Hi, little Shirakawa is going home alone."

"How do you..."

"Haha, Hagi and I were bored, so we decided to walk with you for a bit." Matsuda Jinpei patted Shirakawa Akane's shoulder and said smugly, "Luckily we came over, otherwise we wouldn't have known you were sighing here all by yourself."

Hagiwara Kenji also poked Shirakawa Akane and winked, "Are you going to secretly drop some gold beans later? Are you afraid of little Shirakawa going home alone?"

Because I am afraid of going home alone·dropping gold beans alone·poor and helpless·child·Shirakawa-no-Yu: (;￢＿￢)