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

After a while, Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji left together, and Wakita Kanenori also finished his breakfast and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he tentatively asked Shirakawa Qiu: "Manager Shirakawa, I didn't expect you to have so many police friends."

Shirakawa Qiu chuckled, and while collecting the empty cups of Matsuda and the other man, he said with emotion: "We are former alumni. Although we have different jobs now, we still have a good relationship."

"I see, so Manager Shirakawa used to be a police officer?"

Baichuanqiu: "Not really. Something happened, so I came out to work on my own."

Wakita Kanenori was amazed: "Manager Shirakawa is amazing!"

At the same time, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

It is said that Shirakawa Akane was in a car accident and owed a huge debt. Unexpectedly, he was able to pay off his debts in just seven years and open a coffee shop on such a good piece of land in Mihua. Is there really no problem with this?

Were those police officers from the Public Security Bureau specifically here to meet with Shirakawa Qiu?

Shirakawa Qiu washed the dishes in his hands, looked up at Wakita Kensuke's serious face, and pretended to be confused but asked with concern: "Mr. Wakita, do you have any questions?"

"Oh, it's okay. Goodbye, Manager Shirakawa."

Kanenori Wakita left the Poirot Café.

Toru Amuro came out from the kitchen and came to Shirakawa Akane's side.

"Is there something wrong with this Wakita Kensuke?" he asked softly.

Toru Amuro is not a fool, and he immediately realized Shirakawa Akira's abnormality.

"Hmm." Shirakawa Akane thought for a moment and looked at Amuro Toru. "I think something is wrong with him, but I have no evidence. Furuya, do you believe me?"

Amuro Toru met those golden eyes, stunned for a moment, then answered without hesitation: "Of course, I trust Shirakawa's intuition."

The blonde clerk didn't refute Shirakawa Akane's words, but was actually thinking very seriously about the question raised by Shirakawa Akane. "The timing of this Wakita Kanenori's appearance is really too coincidental. It happened to be during the days when Rum was asking about my progress. And as soon as he appeared, he showed great interest in Shirakawa."

Such a person is really strange.

"Perhaps he's someone sent by Rum, or perhaps he's related to what's going on with me." Shirakawa Akira didn't directly expose Wakita Kanenori's identity, but instead offered a more accurate guess. "Furiya, didn't you say before that if your investigation didn't make any progress, Rum might send more people?"

Amuro Toru murmured: "There is indeed a very high possibility——"

It’s a pity that he didn’t get any news.

Amuro Toru sighed in his heart.

He still doesn't have Rum's trust enough.

There is no way around this. The organization's ruling structure is deeply influenced by Sakura culture. They value seniority more than ability.

People like Bourbon, who have just joined the organization for a few years, are still in the probation period even if they have obtained a code name and cannot gain the full trust of their superiors.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it, but it's better to be cautious." Shirakawa Qiu said, "I'll also talk to Matsuda and the others later and ask them to try not to come to Poirot."

Amuro Toru nodded: "Okay."

He paused, then comforted Baichuan Qiu: "Baichuan's intuition is definitely correct. After all, he is right in front of us now. We should be more cautious and look for his loopholes carefully. Sooner or later, we will catch him."

Without evidence, even the police would find it difficult to arrest someone. If they don't find strong evidence, not only will they alert the suspect, but they will also have no choice but to release him once the stipulated time is up.

That's when things get really troublesome.

Now they are in the dark and the other party is in the light. Sooner or later they will have a chance.

Shirakawa Akane also understood what Amuro Toru meant: "Okay."

The feeling of being trusted... is really good.

……

The next day, Conan also knew about this.

"Eh? Is that Mr. Wakita from the Iroha Sushi restaurant next door?" Conan opened his eyes wide.

"Shhhhh-"

Shirakawa Qiu raised a finger and asked Conan to speak more quietly.

Conan immediately covered his mouth and looked around. After confirming that no one else had heard what he said, he lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Shirakawa asked me to be wary of him. Is there something wrong with him?"

A few days ago, he and Uncle Maori went to Iroha Sushi Restaurant for dinner. There happened to be a theft in the restaurant, and they were all present at the time.

Although Mr. Wakita was interested in reasoning, all his reasoning was wrong. In the end, he managed to knock Uncle Mori unconscious, and the theft case ended perfectly.

But now, Mr. Shirakawa actually said that there was something wrong with the guy who just became Uncle Mori's apprentice?

Conan broke out in a cold sweat.

He had knocked Uncle Maori down as usual, and then used the bowtie voice changer to analyze the case...

He was totally unprepared at that time!

Now that I think about it, Mr. Wakita shouldn't have discovered anything wrong with him, right?

The more Conan thought about it, the more scared he felt. He secretly made up his mind that he must be cautious in the future.

Shirakawa Qiu looked at Conan's face, which turned pale instantly, and was very calm: "Don't worry too much, it's just my intuition, I don't have any evidence. I tell you this because I hope you can restrain your actions and not be so blatant."

Sometimes he really couldn't stand looking at that hiding place.

Conan was embarrassed, but at the same time he felt relieved: "I understand. Thank you Mr. Shirakawa for reminding me."

"By the way, don't try to find out his information. Amuro and I are already keeping an eye on him. Don't alert him."

Conan thought about how he had failed to eavesdrop in the United States again and how his disguise plan had failed miserably. He couldn't help but feel a little frustrated: "I know."

Why! Why is it that every time he eavesdrops, something bad happens or he gets discovered?

This is simply outrageous!

Is his disguise so unsatisfactory?

The child in front of him hung his head like an eggplant hit by frost, his face full of frustration. His originally bright eyes became dull and his small figure exuded a strong sense of loss.

Baichuan Qiu sighed helplessly.

Such a little detective... is quite rare.

Meanwhile, the Special Investigation Department.

The black-haired man with fox eyes sat casually in his seat, blowing the tea leaves in the cup slowly and leisurely, while his other hand tapped the table intermittently.

In front of him was a small and cold interrogation room. The man sitting on the interrogation chair was shaking his legs restlessly, looking around at the one-way glass in horror, and kept muttering in his mouth, but it sounded like the talking in a sleep.

Morimoto Yui stared coldly at the person in the glass. His already narrow and long fox eyes became even darker and deeper. He paused tapping on the table, and the observation room, which had been making some noise, suddenly became dead silent.

"Let's go. He probably won't say anything today." He stood up from his seat and whispered to the prosecutor beside him, "Strengthen your precautions. Don't let him find an opportunity to commit suicide."

The prosecutor stepped back and nodded respectfully, "I understand, Prosecutor Morimoto."