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

Kogoro Mouri was originally standing on the steps, looking down at the police officers below searching for evidence.

The little boy behind him raised his hand, the crosshairs of his watch popped up, and a silver anesthetic needle shot into the back of Kogoro Mouri's neck at an extremely fast speed.

"Hey-"

Kogoro Mouri trembled all over, his body leaned back weakly, his legs subconsciously became weak, and he sat down on the steps with a thud.

Conan quickly trotted forward, struck a not-too-ugly pose for Mouri Kogoro, stuck the voice changer on, and sneakily hid it inside the back door.

Megure Jusan noticed this scene and shouted in surprise: "Brother Maori!"

This posture! This state! It must be that Maori Kogoro has obtained a new clue!

Sure enough, Maori Kogoro's calm and confident voice came: "Inspector Megure, I think I have figured out the murderer's trick!"

Megure Jusan clenched his fists: "Okay, tell me!"

"Now, please take a moment to open all the manhole covers next to the drains."

Megure Juzo waved his hand and told the police officer to do as he was told without hesitation.

The drainage system of the alley relies entirely on the drainage gutters on both sides. Due to its remote location and the back doors of the shops, it is usually not taken care of. When the police officers pried it open, they brought out a lot of dirty mud.

Soon, they discovered something unusual.

There is a long, thin drag mark in these gutters.

Thanks to the slightly dry environment in recent days, the water stains are particularly obvious, and you can tell at a glance that there is some thin line passing through here.

Almost instantly, they realized that this was the power source they had been looking for.

It now appeared that someone had buried wires under the gutter and extended them to the back door of the Poirot Café, ready for power to be supplied at any time.

"See where this trace finally went--" Megure Jusan immediately ordered.

Even without Megure Jusan saying anything, a police officer had already bent down to observe and ran all the way to the end of the alley, until he reached the end of the ditch.

"Reporting to Inspector Megure, the traces disappeared at the end!"

A police officer reported loudly.

However, they also found that there was a very obvious scratch on the edge of the ditch at the end of this side, with fresh mud on it, which should have been left when it was pulled out.

But the electric wires they were looking for were nowhere to be found.

Megure Jusan took a few quick steps, squatted down to observe carefully, and then set his eyes on the road next to him.

This road is diagonally behind the Poirot Café and belongs to another street completely. The layout of the street is no different from the street where the Poirot Café was originally located. The two do not directly intersect with each other and belong to two unrelated areas.

It seems that the murderer took away the wires here and left quietly.

"Go quickly and look for the nearby surveillance cameras to check who passed by here at that time." Megure Jusan said immediately.

"No, no, Officer Megure."

Kogoro Maori interrupted him in time.

"We shouldn't investigate the people who were passing by at the time." Maori Kogoro lowered his head, but his voice was unquestionable, "Instead, we should investigate the vehicles passing by!"

"You have to know that just having wires isn't enough. You also need a power source that can provide a current that would knock a normal person down. It definitely won't be some small portable power source. It's likely a mains power source with low resistance and high voltage. This type of power source is large and a more obvious target. Plus, with the extra-long recycled wires, it would be impossible for a passerby to do it quietly."

So the murderer could only have driven away all of this.

After listening to Maori Kogoro's analysis, Megure Jusan suddenly realized it. Then he turned his gaze and fell on Chiba Kazunobu: "Chiba, go check it out, and focus on the black jeep with the license plate number ending in 436."

Chiba Kazunobu was stunned, and Conan behind Mouri Kogoro was also stunned.

Inspector Megure's words... were too specific, as if he already had a suspect in mind.

Chiba Kazunobu nodded and left. Conan recalled Megure Jusan's arrangements and expression after he answered the phone just now, and vaguely understood something.

Inspector Megure should have known the suspect from other channels.

Miwako Sato and Shigeru Takagi were going to catch the suspect, but he was just not sure about the suspect's modus operandi.

Now that "Kogoro Mori" has revealed the method of committing the crime and found important clues and evidence, the case that required proving that the suspect was the murderer has finally come to a conclusion.

All we have to do is find the wires in the suspect's car and the case is basically closed.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that the police would need to eliminate the problem next, but now that this step has been omitted, it is much more convenient.

...But who was the first to know about the suspicious suspect?

Conan fixed his gaze on Shirakawa Akane, and seeing the white-haired young man closing his eyes to rest, he withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on the guy who followed to catch the suspect.

Toru Amuro.

He was the only one who was particularly active today, even taking the initiative to help catch the suspect. Something seemed amiss.

——Is it because of Mr. Shirakawa?

Suddenly, Conan opened his eyes wide and looked back at Shirakawa Qiu.

At this moment, Enomoto Azusa brought a glass of warm water. Shirakawa Akane took it, took a sip, and thanked Enomoto Azusa with a smile.

"How do you feel now, Manager?"

"Much better." Baichuanqiu replied gently.

"Mr. Shirakawa, are you really not going to the hospital now?"

When the boy's voice came, Baichuan Qiu was slightly stunned.

Kogoro Mouri was still sleeping soundly on the steps, so why did Conan suddenly find him?

"I still really want to know the details of the case. Don't worry, Conan. I'll go to the hospital for a checkup once the results come out."

Baichuan Qiu brought out that excuse.

Conan raised his head and looked at Shirakawa Qiu steadily. His deep blue eyes met his light golden eyes, as if the deep ocean was staring at the sun, ignoring the sun's scorching heat, trying to find the secret hidden behind the sunlight.

It’s a pity that the sea is vast, but the sun is far away.

"Is that so?" Conan said softly, looking at Shirakawa Qiu with a childlike smile on his face. "That's good. I hope everything is fine with Mr. Shirakawa."

After saying this, Conan ran away.

Seeing this scene, Azusa Enomoto chuckled: "Conan is really energetic."

Baichuan Qiu also laughed: "Children are always curious about things."

The system popped up again: "Conan is so weird."

Baichuan Qiu didn't say anything, but slowly retracted his crossed legs, closed his legs together, and tucked his feet under the chair.

"As expected of a famous detective..."

I actually discovered a flaw in his shoes.

System: "What?"

"It's nothing. Weren't you crying just now? Why aren't you crying now?" Baichuan Qiu asked.

System: "After deep reflection just now, I am no longer the same person I used to be!"

Baichuan Qiu: “?”

System: "I will now work hard, upgrade seriously, study hard, and help the host create a better criminal development plan! I will definitely become the strongest criminal cheating system!"

Baichuan Qiu: "? Can you upgrade?"

System: "I have just absorbed all the famous detective and mystery books in this world. Now I have become the super powerful 2.0 version!"

Shirakawa Akane: "...Oh."

The dead fish eyes appeared on the young man's face again.

He was overthinking it, the system was still the same system.

"Oh, right, host, should we fight back against the guy who wants to kill you?" the system said excitedly, "I've just looked up some information. In a short mystery novel written by an American author, there's a scene that goes..."

The system began to chatter.

Baichuan Qiu: "..."

He picked his ears and began to sigh.

No, the system has indeed been upgraded.

—More noisy than before.

The white-haired young man closed his eyes, brushed his pockets seemingly unintentionally, and leaned back comfortably on the recliner, ignoring the noisy voices in his ears, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Well, I hope that Ryouzo Tokita can receive my gift before he dies."

"But, people always love to commit suicide."