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

Shirakawa Qiu is actually not interested in the truth of the fire.

On the contrary, thanks to the fire, Shirakawa Qiu was able to successfully deal with the killers who killed him.

Otherwise he would really have a headache.

Listening casually to the police officers and detectives over there starting to investigate the case, Shirakawa Qiu's eyes fell on the crowd over there.

Are those people still here?

Like a mouse hiding in the darkness, coveting the treasure in another darkness.

The mouse only saw the golden light emanating from the treasure, but forgot that the treasure was originally in darkness.

——That golden light might just be the half-closed eyes of the giant dragon guarding the treasure as it took a break.

Suddenly, Baichuan Qiu's eyes locked on a person.

No, to be precise, their eyes accidentally connected.

Before Baichuan Qiu looked over, the other party was already looking at him, but he didn't expect Baichuan Qiu to be so sharp. Before he could look away, Baichuan Qiu had already locked onto the owner of his gaze.

Meeting that pair of emotionless light golden eyes, the man's heart skipped a beat.

Across the crowd, across the fiery red scene illuminated by the moonlight, the seemingly harmless white-haired young man had half of his face illuminated by the lights of police cars and ambulances. His bright golden eyes flashed softly, but the other face in the shadow cast a scarlet cold light.

Beneath the mask of disguise lies a horrible destruction.

With almost no hesitation, the man turned and ran.

——Run! You must run!

——This guy is very dangerous!

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Meanwhile, Megure Jusan, who was discussing the case, suddenly remembered something. He looked up and said, "Matsuda and his team went to the scene. They might have found some clues there."

"Besides, Matsuda and the others came down so late, so something else must have happened in the meantime, and they haven't explained it clearly yet."

Maori Kogoro scratched his head: "Huh? Shirakawa-kun didn't leave! We can ask Shirakawa-kun if he found anything..."

He subconsciously turned his head and looked towards the place where Baichuan Qiu had just stood, but found that the place was empty and the white-haired young man who had been standing there had long disappeared.

"Eh? Where's Shirakawa-kun?"

The others also looked over, then looked around in confusion: "Wasn't he just here?"

How come the person disappeared in the blink of an eye?

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In the dark and narrow alley, the white-haired young man stepped on the people on the ground, casually increasing the pressure of his steps, and said in a steady voice: "Run, keep running."

The young man on the ground shuddered, not daring to move. He suppressed a cry of pain and whispered, "What's wrong with me? It seems like we don't know each other?"

Bai Chuanqiu snorted and laughed: "I don't know him, why are you running?"

"I just had to leave here suddenly because of something. You caught up with me for no apparent reason and beat me up..."

Bai Chuanqiu squatted down and patted his face with a funny look, trying to sober him up: "It's okay to lie to others with this sentence, but why are you lying to yourself? Huh?"

Young man: “What kind of scam—”

Before he could finish his words, the young man on his body grabbed his hair, lifted him up, and slammed him to the ground.

"boom--"

With a clear sound, the young man's head was instantly smashed and bleeding, and his eyes were dizzy.

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I don't know—"

"Boom-boom-"

Baichuan Qiu grabbed the man's hair without hesitation and smashed it to the ground twice.

In fact, he had no intention of pursuing the existence of this person.

After all, according to the situation at the scene, the three killers ambushed him in the bathroom in advance, so there must be an insider at the scene who was always observing his situation and then leading him to the bathroom on the corresponding floor at the right time.

There were so many people at the scene, and there was chaos after the fire, so it was really not easy to find this person.

No wonder Baichuanqiu felt that he was being looked at from time to time in the hall. He thought that some people had heard about his deeds and were very interested in him. It turned out that it was a dark rat who was spying on him.

Ha ha.

What's even more coincidental is that the mouse didn't run away immediately afterwards, but chose to stay and watch... and was even bold enough to look him in the eye.

——Tsk, this will be the decision this guy will regret most in his life.

Baichuan Qiu picked up the man and banged him a few more times, then pulled up the man with blood all over his face, turned him over and threw him on the ground.

The young man had been hit hard by Baichuan Qiu several times, and his head was already covered in blood. He was dizzy and had no strength to resist. He could only collapse on the ground like a dead dog, unable to move.

Baichuan Qiu looked at his clothes and finally found his police officer ID in his chest pocket.

Oh, Crime Countermeasures Section 4, Nakaya Daisui.

"That's great! I thought you were all dead."

Baichuan Qiu chuckled.

It was rotten to the core. Even after clearing out so many termites, there were still some left.

Now Baichuan Qiu can be sure that these people were sent by the mysterious mastermind, not Rum.

Tsk, I wrongly blamed Rum. I'm so sorry. I'll just make a note of him. It's just a matter of convenience.

Even at this point, Zhong Ya Daisi still didn't let go. He just gasped and looked at the person in front of him, with resentment and cruelty in his eyes.

It’s a pity that people who have no ability to fight back are only slightly bigger than ants when they lie down.

Those gazes were completely non-threatening.

Baichuan Qiu continued to take out Nakayashi's mobile phone, took the other's hand to open the fingerprint lock, and began to look through the other's mobile phone carefully.

Nakayashiro Shizuo doesn't seem to have much of a presence in the Metropolitan Police Department. He doesn't even have the contact information of many of his colleagues. His family relationships are even simpler. Both his parents are dead, and he only has a younger sister who is in junior high school.

At the same time, he is also a taciturn person. Judging from his mobile phone emails and text messages, he has been in the industry for two years and is not a newcomer, but his conversations with colleagues are very rare. Most of them are short instructions and ordinary exchanges. Apart from that, there are only basic holiday greetings.

Even with his own sister, it was just a brief expression of concern without any unnecessary conversation.

This fits in with Shirakawa Tsuyoshi's stereotype of "disposable items".

Such a person would not be pitied even if he died, and no one would care about him even if he were alive.

Shirakawa Qiu squatted down and pulled out a photo of Nakayashiro and his sister——

Judging from the time of the photo, he and his sister probably haven't played together for a long time. This photo was taken two years ago. The brother and sister were standing in front of a huge Ferris wheel. The little girl was smiling like a flower, holding her brother's hand, her face full of joy.

"What a good little girl."

Shirakawa Akane waved in front of him: "Let me see... It looks like Teitan Junior High School, right? Do you think I should hang her body in front of the Metropolitan Police Department, or hang your body in front of Teitan Junior High School?"