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

In the afternoon, Shirakawa returned to the Poirot Café.

Amuro Toru saw him come in and casually greeted him: "Shirakawa, are you back?"

"Yeah." Baichuanqiu walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of water.

"How's the case over there going?" asked Toru Amuro.

"Hmm?" Shirakawa Akane paused while drinking his water, glanced at Amuro Toru, and then spread his hands, speaking frankly, "I didn't follow Mr. Mori and the others to investigate the case. I went to take care of some personal matters this morning."

To be honest, he had no interest in the arson case over there. Besides, Conan and the others were in charge of the investigation, so Shirakawa Qiu didn't think he needed to go and watch.

Amuro Toru was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had misunderstood: "Is that so? I misunderstood. I thought Shirakawa asked for leave to investigate."

"Well, there are so many police watching over there, there's no need for me to join in the fun." Bai Chuanqiu shrugged. "As for your side, I didn't come over this morning. Did he do anything strange?"

The "he" here naturally refers to Rum.

Amuro Toru: "He was very curious about your situation and talked to Miss Azusa for a long time."

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

Rum is so idle every day.

Amuro Toru was exceptionally calm: "Don't worry, Miss Azusa is very measured. The topics of conversation were very superficial, and she didn't say too much to that guy. And I'll be keeping an eye on it from the side, so there won't be any major problems."

Regarding this, Baichuan Qiu was still relatively relieved, but he needed to take care of other things now, and Rum's "concern" was too annoying to him.

——It seems that I have to deal with things here first to divert Rum's attention from him, so that he can focus on his own affairs wholeheartedly.

Baichuan Qiu thought about it and felt that he couldn't wait any longer.

He needs to talk to Gin...

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Organize a bar.

Dim lighting gently enveloped the bar like a veil, its shadows flickering across the carved walls. The air was thick with the aroma of wine and a hint of tobacco. In the corner, an old record player played melodious tunes, creating a distinctly quiet and deserted atmosphere.

The bartender was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, and the smile on his face seemed like a colorless mask, making him look polite and distant.

He shook his wrist lightly, and the wine bottle jumped and shuttled in the air, while the wine rippled elegantly in the bottle. Finally, under the illumination of the light, the wine poured out like silk, shaking gently in the transparent glass, emitting dangerous and charming spots of scarlet.

Finally, the wine glass was placed in front of the silver-haired man in the black windbreaker. The ice ball inside swayed with the wine, making a crisp sound.

"Guest, please use it slowly."

The man shook the cigarette between his fingers, with an indelible coldness in his eyes. He just nodded coldly to the bartender and raised his glass to drink.

But at this moment, a pair of white and bony hands pressed on his wine glass, slowly suppressing the action of raising the glass, and letting the glass fall back onto the table.

"knock--"

The wine glass made a sound, neither light nor heavy.

The gloomy green eyes suddenly darkened. Gin pulled out the Beretta from his arms and pointed it at the newcomer without hesitation. However, an extremely strong force pushed his wrist away, forcing the muzzle of the gun upwards. Then, a young man suddenly appeared and reached out to hold the handle of the Beretta, smiling:

"Not really, Gin? I bet you know it's me."

It was so sad that they just shot him.

Gin narrowed his eyes, feeling slightly surprised.

The set of movements just now was smooth and flowing, and it didn't seem like something that someone without any fighting power could do.

But when they first met, the other party had no power to fight back at all.

Is it disguise?

really interesting.

Gin shook his wrist, and the young man's pressure on the Beretta relaxed a bit. Then the man put away his beloved gun, raised his other hand holding the cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke: "You are the first person who dares to press my glass directly."

This action was tantamount to a provocation, and Gin was very unhappy.

Shirakawa Qiu shrugged and sat down next to Gin, then knocked on the bar counter: "Order a new drink for this gentleman, I'll drink this one."

Gin glanced at him.

Baichuan Qiu blinked: "Why? I guess you don't want to drink this cup either. In order to avoid wasting it, I have to do it myself."

The man took a puff of his cigarette and ignored him.

Bai Chuanqiu didn't get angry either. He directly took the other person's untouched wine and took a sip. Then he smacked his lips and said, "Wow, what a spicy wine. Quite strong."

Gin: "How did you get here?"

This is a safe house organized by their organization. Although it is usually disguised as an ordinary bar to receive guests, Gin does not believe that Shirakawa Qiu came here casually.

Bai Chuanqiu swirled his wine glass, his voice becoming a little hoarse from the spicy wine: "Of course I have my own channels. Compared to your accusation, I think I am the most innocent, right?"

Gin didn't say anything.

Shirakawa Qiu: "You deliberately led Rum to my place. Now he comes to our cafe every day for breakfast and asks for information from time to time. I look at his old face and it really makes me sick."

Gin scoffed.

Maybe it was because Shirakawa Qiu was complaining about Rum's appearance, or maybe it was because he was laughing at Shirakawa Qiu's naivety.

"What? Gin, you're not a short-sighted guy, are you? This is only our second transaction, and you're planning to burn the bridge after crossing it?"

"If I really want to burn the bridge, do you think you can still sit here now?" Gin asked back.

Bai Chuanqiu spread his hands fearlessly: "That's not necessarily true. After all, you should know that it's still quite difficult to kill me."

Gin: "..."

I don't know why, but when I talk to people like this, I always feel angry.

Gin took a deep breath and stopped beating around the bush: "I did have a part in the Rum incident, but haven't you already reacted?"

Now Rum has been reviewing Gin's actions in the United States that night, trying to find any clues that Gin may be detrimental to the organization's actions.

Gin knew that Rum's heart had begun to waver and he was no longer focusing all his energy on Shirakawa Qiu.

Bai Chuanqiu pretended to be helpless: "After all, he comes to stare at me every day, and I feel very uncomfortable too."

Gin smiled faintly: "In the final analysis, isn't it because you attacked Vodka first, causing the wound on his palm to take a long time to heal, and then spread throughout the organization?"

Baichuan Qiu maintained a smile on his face, but his hands couldn't help but clenched hard.

You dare to bring up this matter!

Vodka had a hole pierced in his palm, which was such an embarrassing thing. He didn't believe that Vodka would not keep it secret and instead publicize it in the organization so that everyone knew about it.

Unless it was Gin who deliberately let Vodka leak the news to arouse Rum's interest in him!

——In other words, he had been plotted against by that bastard Gin from the very beginning!

Haha, he really wants Gin to find a place to die.

Perhaps sensing the murderous intent rising in Shirakawa Qiu's heart, Gin raised his eyebrows slightly and blew a puff of cigarette towards Shirakawa Qiu with a hint of provocation.

He plotted against Baichuan Qiu, so what?

——Stupid people are not worthy of sitting at the table, and smart people cannot leave the table.

That's their rule.