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

"Eh? So you heard about me from the Investigation Division?"

Baichuan Qiu was a little surprised.

Matsuda Jinpei crossed his arms, his face darkening. "Yes, didn't you help Inspector Megure of the Investigation Division solve a case a few days ago? Now many people in the Metropolitan Police Department know that you opened a cafe called Poirot in Beihua. We also found out about it by chance from a friend."

Hagiwara Kenji quietly raised his palm and winked at Shirakawa Akane, adding, "Ex-girlfriend."

Baichuan Qiu's eyes lit up; "Huh? When did this happen???"

Matsuda Jinpei actually had a girlfriend without him knowing? Damn, he didn't even know. This kid Matsuda is so dishonest!

Matsuda Jinpei glared at Hagiwara Kenji angrily and explained loudly: "We only dated for three days, how can we be considered exes!"

Excluding sleeping and working, the time they spent together officially didn't even exceed 24 hours!

Hagiwara Kenji stretched out his finger and shook it seriously. "That's not right, Jinpei-chan. Santian is also an ex. You can't just deny that. That would be too unmanly."

Matsuda Jinpei snorted coldly and turned his face away angrily.

Shirakawa Akane truly considered Matsuda Jinpei his friend. He winked at Hagiwara Kenji and whispered, "What's going on? What happened?"

Matsuda Jinpei also lowered his voice and said coldly: "I can hear you!"

Shirakawa Akie didn't buy into Matsuda Jinpei's talk and simply covered his mouth: "I want to listen to Hagiwara, don't say anything."

Matsuda Jinpei: “Mmmmm!”

He stretched out his hand and gave Baichuan Qiu a thumbs-down sign, but Baichuan Qiu ignored him.

Hagiwara Kenji smiled at Matsuda Jinpei and, without giving his young son Kunran any face, directly brought up the past: "Little Shirakawa, do you still remember that incident seven years ago when we were almost killed in a bombing?"

Baichuan Qiu was stunned for a moment, and then his memory was suddenly pulled back to seven years ago——

At that time, his physical condition had improved a little and he could move around with the help of a wheelchair. So, as he was short of money at the time, he immediately decided to be discharged from the hospital and move into the apartment shared by Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara for a while.

At the same time, out of respect for the original owner, Baichuan Qiu still planned to go back to the original owner's home to take a look.

The original owner's home was in an apartment in the Asai villa area near Yoshioka 3-chome. It was said that it was left to him by his parents. Unfortunately, it has now been taken away and auctioned off, and most of the things in the house are gone.

Baichuan Qiu didn't know whether there were any clues about the original owner's car accident left there, and he felt a little uneasy, but when he opened the door of the apartment and went in, he couldn't help but be stunned.

There was no other reason, the whole apartment was in a mess, as if it had been robbed.

Home appliances, furniture, ornaments... those things of some value have basically been moved away, leaving only blank marks on the ground to prove their original existence, and the original owner's room is even more exaggerated, it is simply an empty room.

Baichuan Qiu was stunned as he looked at the empty room where not even a dust was left for him.

If it was just speculation before, now it was certain—the original owner was in big trouble, right? All the clues were destroyed, not even a bed board was left behind...

Baichuan Qiu rolled his wheelchair and circled the house several times in disbelief. Finally, he discovered with sadness that those people were really very clean. He didn't even know what the original owner had done before, what he had done, his connections, hobbies, books he had read... All of them were unknown!

Not only did you not leave me a photo of my parents, but you even took away my kindergarten diploma?

It’s simply heartbreaking!

Baichuan Qiu covered his chest, feeling extremely angry.

But what else can we do?

I can only admit defeat.

Baichuanqiu regained his composure.

Anyway, it's the original owner who should break the defense, and it has nothing to do with him.

After figuring this out, Baichuan Qiu felt that he was fine again.

Turning the wheel and stopping at the original owner's parents' room, Baichuan Qiu clasped his hands together and whispered to the equally empty room:

"Although I don't know who you are, I guess you should have reunited with that Baichuan Qiu. I hope you are doing well in up there and can help me get through this difficult time. When I get up, I will definitely find a way to find out the truth about the car accident and clear your child's name."

As he spoke, he gestured in the air again, as if to pay his respects to the original owner's parents in this world in the way of his own world, and then turned his wheelchair and went out.

This apartment is on the 20th floor. Shirakawa Qiu came out in a wheelchair and turned the wheels to walk towards the elevator.

The lobby outside the elevator was very spacious, and its decoration design was somewhat similar to that of a reception hall. The floor was covered with a thick layer of carpet. The entire lobby was very quiet, and even the sound of Shirakawa Qiu's wheelchair rolling over the carpet was very light.

It's just a little strange. I pressed the elevator button but there was no movement and it took a long time for it to come up.

Baichuan Qiu sat in the wheelchair and waited for a while, watching the elevator go from the first floor to the twenty-fifth floor, and then automatically go down from the twenty-fifth floor to the first floor, going back and forth through the twenty floors many times, but never stopping at the 20th floor.

Baichuan Qiu was a little dumbfounded.

Is the elevator button for the 20th floor broken?

This is a bit troublesome.

Shirakawa Qiu turned his wheelchair, trying to find the property management phone number here.

But when he turned around, he saw a man dressed as a property staff member, squatting in front of a decorative fireplace in the hall, fiddling with something.

"Hello."

Bai Chuanqiu tilted his head slightly and turned his wheelchair over: "The elevator button on this floor is broken. Are you the property management of this building? Can you help take a look? Or give someone a call to fix it."

The man was very impatient and replied without even looking up: "The elevator button on this floor is broken and cannot be repaired for the time being. Please go downstairs and take a seat."

Baichuan Qiu: “???”

What bullshit are you talking about.

Bai Chuanqiu: "Brother, look at me like this, do you think I can walk on my own?"

The man turned his head.

ho-

The man was unusually silent.

Because the man moved sideways, Baichuan Qiu also saw the small box he was fiddling with in front of him.

Bai Chuanqiu raised his eyebrows: "Brother, what are you doing?"

The man shifted inconspicuously and said, "I'm fixing the electrical box for this fireplace."

Bai Chuanqiu said, "Then don't fix that yet. Fix the elevator first. I want to go downstairs."

Man: "Wait a moment."

The man stood up and forcefully pushed Baichuanqiu back to the elevator: "Wait here for a moment."

Then he turned around and went back to fiddling with the wires in the box.

Baichuan Qiu: "..."

Was that a time bomb he just saw?

Could it be that this guy thinks he is stupid because he is young?

Although the box does look like an ordinary electrical box, the strange wires still indicate its "extraordinary" nature.

Baichuan Qiu felt that he was really unlucky.

What to do now? He wanted to run, but there was nowhere to run.

After hesitating for a moment, he quietly took out his cell phone.

I can only ask for help——

However, a shadow fell behind him again.

Baichuan Qiu's whole body stiffened.

"Boom-"

The young man was hit hard on the back of his head and his cell phone fell to the ground. He lowered his head and slumped weakly in the wheelchair, completely losing consciousness.

The man frowned as he picked up the young man's cell phone, looked around, quickly dragged the thin young man up, stuffed him into a table cabinet next to the fireplace, and pushed his wheelchair into the cleaning room not far away.

Finally, after finishing everything, the man stood up, returned to the fireplace as if nothing had happened, and continued to fiddle with the "electrical box".