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

The car slowly drove away. Baichuan Qiu stood there, watching the car drive into the darkness until it disappeared.

The system asked with some surprise: "Host, do you remember anything?"

Baichuanqiu shrugged: "No."

System: "??? Then why did the host say those words to Xi Qi Zhou Ming? I thought the host remembered something."

It was all in vain.

Baichuan Qiu: "I was just trying to trick him."

System: "Huh?"

Bai Chuanqiu crossed his arms and said, "Since we've already fallen out, why bother trying to maintain a pretentious relationship? I might as well get some useful information out of him."

The system was a little disappointed: "Ah, so that's how it is - did the host discover anything?"

Bai Chuanqiu thought for a moment and replied, "It wouldn't be considered a useful discovery... but I think I did see that guy seven years ago. Something must have happened then... It's a shame, really. I should have met him a long time ago."

This way he could discover it earlier.

System: "Is this the conclusion the host came up with?"

"No, no, this is the conclusion I came to after seeing him in person. I don't know why, but as soon as I saw him, my fists started itching to punch him in the face." Bai Chuanqiu rubbed his chin, his face serious. "I've always been kind to others and never let my enemies go unpunished. Anyone who makes me subconsciously dislike him is definitely not a good person."

system:"……"

Although there is some truth to it, host, are you really not embarrassed when you say this?

Just in case, the system still asked very tactfully: "Host, could it be that your little black buff has moved?"

Given the relationship between the host and the Nishizaki family, it is very normal for him to be unable to resist attacking anyone he sees, right?

Bai Chuanqiu knew what the system meant. He shook his head firmly: "No, it's impossible. I can still tell whether it's Xiao Hei's buff or not."

Wanting to kill someone and being unable to help wanting to kill are two different things.

The system was a little distressed: "What should we do then? Doesn't this mean that the host has gained nothing substantial from this trip?"

Baichuanqiu: "Not really."

As he spoke, he put his hands behind his back, walked back along the road, and finally stopped outside the security booth.

The old man who had just let him in was still lying on the recliner, listening to the radio leisurely.

Baichuanqiu knocked on the door.

The old man opened his eyes, glanced at Bai Chuanqiu, smiled and waved, waving the magazine in his hand, motioning Bai Chuanqiu to sit next to him: "Hey, handsome young man, have you finished your work?"

Baichuan Qiu also smiled politely and sat next to the old man: "I'm not done yet, I might need your help."

The old man rocked his recliner and waved his hands: "Alas, I'm old and useless. I'm afraid I can't help you."

"I just want to know some past events." Bai Chuanqiu glanced at the ashtray on the table next to him, then took out a pack of expensive cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man's mouth, and placed the remaining cigarettes next to the ashtray. "Look at my hair and this face, you should recognize who I am, right? Can you help me?"

The old man was stunned. He had never expected Baichuan Qiu to be so understanding. He took the cigarette in surprise, then obediently lowered his head to take the light from Baichuan Qiu and took a slow puff. "Hmm—you are quite different from your father and your brother."

Shirakawa Masaru, as his name suggests, is upright and straightforward. Although he knows how to adapt to the circumstances of a case, he is definitely not as flexible as Shirakawa Akane.

Bai Chuanqiu raised an eyebrow and said with a hint of self-mockery, "Maybe it's a genetic mutation? Otherwise, I wouldn't be talking to you now."

"call--"

The old man exhaled his cigarette.

"You want to ask about what happened nine years ago?"

"Ah."

Bai Chuanqiu sat upright on a small stool, looking at the old man in front of him sincerely: "My father rushed directly to the airport from the Special Investigation Department back then, right? Did anything special happen on the day he left?"

The old man puffed on his cigarette and didn't answer Baichuanqiu's question for a long time.

Baichuan Qiu was not in a hurry. He just sat there quietly, waiting for the old man to speak.

Finally, the old man spoke: "I remember it very clearly. It was very late that day, and there were no people left in the Special Investigation Department, but he was still working on the Hase Jin case -"

——Nine years ago——

"Hey, Prosecutor Shirakawa, why are you here so late today?"

The old man blew the tea while helping Shirakawa Zhengzhi in the car to open the gate.

"There's new progress in the case. I'll come back to confirm it." Shirakawa said with a smile, then stepped on the accelerator, "I'm leaving first."

Then the black car drove into the Special Investigation Department.

The old man shook his head: "It's really hard."

Then he sat down in the recliner and started listening to the radio.

About five minutes later, another car came in.

The old man glanced at her and said, "Prosecutor Nishizaki, you're here so late too? Prosecutor Shirakawa just went in."

Xi Qi Zhou Ming responded, then asked, "How long has Zheng Zhi been in there?"

"About five minutes."

The old man glanced at the clock next to him.

"Okay, thank you."

Xi Qi Zhou Ming nodded, then drove in.

About a few minutes later, Shirakawa Masanori drove out in a hurry again.

"what?"

The old man stuck his head out curiously and was about to ask something when Shirakawa Masanori stepped on the accelerator and drove away. Before the old man could even say a word, only exhaust gas was left at the door.

"Strange—" The old man scratched his head in confusion and returned to the recliner.

After a while, Nishizaki Zhouming also drove out.

But compared to the hurried Shirakawa Masanao, Nishizaki Zhouming was obviously unhurried and even in a good mood.

"Prosecutor Nishizaki, what happened to Prosecutor Shirakawa just now?" the old man asked worriedly.

"He—it seems like something happened to his son in the United States, and he urgently needs to fly to the United States."

"Ah?" The old man was very surprised. "Why so sudden?"

"Alas, who knows? Now that he's gone, the progress of the case will probably be temporarily put on hold." Nishizaki Zhouming sighed.

——But Prosecutor Shirakawa just said that there has been new progress in the case.

Looking at Xi Qi Zhou Ming who was mostly shrouded in shadow in the car, the old man swallowed his saliva for some reason and did not say this sentence.

"Okay, I'll go back first." Xi Qi Zhouming waved his hand.

"Okay, okay." The old man didn't say anything else, just stood in front of the window and watched the car disappear into the shadows.

After the car drove away, the old man murmured to himself: "Maybe I'm overthinking it?"

He shook his head, reached out to turn up the volume of the radio, hummed a little tune leisurely, and lay back in the recliner.

Little did he know that was the last time he saw Shirakawa Masanao.

That night, the Shirakawa couple took a plane to the United States, but the plane crashed. Together with more than a hundred passengers on board, they fell into the vast strait, leaving no trace of their bodies.