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

"this way please."

When the old butler brought his people to the yard next door, Conan looked up and saw two people passing by outside.

—Hasn’t the detectives at the scene already been settled? Why is there another person?

And surprisingly, it was the old butler who led the way... It seemed like no one else lived in that direction? Could it be that this courtyard was specially allocated for that guy?

Conan was surprised and trotted out of the courtyard gate, standing beside the flowers and observing quietly.

The old housekeeper led his men to a courtyard and bowed slightly: "If you have any other needs, you can contact me through the phone in the room."

The gloomy young man nodded: "Yeah."

Then without even a word of thanks, he turned and walked into the yard.

The old butler also turned and left.

Conan shrank back so that the old butler wouldn't see him. After everyone left, he raised his head and looked towards the yard.

It turned out to be the most remote one.

Conan held his chin.

According to the Hase family's hospitality style, they should not arrange people there specifically.

So it can only be this gentleman's own request.

What a strange guy——

"Kudo, what are you looking at?"

Hattori Heiji's whisper came from the side.

Conan: "A new gentleman just arrived."

"Later?" Hattori Heiji was also a little surprised. "Could it be that he was late?"

How could someone be late for the Hase family's commission?

This shows that he doesn't care about the Hase family at all.

"I don't know." Conan shook his head.

"Forget it. They should be here tomorrow when the investigation officially begins." Hattori Heiji changed the subject. "Let's talk about the Hase family case nine years ago."

Conan: "Okay."

The two returned to their own courtyard.

On this side, after Xiao Hei entered the yard, the first thing he did was to close the door, and then he leaned against the gate and gasped.

System: "Host, host, are you still awake?"

Baichuan Qiu slowly sat down on the ground, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His originally scarlet eyes became clearer: "Yeah, I'm fine."

The system complained: "This is too much of a coincidence. The host was placed near Conan."

What's the difference between this and throwing the host directly into the wolf's den?

Baichuan Qiu sighed: "I came too late. This is the farthest place from the surrounding detectives."

System: "Why don't we stay outside tonight?"

Anyway, the car is parked not far away, and sleeping in the car is better than sleeping here.

Baichuanqiu: "I would like to..."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it. I'll just train here and fight poison with poison."

The system is worried: "Is it really okay?"

"fine."

Tomorrow... hopefully it won't be too bad.

-

Café Poirot, Tokyo.

Amuro looked at the person in front of him with a fake smile and said in a light voice: "Sorry, our store manager is traveling again."

Morimoto's eyes were cold as he looked the clerk in front of him up and down. A look of vigilance flashed in his narrow eyes: "Why did he go out again?"

Still at this point in time.

Morimoto Yu had reason to suspect that the guy had fled for fear of being punished.

Amuro Toru shrugged: "The manager has money and time, and he's the boss here, so of course he can go traveling whenever he wants."

"Where did he go?" Morimoto Yui asked coldly, with a strong sense of oppression.

Amuro Toru was not affected by him at all, his expression was calm and composed: "This is the store manager's business, I don't know?"

"You two work in the same store, so you should have a very good relationship. Didn't he even tell you this?"

"First of all, he's my boss and doesn't need to share everything with me. Secondly, no matter what our relationship is, you have no right to question me." Amuro Toru replied coldly, "If it's business, you can contact him directly by phone, or come to me with your ID and ask for my cooperation. I will naturally cooperate with you to the fullest extent."

And now, the other party was wearing casual clothes and did not look like he was here for official business, so Toru Amuro naturally had reason to refuse to answer any of his questions.

Morimoto frowned, staring intently at Amuro Toru, and finally snorted coldly, "Do you know what kind of person he is? I advise you to keep a certain distance from him, or you might get dragged into a fight and lose your life."

The fake smile that Amuro Toru had been maintaining disappeared.

The blonde clerk looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly, his gray-purple eyes revealing a coldness: "The manager is not here, please leave and don't delay our business."

"He almost killed me once," Morimoto said calmly. "He was only nine years old at that time."

Toru Amuro's expression changed completely and he became angry.

He was angry that this guy spread rumors about his friend in front of him.

Seeing Toru Amuro's expression, Morimoto Yu knew that the other party did not believe what he said.

"Haha, that's right, no one will believe it."

Morimoto smiled at himself.

"Who would have thought?"

-

At that time, he just thought that his brother was sick, and as long as he received proper treatment, his brother would definitely recover.

That day was the same as usual. They took their younger brother out to play, and then went to a restaurant to enjoy the big meal that his younger brother had been craving.

The adoptive parents were busy with domestic affairs, so after sitting in their seats for a while, they got up and went outside to make a phone call.

So only Baichuanqiu and Baichuanqiu were left at the table.

Baichuan Yu consciously took on the responsibility of taking care of his younger brother and began to carefully help him pick up food.

"Brother, can you help me get that little dessert?"

The child's crisp voice rang out.

"Okay."

The boy stood up to get it, but he didn't see that the child next to him hid the knife on the table.

"Do we really have to do this?" The child's voice was filled with tears.

"He took everything from you! Just wait! If he doesn't die, you will be abandoned! You will be kept in the hospital forever! And then I will torture you every day and keep you awake—"

The voice was urgent, coaxing, and threatening.

"Didn't you say that mom and dad love you the most? Go ahead and try it. It's just an experiment. You're not hurting anyone—"

"me--"

"Xiao Qiu, this is your little dessert—"

"Eh? Don't use this knife, you'll get hurt--"

Bai Chuanyu subconsciously reached out to protect his brother, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

"what--"

When Baichuan's parents ran back, they only saw Baichuan Qiu crying loudly and Baichuan Yu holding his stomach.

The blood soon flowed to the ground...

"What's going on? Call an ambulance—"

What happened that day was like a slow-motion movie: the resentment on the child's face, the fear on the adoptive parents' faces, the doctor's confusion, the police's suspicion... those scenes stayed in Morimoto Yu's mind for a long time and could not be erased.

Later, the man also learned to frame others. When no one was paying attention, he stole the nurse's knife to open the box, cut his arm, and then cried and said that it was his brother who cut him. He also tricked the doctor into helping him call the police...

——It’s a pity that his ridiculous lie was eventually exposed.

So later, Shirakawa Qiu, who originally did not need to be hospitalized, ended up staying in a mental hospital.

Until now, Morimoto Yui still couldn't figure out what happened to his younger brother...

Mingming... used to be a very good child...

In the car, the man lit a cigarette and looked at the cars passing by on the street dejectedly, without moving for a long time.

Finally, he chuckled to himself and drove away.