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

"What a good trick." Bai Chuanqiu chuckled, "So he has a back-up plan here."

Amuro Toru raised an eyebrow: "Shirakawa thinks it's not Nishizaki Touki?"

"Don't you think so?" Shirakawa Qiu asked back.

Amuro Toru shrugged: "Based on what we've seen so far, Nishizaki Doukazu is very well protected by that old man, and it's basically impossible for him to get involved in those things personally."

Perhaps it was because of his last bit of conscience, or perhaps it was simply to launch a "future star" without any stain, but Nishizaki Doujie had never personally been involved in the dirty deeds of the Nishizaki family, and basically relied on other members of the clan to share the burden.

So after Atsushi Tominaka's confession came out, Toru Amuro actually didn't believe it at all.

I can only say that the mastermind behind this is really good at it.

However, even though they knew that Nishizaki Tokai was innocent, they would not let go of this opportunity.

If we can catch as many people from the Nishizaki family as possible, we might be able to pry something out of them.

Bai Chuanqiu sighed and took a sip of his coffee. "He was able to find the organization and control everything. I underestimated him."

I think that person’s contribution was also responsible for his ability to plan ahead seven years ago.

Amuro Toru was a little curious: "Is Shirakawa referring to the one from the Special Investigation Department?"

If there is anyone who is not on the police's special list, it is only that person——

A prosecutor who also has law enforcement powers, Nishizaki Shōaki.

The relationship between this guy and the Nishizaki family... is a bit complicated. He is basically not close to the Nishizaki family on weekdays. At most, he will go back to visit during holidays, and they rarely have much contact at other times.

As for Nishizaki Shōaki, he has great power in the Special Investigation Department, has no bad record or actions, and is a very good person. He seems to be an example of how good bamboo shoots can be produced from bad bamboo.

But Amuro Toru was a man of his stature, and he could see his peculiarity almost immediately.

"This shouldn't be difficult to guess, right?" Baichuanqiu said with his hands spread out.

"Shirakawa's father was his partner before his death, and they had been investigating the case together. He has always been the most suspected."

But things are unpredictable.

Baichuan Qiu didn't say anything, just closed his eyes.

"Ding--"

The door of the cafe was suddenly pushed open.

A figure sat down next to Baichuan Qiu.

"Hello, a glass of iced American coffee." The man said in a rough voice.

"Okay, wait a moment." Amuro Toru restrained his expression and put on his business smile again.

However, before he could make coffee for the customer, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Toru Amuro took a look and found that it was a call from Rum.

Baichuan Qiu guessed something and stood up to take over Amuro Toru's tools: "Let me do it."

Amuro Toru picked up the phone and smiled slightly: "Then I'll leave it to the manager."

Then he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Shirakawa Qiu began to prepare the iced Americano that the customer requested.

Azusa Enomoto, who had just finished clearing the dishes, also came over with a tray and washed them behind Shirakawa Akane while chatting, "Where's Mr. Amuro?"

"He went to the back to make a phone call." Baichuanqiu said, "Mr. Maori and the others will be here as usual tonight. You can prepare it for them later and put it directly at the door."

"Okay, Manager." Enomoto Azusa agreed, "I'll get ready in a moment. They should be arriving soon."

"Ah."

Just as Shirakawa Akane and Enomoto Azusa were chatting, a sudden voice interrupted them.

"Are you the store manager here?"

Baichuan Qiu looked at the guest in front of him.

The person in front of him had an ordinary appearance, no obvious outstanding features, and an overall moderate build. He looked very ordinary and very unfamiliar.

Most of the customers who come to Poirot Café are regulars, but it is not ruled out that new faces have been added in the past, so strangers like this are not particularly strange.

But when he met those calm eyes, Baichuan Qiu suddenly raised his eyebrows.

There was a hint of coldness in the light golden eyes: "Yes, I am."

“This cafe is nice.”

The other side said.

"Thank you."

Baichuanqiu placed the iced Americano on the bar and pushed it in front of the man: "Please enjoy."

The man picked it up and took a small sip.

“It tastes pretty good too.”

"right."

The white-haired young man smiled with his eyes curved, but under the bar, where the customers couldn't see, his hand had already touched the fruit knife on the workbench.

The man put down the cup in his hand and suddenly chuckled: "Don't be nervous."

Bai Chuanqiu's eyes darkened: "I'm not nervous."

The next moment, the man pulled out a gun with his other hand, which had been in his pocket, and pointed it at Baichuan Qiu.

"Zheng——"

Baichuan Qiu turned his head slightly to avoid the first shot, then raised the knife in his hand and swung it directly at the man in front of him.

The cold light was so fast, as if it was just a flash of white light, but the man was not much slower. He tilted his head back and his neck just avoided the blade of the fruit knife.

"what--"

Azusa Enomoto sensed something was wrong and screamed subconsciously, squatting down with her head in her hands to avoid the other party's gunfire.

The entire cafe was in chaos. Customers who had not noticed what was happening stood up and ran out of the cafe screaming.

"Boom-boom-"

Baichuan Qiu supported himself on the bar with one hand, jumped lightly, dodged the two shots, and kicked the opponent in the chest.

"Well--"

The opponent just took a step back, then immediately stabilized his body and continued to raise his hand to aim.

The white-haired young man would not give him a chance. He turned the fruit knife in his hand and was about to cut the man's wrist.

——If I hadn’t dodged the knife, my wrist would have been cut in half.

The man quickly pulled his hand away.

"boom--"

Another gunshot was heard, and the bullet passed through an object, making an unusual sound.

Baichuan Qiu subconsciously looked over when he heard the sound, and then his expression changed.

"Damn it, my TV!"

Baichuan Qiu gritted his teeth, this time he was really furious, and the force of his sword became more and more fierce.

……

"Boom-boom-"

Toru Amuro was originally answering the phone in the alley at the back door. When he heard the voice, his expression immediately changed and he subconsciously turned around and ran into the store.

"Bourbon, what are you doing?"

Rum's voice pulled him back.

Amuro Toru twitched his lips, his eyes unable to conceal his worry: "Something seems to have happened in the store..."

"Oh, it's Okay."

Rum actually said so.

Amuro Toru's heart sank slightly, his purple-gray eyes stained with anger, but his voice remained silent: "What is this?"

——You did it?

"Bourbon, it's time for you to come back." Rum didn't answer, but just said, "I have another task for you now."

"What do you mean?"

"Your mission at the Poirot Cafe is over," Rum said grimly.

Amuro Toru suppressed his anxiety and replied calmly: "I understand."

"boom--"

A few more gunshots were heard in the store, and finally everything returned to peace.

There was silence in the dead alley.

"Okay, it should be over," Rum said. "Go say goodbye to your store manager."

The call then ended.

Toru Amuro immediately turned around and rushed into the Poirot Cafe.

The store was already in chaos. Azusa Enomoto covered the white-haired young man's chest, but was unable to stop the red liquid from spreading. Her eyes were red and full of helplessness.

Hearing the footsteps, she shivered in fear and turned her head hastily. The moment she saw Amuro Toru, tears streamed down her face.

"Woo woo, hurry up and save the store manager, he——"

Seeing the blood all over the ground, Amuro Toru's heart stopped.