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

Shirakawa Qiu returned to Poirot Café with the cat in his arms.

"What's going on outside? Did something happen to the captain?" asked Azusa Enomoto.

She seemed to hear the store manager call the captain's name just now.

"Oh, it's okay. I happened to see a stranger feeding the captain, so I shouted." Baichuan Qiu explained.

The captain in his arms seemed to confirm Baichuan Qiu's words and raised his head and meowed.

"Captain, you little bastard, where have you been?" Enomoto Azusa took the captain from Shirakawa Akane's arms and complained in pretended anger.

The captain showed his belly and meowed, looking like a well-behaved child waiting to be picked.

Azusa Enomoto was dazzled by the furry cat and couldn't help but ravage it repeatedly: "...What a shameless little scumbag cat."

Baichuan Qiu agreed: "Indeed."

Toru Amuro was already preparing cat food for the captain.

The captain hasn't been back for a long time, so it's better to give him a good meal so that he won't be tempted by food outside every day.

At noon, the captain, who had a full meal, was lying in front of the sign at the door to bask in the sun, and then he met the guy from the morning again.

"Captain, good afternoon."

Wakita Kanenori squatted down and waved at the captain.

The captain straightened up, somewhat disliking the smell of this human. He made a hissing sound in his throat and slowly backed away.

Wakita Kanenori seemed unaware of anything and wanted to continue reaching out.

"Be careful."

Baichuan Qiu bent down and picked up the captain who was about to pop out his cat claws to scratch people.

"Meow meow--"

The captain cursed a few times. Although he couldn't understand cat language, he had a hunch that it must have been very filthy. Shirakawa Akane rubbed the captain's head, feeling somewhat amused and helpless. He said to Wakita Kensuke in front of him, "Sorry, he doesn't like you very much. If you don't want to get more scratches on the back of your hand, you'd better not touch him."

Otherwise I would have to ask him to pay for the vaccination.

Wakita Kensuke had a sullen look on his face, seemingly a little embarrassed, but he quickly adjusted his mood: "I'm sorry, it's true that small animals don't like me very much, but I really don't mean any harm."

Shirakawa Akane looked Kanenori Minawata up and down and asked, "Are you going to the sushi restaurant next door to recruit people?"

At this moment, Kensuke Wakita was wearing a white sushi chef uniform with a black collarless top underneath and a white chef's hat on his head, looking like a chef in a sushi restaurant.

"Oh yes, I just passed the interview," Wakita Kanenori replied with a smile. "The boss is really nice. He didn't mind my eye problem and was very happy to hire me."

Baichuan Qiu was thoughtful: "...Is that so."

"I also like drinking coffee. Manager Shirakawa, please give me more advice in the future."

Shirakawa Qiu wasn't too interested, just hummed a few times and then carried the cat back to the Poirot Café.

Kensuke Wakita watched the white-haired young man return to the coffee shop. Through the transparent window glass, his only eye could clearly see that the white-haired young man was holding a cat and talking to the blond clerk. The blond clerk smiled and took the cat from the manager's arms, nodded, and then walked to the back door with the cat in his arms.

Kanenori Wakita narrowed his eyes, turned around and walked back to the sushi restaurant.

Inside the store, Baichuan Qiu turned his head and looked at the man disappearing outside the window, raising his eyebrows slightly.

System: "Host, what's wrong?"

"I have a feeling that there's something wrong with this Wakita Kanenori," said Shirakawa Akira.

It seemed as if he was deliberately getting closer to me.

...Are they targeting the same people who were the original owner?

System: "Eh? Really? Host, you think so because he's too ugly and looks too bad. Host, you can't judge a person by his appearance."

Shirakawa Akane: "...Did I? I was just relying on my intuition."

The system beeped quietly: "Isn't first instinct based on what you see with your eyes? He looks ugly at first glance."

Shirakawa Akane: "...So who is judging people by appearance?"

At the back door, Toru Amuro, who was squatting on the ground giving the captain a bath, received a text message from Rum.

Rum: I have a special mission recently, so please don't contact me unless necessary. Also, your investigation into Maori Kogoro and Shirakawa Akane should have made some progress, right? Send the information to my email before tonight.

Amuro Toru frowned.

Why did Rum suddenly come to urge him to submit his work report?

Did he notice something?

Toru Amuro put away his phone, carried the wet captain back to the staff area, and blew the little guy's hair with a heavy heart.

As for Mr. Maori…there's no progress at the moment; he's just an ordinary drunk. In comparison, Conan, the unusual child, is more worthy of investigation, which fits Rum's investigation: Conan is involved with the FBI and even the police.

Of course, Toru Amuro would definitely not tell Rum this.

As for Baichuanqiu... naturally, he couldn't say anything either.

Thinking of this, Toru Amuro felt a little headache.

How should he tell Rum that he had found nothing about these two matters?

This is too suspicious!

In fact, this is not what Amuro Toru is most worried about. What he is worried about is that after Rum knows that he has not found anything, he will send more people to lurk around them and conduct a new investigation.

This is the most troublesome.

"What's wrong?" A figure leaned against the door.

Amuro Toru raised his head and saw Shirakawa Akira leaning against the door frame looking at him.

Toru Amuro looked behind Shirakawa Akane.

Shirakawa Qiu immediately understood what Amuro Toru meant and replied tacitly, "Xiao Zi is making coffee at the front desk."

Amuro understood and replied, "Rum sent me a message asking me to give you a report on your situation."

Bai Chuanqiu raised an eyebrow: "He even wants to investigate me?"

He seems to have no grudge against Mr. Rum.

Amuro Toru: "Have you had contact with Gin before?"

Baichuan Qiu: "Uh..."

The topic suddenly shifted to Gin.

Seeing that Shirakawa Qiu was speechless, Amuro Toru rubbed the cat's head and asked, "I've been wanting to ask before, did Gin and his friends come to the store once? When I first arrived that day, I smelled the brand of cigarettes that Gin usually smoked, and there were two glasses of water on the bar."

Baichuan Qiu: "...Okay, I thought you wouldn't ask."

Amuro Toru looked at him, his gray-purple eyes filled with sincerity: "Is it convenient for you to tell me? Of course, if you don't want to tell me, I don't have to ask."

Bai Chuanqiu was helpless: "I've already asked, what else can't I say?"

"Let me think, where should I start—"

Bai Chuanqiu pondered for a moment, then said, "You know the Pulton family, right?"

Amuro Toru narrowed his eyes slightly: "The current US leader?"

"Yes, a few years ago when I went to the United States, I accidentally helped the Purton family with a small favor, so they owed me a favor." Shirakawa Qiu explained simply, "Later, Gin accidentally discovered that I saved Zhu Fu and wanted to get rid of me, but because of the favor of the Purton family, he spared my life."

Amuro Toru's eyes widened, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly: "They actually managed to get the Purton family to put pressure on the organization to stop Gin from killing you?"

Baichuan, are you sure you just did a small favor? ! !