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

Unfortunately, the other party's plan was not perfect. Even though Shirakawa Qiu adjusted a few witnesses to make his plan more perfect, it still did not escape Conan's eyes.

Shirakawa Qiu felt that he might have encountered the Waterloo of his career.

Although the crime committed by this guy was not planned by him personally, nor was he instigated by him, and he finally achieved his goal, it still makes people inexplicably unhappy.

The white-haired young man bent down, staring at Conan who flashed by on the TV, and couldn't help talking to himself. His golden eyes were inexplicably stained with a bit of blood: "It really makes me want to try it——"

Can the legendary detective, the protagonist of this world, solve all cases?

There was a paranoid madness in his eyes. He couldn't help but reach out and gently tap the TV screen. The smile on his face became crazy and morbid.

"What should I do? Let me carefully plan a murder case for you? Let's see if you can see through everything. Great detective - hehe..."

The white-haired young man paused, stopped his chuunibyou remarks as if waking from a dream, and shook his head violently.

"Damn it, what am I doing again! Damn the power of plot!"

He swore under his breath, a little roughly.

Why were you thinking about those messy things again?

How come just watching a live news broadcast can inspire people's "desire for challenge"?

The power of plot is so terrifying!

He was not interested in "challenging the authority of the famous detective."

Although so many years have passed, Shirakawa Akane still remembers that in the world he once lived in, many people were complaining that the cases in Conan's world were becoming more and more frivolous, which was completely unbearable to watch.

But - Conan is not a fool!

This is definitely the brain of a famous detective, he is crazy and goes to cause trouble!

Shirakawa Akane grabbed his hair angrily, his expression ferocious—damn plot power, get out of here!!!!

He didn't want to go in early to eat pork chop rice.

"Click——"

The door of the apartment was opened and a man wearing a hat and a mask walked in.

Seeing Baichuan Qiu standing in front of the TV, pulling his hair, with a ferocious expression on his face, almost sticking to the TV screen in front of him, Zhu Fujingguang paused in opening the door, his eyes a little strange, and asked tentatively: "Baichuan?"

What is this doing?

"Cough-cough-"

Baichuan Qiu coughed lightly a few times, stood up hurriedly, and wiped the video screen with his hand to cover up. He said awkwardly with his messy hair on his head: "It's a little dirty here just now, let me wipe it."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's mouth twitched.

Why...it seems so far-fetched?

"Haha, the meal is ready, let's eat, let's eat." Baichuan Qiu laughed dryly and invited Zhu Fujingguang to eat.

—Ahh, forget it now! This is so embarrassing!

……

After dinner, the two chatted casually for a few minutes, then each did their own thing and prepared to rest early.

Before going to bed, Baichuanqiu suddenly thought of a question——

Why has this System guy been gone for so long?

Could it be that he failed to steal the script and was detained in another world by another system?

If this is the case, as the host, does he have to redeem the person?

Well, this is a serious question.

Baichuan Qiu turned over in bed, held his chin and began to think about this serious question.

Well, but he doesn’t have the ability to travel through the world, and the system is lost, otherwise... just ignore it?

"Clang clang—I'm back!"

Suddenly, the system's excited voice came.

Baichuan Qiu: “?”

Speak of the devil and he will appear. This small system really can't stand thinking.

"How is it?" Bai Chuanqiu asked, "What news did you bring?"

I hope this little idiot doesn't come back with some useless news again.

The system's mechanical voice was exceptionally loud and clear: "Host, I have performed a great service this time and brought back a lot of useful information!"

Hmm, that sounds somewhat credible.

Baichuan Qiu decided to believe it reluctantly: "Okay, you say."

System: "Host, your five friends all suffered miserably. In the end, only one was left."

Baichuan Qiu: “???”

"What? Explain clearly."

The white-haired young man's expression suddenly turned ugly, and his golden eyes emitted a deep cold light in the darkness.

System: "According to the timeline in the script, Kenji Hagiwara died first. Later, Jinpei Matsuda also died in revenge for Kenji Hagiwara. Then, Keimitsu Morofushi's undercover identity was exposed and he committed suicide. Finally, Kou Date was killed in a car accident with a tired driver on his way home from get off work."

The system told Shirakawa Qiu in detail what it had seen.

Baichuan Qiu's hands clenched imperceptibly.

Is this actually the case in the plot?

He thought about it carefully and roughly agreed with what the system said.

It should have been seven years ago that Kenji Hagiwara was rescued by someone outside the plot, and then there was Jinpei Matsuda. Because Kenji Hagiwara was still alive and with the portrait of the criminal he provided, they caught the criminal themselves and did not cause further tragedy.

As for the squad leader, it was probably because both Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara were still alive. The two of them often reminded Ida Kou not to work too hard and to care more about his family. So Ida Kou did not rush to work overtime that day, but went home to take care of his wife first. This plot line naturally fell apart.

As for Zhu Fujingguang, it was also because of him...

Baichuan Qiu took a deep breath and felt his hands and feet getting a little cold, and he felt a little scared.

It turned out that without his knowledge, the butterfly's wings had already fanned the plot and completely rewritten the subsequent story.

The system seemed unsatisfied after saying that, and was about to reveal the biggest secret: "Also, host, we were all wrong before. I read the script this time and found out that -"

"Boom-"

Suddenly there was a sound of something falling outside the bedroom door.

Bai Chuanqiu's eyes fixed, and he didn't have time to care about the "shocking news" that the system said next. He got off the bed directly, reached out to the head of the bed, and rushed out with a gun.

At this moment, the entire apartment was pitch black, with only a faint moonlight coming in from the balcony. With the help of the moonlight's reflection, Baichuan Qiu saw two dark shadows fighting each other in the living room.

Bai Chuanqiu narrowed his eyes, raised the gun in his hand without hesitation, and shouted coldly: "Don't move——"

-

a few minutes ago.

A white Mazda was parked downstairs in the apartment building.

In the car, Toru Amuro, wearing a hat and a mask, stared at the window where the lights were turned off, his eyes full of struggle.

Could it be just a trap?

He was definitely not mistaken about the smell of cigarettes this morning; it was the cigarettes that Gin often smoked.

And the two glasses of ice water on the table are most likely gin and vodka.

Did Shirakawa Qiu meet Gin today? Or is he connected to someone in the organization?

Is he from the organization?

...It's impossible. Baichuan and he have been classmates for so long. If Baichuan is a member of the organization, then the organization must have known that he is a public security officer a long time ago and would not have kept him until now.

But how do you explain Gin's behavior?

Rum had said before that Gin seemed to have investigated Shirakawa and had contact with him.

...Could it be that he misunderstood something? What exactly happened?

Could the "exactly the same" taste that Mr. Maori mentioned also be a trap set by the organization?

Are they suspicious of me? Are they trying to test my stance on this?

——No, that’s unlikely.

Toru Amuro's mood was extremely complicated, as if two villains were fighting.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally the moon emerged from the dark clouds, and the bright and soft moonlight fell on the ground, casting a long shadow.

His gray-purple eyes looked towards the apartment with a determined look.

——Furiya Rei made his own choice.