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

At night, in a safe house.

Having just carried out a bloody massacre of the organization's traitors, a man with a murderous aura sat on the sofa and slowly lit a cigarette.

"Om-"

The cell phone on the coffee table suddenly rang, and the faint light illuminated the man's profile and the dim room.

The man exhaled smoke, his cold green eyes staring at the phone on the table, smoking a cigarette by himself, without responding for a long time.

It wasn't until the screen went out and the phone lit up again that he leisurely picked up the phone.

"Hey."

"Gin, why are you answering the phone now?"

Gin sneered, "What's wrong with you?"

There was silence on the other side, and the anxious tone eased a little: "Sorry, Gin, I was anxious."

"whats the matter?"

Gin didn't bother to exchange pleasantries, so he crossed his legs and got straight to the point.

"Well, there's this damn private detective who stole something from me in the US. He's already on a plane. If nothing goes wrong, he'll be walking on cherry blossom land tomorrow."

Gin took a puff of his cigarette and said with a half-smile, "A mere private detective? What can he take away from you?"

Thinking of that incident, the person on the other end cursed softly in English before saying, "He's a private detective here to help my daughter investigate her extramarital affair. I don't know where she found him from, but not only did he ruin my daughter's marriage, he also took something of mine."

Gin: "What? Green Chat, you have no sincerity."

Green Chat was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "It's a key. That key is very important to me. Gin, please, help me kill him and take back the key."

Gin scoffed, shook off the ash in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Whose key is it?"

"Don't worry about that—of course, if you want to make a fuss with the master, I have my own excuses. But if you are willing to help me, I will give you the compensation you deserve."

Gin lowered his eyes, a fierce light flashing in his green eyes: "You know, I will deal with Shirley tomorrow. I am not in Tokyo."

Tomorrow is the time for the Suzuki train to depart, and it is also the time for Shirley to board the death train. By then, he and Vodka will wait at the terminal station, Nagoya. Once the train arrives, they will use bombs to blow up the entire platform and train, leaving Shirley no chance to escape.

Compared to Green Chat's damn secret, Gin would rather deal with Shirley personally.

"Weren't you not in the car for this mission? I believe that with your abilities, you will be able to take care of that guy."

Gin's eyes were cold: "Did Vermouth tell you?"

Green Chat is the general manager of the US branch, and Vermouth has a good relationship with him.

So Gin immediately guessed who leaked the task schedule for tomorrow.

"It's just a deal, Gin." Green Chat's voice was light, "We can make a deal. At the same time, I owe you a favor, and you can always redeem it."

"You know, Gin, for people like us, favors are the most precious thing."

"whispering sound--"

The man sneered, "Green Chat, I didn't know you could say such shameless words. It really opened my eyes."

Favors? They are not human, and they are taking advantage of you.

"You'll be satisfied, Gin."

The voice on the other end lowered its voice and put forward a condition.

Gin's eyes flashed, but he said unsatisfiedly: "This is not enough."

"you--"

Green Chat knew that Gin was asking for a higher price, but when he thought of that thing, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you name the conditions."

So Gin opened his mouth wide without any hesitation.

Although his heart was bleeding, Green Chat reluctantly agreed to it.

"Send me the information and I will handle it myself."

The man emphasized the word "personally", and Green Chat felt a little relieved. "I understand. I'll wait for your good news, Gin."

After hanging up the phone, Gin picked up his phone nonchalantly and opened the information Green Chat sent him.

The profile showed him to be an Asian man with dark skin and a full beard. His eyelids were droopy, his dark eyes were sharp, and his frizzy black semi-long curly hair looked as if it had not been taken care of for a long time. He did not look like a private detective, but more like a homeless person on the streets of the United States.

When he met those eyes, Gin's expression suddenly froze.

The man put out his cigarette, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the photo without blinking, with suspicion in his eyes.

Why does this guy look so familiar? I seem to have seen him somewhere before...

Gin thought about it in his mind but couldn't find the corresponding guy.

"really interesting."

He stared at the photo as if he were staring at a dead person.

Regardless of whether they are "acquaintances" or not, he will get rid of them.

……

The next day, Shirakawa Qiu got up early, disguised himself, and went to pick up the car in advance.

The system was a little confused: "Host, when did you buy the car?"

Baichuanqiu: "It's not my car. It was one of my previous employers who retired it. I'm going to borrow one."

So the system watched helplessly as Baichuan Qiu swaggered into a villa area and chose a reasonably priced jeep from someone else's garage.

System: "? The host's former employer is so generous?"

The garage is full of luxury cars. After choosing and selecting, I finally found an ordinary one. The system was dizzy looking at it.

It is unimaginable how rich the rich are.

Bai Chuanqiu left a note and replied casually: "I once helped him with something, so he has everything he has now. This car is my repayment for the favor."

This sentence was extremely meaningful, but the system didn't understand the hidden meaning and continued to sigh: "Then why didn't the host continue working? I think continuing with your former employer would be very lucrative."

Instead of running a coffee shop like now, worrying about not making money every day.

Baichuan Qiu: "..."

Why do I feel like the system is rejecting me again?

However, Baichuan Qiu did not explain anything. He opened the jeep and saw the car keys. He started the car without hesitation and drove slowly out of the villa.

It was not until the jeep drove out of the villa area that the owner of the villa finally opened the curtains and took a look from a distance.

The old housekeeper at home bowed slightly and said, "Sir, the other party chose an ordinary Wrangler and left a note."

The owner took the note, glanced at it, and breathed a sigh of relief. He whispered, "Go and destroy all records of this car. Just pretend I never had it. And swallow what happened today and pretend it never happened."

The old housekeeper nodded: "Yes."

The owner lit the note and watched it burn out in the ashtray. A relieved smile appeared on his face. "Finally, we're even. It would be best if we never see each other again."

……

The flight that Morufushi Kagemitsu was on landed at two o'clock in the afternoon. Shirakawa Akira arrived at the airport in advance, waiting for Morufushi Kagemitsu to contact him.

At around 2:15, Shirakawa Akira received news from Morufushi Kagemitsu.

After not seeing each other for three years, Baichuan Qiu still felt a little emotional.

Baichuan Qiu just stood at the meeting point and waited for a long time, but didn't see anyone.

"Strange……"

Baichuan Qiu murmured, and when he took out his cell phone, he saw a call from Zhu Fujingguang.

He picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Baichuan, I'm here, but I don't see you—"

A familiar voice came from the side. Baichuan Qiu turned his head and saw a homeless man who was dressed in simple clothes and had unkempt hair.

The homeless man also raised his eyes and looked at the only black-haired, red-eyed young man standing in front of him.

Two people: "..."

"Shirakawa/Zhufu?"